Steven: A Billionaire Stepbrother Romance Novel (16 page)

I laughed and we clinked our glasses together. I didn’t take a sip, though. I wasn’t going to drink one drop of alcohol with a baby inside of me. Luckily, though, Steven didn’t really pay much attention to the fact that I avoided sipping the wine.

I set my glass down and then reached forward, peeling off the burnt layer of lasagna, exposing what was underneath.

“See, good as new,” I said. “Just take this layer off and it’s perfect.”

Steven shrugged his shoulders. “Works for me.”

He then cut us both a piece. As I let the food cool down, I began to think about how I was going to tell Steven the news about my pregnancy. I didn’t want to ruin a perfectly good evening with such shocking news, but I also wanted to tell him as soon as possible.

“Thank you for being here,” Steven said, shaking me from my thoughts. “I know that I’ve said it a million times, but I mean it. All of this would mean nothing if I didn’t have you to share it with.”

I reached over, placing my hand onto Steven’s knee.

“No, thank
you
, baby,” I said. “You’ve made my life better than I ever could have imagined.”

We were silent for a moment, just looking into each other’s eyes. I was so in love it was ridiculous.

“Who would have thought, huh?” he asked. “That I’d fall in love with my stepsister?”

I chuckled and shook my head.

“Not me,” I said. “I think I’m just as shocked as anyone.”

Steven took another sip of wine and then put his arm around my shoulder. He then leaned toward me, kissing me on the cheek.

“There’s something that I want to talk to you about,” Steven said.

I turned to face him.

“That’s funny, cause there’s something that I want to talk to you about too,” I responded. “You go first.”

Steven smiled and said, “Okay. Well, I think that you should quit your job. I know you’re not happy there and there’s no reason for you to stay there if you don’t like it. I have plenty of money. You don’t need to work.”

I sat there in silence for a moment, thinking over what he was proposing.

“But Steven,” I said. “How can I do that? What will my mom think if I just quit?”

Steven sighed and nodded slowly in agreement.

“That’s a good point,” he said. “I just hate the fact that you’re not happy when you’re there. And I can change that, so I want to.”

I leaned my head onto his shoulder.

“That’s really sweet of you, baby,” I said. “But I don’t think I can yet. Not until our parents find out about us, anyway.”

Steven held me close, his arm wrapped around my shoulder. I moved my hand up and down his leg and when I got to his crotch, I noticed that there was a bulge underneath his pants.

“Steven!” I said, jokingly. “You’re turned on right now?”

Steven blushed and shrugged his shoulders. “I’m sorry, but you look so fucking good in that dress. I just can’t help it.”

My mouth opened in shock and I slapped him playfully on the shoulder.

“You’re so bad!” I said. “You were being so romantic. I didn’t expect you to have a hard-on underneath there!”

Steven laughed quietly, obviously embarrassed. Then he looked over at me. “Well, really, what’s more romantic than that?”

I laughed at his response and then shrugged my shoulders in agreement.

“That’s a very good point...” I said.

As I spoke, I brought my hand all the way to his crotch. I then gently brushed my fingers over his package. Steven let out a soft moan as soon as I touched his manhood.

“You’ve been so sweet to me tonight, Steven,” I said.

I continued slowly moving my hand up and down the crotch of his slacks, feeling his cock grow firmer to my touch. Steven’s lips parted as I turned him on.

“God, I want you right now,” Steven said. “Screw the burnt lasagna. We’ll order take out later.”

I shrugged my shoulders and responded, “Sounds good to me.”

My body began to tingle and a moist heat filled my crotch. I began to feel deeply turned on. The emotional and spiritual strings that Steven pulled inside of me caused me to want him even more than I normally did. Something about how secure I felt in Steven and I’s relationship in that moment caused me to crave him physically. I wanted him so badly right then that it was like I couldn’t even control myself any longer.

Steven leaned forward, bringing his lips to mine and dashing his tongue quickly into my mouth. I continued touching his crotch, the outline of his erect cock easily distinguishable through his pants.

Steven moved his hand down my back and to my ass. Then he stood up from the chair, picking me up in one swift movement and carrying me out of the dining room.

“You’re so bad,” I whispered, flirtatiously.

Steven took me to the main area of the house and then up the stairs toward the bedroom. My body began to ache with desperation. I knew what was coming, and it made me feel even more turned on.

We got to the top of the stairs and Steven carried me gracefully into the bedroom, setting me gently on top of the bed. He then crawled over me, causing my legs to spread around his torso and my dress to slide up to my waist.

“God, I love you,” Steven whispered, before leaning in and kissing me deeply.

I moaned softly, as we kissed. Steven began to slowly grind his hips forward, pressing the bulge in his crotch against my pussy. I wrapped my hands around him, gently tugging at the bottom of his shirt.

Steven pulled away from our kiss and stood up, quickly taking his shirt off and tossing it carelessly behind him. Then he leaned forward once again, resuming our kiss. I brought my hands to his back, letting my fingers drag along his skin, sliding them over his muscles.

He used his body to press me gently into the bed. My legs were wrapped around him, pulling his crotch into mine. His bulge was getting larger by the second. I kissed him for a second longer and then gently pulled away.

“Fuck me, baby,” I said.

Steven groaned sexually. He loved it when I said that and I knew that it would get him going. He slowly stood up off of the bed and slipped his pants and underwear off, revealing his fully erect shaft. Then he crawled back on the bed, reaching forward and slipping his fingers into the waist strap of my panties.

“Yes, take them off,” I begged.

Steven licked his lips as he pulled my panties down my legs. When he got them to my ankles, I kicked them off, letting them fall to the floor below. Then I spread my legs slightly for him, giving him the “come hither” motion with my finger.

Steven shook his head as he brought his gaze to my crotch.

“I want to eat your pussy first,” he said.

I nodded my head.

“Mmm, hmm,” I said, spreading my legs a little further and causing the dress to slide up to my stomach.

Steven’s head disappeared from view, as he ducked down, bringing his mouth to my pussy. A shot of pleasure pumped through me immediately as he began to softly nibble on my clit. I leaned my head back, closing my eyes and letting the sensations course through me.

“Oh, God yes, baby,” I whispered.

Steven moaned into my pussy and then began darting his tongue into my opening. My juices flowed, pumping onto his tongue. I was getting so wet by his touch.

“Yes...” I moaned.

He continued slipping his tongue inside of me for a moment, then went back to work on my clit. Getting eaten out by Steven was almost better than sex. The man could work miracles with his mouth.

The waves of ecstasy continued to increase, as Steven bombarded my sensitive pussy with his tongue. My jaw dropped slightly and a smirk of pleasure crossed my face.

“Oh, God!” I cried, as I began to buck my hips forward.

Steven lapped at my flower for a few more minutes, and then slowly pulled his face away.

“Do you like it?” he asked.

I could barely even nod my head, I was so overwhelmed with sensation.

“Yes...” I said. “I love it...”

Then I slowly sat up in the bed.

“I want to return the favor,” I said. “Stay standing like that.”

Steven did as I asked, and stayed standing on the floor. I crawled off of the bed and then got to my knees in front of him. His thick cock was at the same height as my face and I reached forward, wrapping a hand around it. As soon as I grabbed it, Steven out a soft moan of pleasure.

“Yes,” he groaned, as he leaned his head back slightly, closing his eyes.

I started moving my hand up and down his shaft. I started very slowly at first, letting my hand go from his balls, all the way to his tip with each stroke. Then I began speeding up my pace. As I did, Steven’s groans of pleasure got louder. I used my hand for a moment longer and then I leaned forward and opened my mouth, taking his cock in.

His tip slid across my tongue all the way to the back. I began to bob my head up and down on the top part his shaft, at the same time jerking off the lower half. I could taste his salty pre-cum on my tongue, as he got more and more turned on.

“Oh, my God,” he groaned.

I could tell that he was loving what I was doing with my mouth so I decided to go a little further. I stuck out my tongue and began moving it back and forth on the underside of his shaft.

“God yes, Kelsey,” he whispered.

He was really getting into it and he started to buck his hips forward a little bit, forcing his tip against the back of my throat. He kept it there for a second and then slowly pulled his shaft out of my mouth.

“I need to fuck you,” he said.

His words were spoken between heavy breaths and I could tell that he was turned on beyond belief. He bent down, grabbing my hands and helping me to my feet. Then he placed his hands on my shoulders, turning me around so that my back was facing him.

In less than a second, I felt him grab the zipper on the back of my dress. He gently pulled it down and I could feel a draft of air as it hit my naked back. I tucked my shoulders in and shimmied out of the dress, letting it fall to the floor at my feet. I then stepped out of it and carefully picked it up off the floor, setting it on the dresser nearby. I wasn’t going to let that beautiful dress get messed up.

I stepped back to the bed and Steven placed his hands on my waist, flipping me around so that I was facing away from him. Then he leaned forward, pressing his face into my neck. He let out a sexual growl, which caused goose bumps to pop up on my skin.

He didn’t say another word. He just wrapped one arm around my stomach and used his other to gently push on my upper back, causing me to bend over the bed. A second later, and I felt as he brought his tip to my wet opening.

“Oh, fuck...” I stuttered, as soon as his cock met my pussy.

Steven placed both of his hands on my ass and then slowly bucked his hips forward, plunging his cock inside of me. A cry of ecstasy escaped my lips as he filled me up.

God, I’ve missed this.

It hadn’t even been a week, but I had almost forgotten how much I loved having sex with him.

Steven grunted softly, and then began to fuck me hard. I could feel that he needed me more than usual. The way that he was fucking me was with a passion that I hadn’t seen in him before. He gripped my hips hard and plunged his shaft deep. It caused the powerful waves of pleasure to fill me to the brim.

I looked over my shoulder, watching his muscles contort as he fucked me. He looked up at me, a sexual lust on his face. He then began pulling me toward him at the same time that he bucked his hips forward. It caused his cock to slide in just a little deeper, but it was enough to practically double the sensations inside of me.

“Oh, God, Steven,” I groaned, as I watched him take control.

He was practically lifting my feet from the floor. I relaxed the upper half of my body onto the bed, letting him do whatever he wanted to me. I loved that about him. He wasn’t afraid to take what he wanted.

“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous,” I heard Steven say, his words barely audible over the sound of our bodies slapping together.

I closed my eyes, feeling as the waves of ecstasy continued to increase, each plunge of Steven’s shaft creating another wave. Deeper and deeper the pleasure became, overwhelming my senses and causing my hands and legs to tremble. It was only a few seconds later, when I felt my pussy begin to clamp around his cock.

“I’m coming, baby,” I cried. “I’m coming. Don’t stop.”

Steven squeezed my hips and began to increase his pace. It was enough to put me over the top.

“Oh, God...” I moaned, as I rode the peak of orgasm.

My entire body filled with pleasure, my jaw dropped and my eyes rolled into the back of my head. I pointed my toes, as my pussy clamped harder around Steven’s dick.

Another moan escaped my lips and the upper half of my body collapsed onto the bed, my face buried in the comforter. Steven continued fucking me, as I rode out the orgasm. I took a few deep breaths and then finally opened my eyes. My entire body was trembling from sensation overload. I picked myself back up and looked over my shoulder, my eyes barely halfway open.

“Oh, my God, baby,” I said. “You just made me cum.”

Steven gritted his teeth as he looked up at me. He was still fucking me hard. He hadn’t slowed down at all the entire time. His balls were swinging up into my clit with each plunge and it seemed like he was increasing his pace by the second.

“You could make me cum too right now,” he said, in between animal-sounding grunts. “You want me to cum?”

Normally, I would have said yes. But I wasn’t quite done yet.

“I want to lay on my back and watch you finish,” I said.

Steven gave me a few more thrusts and then finally pulled out. I flipped over on my back, then I draped my knees over his powerful shoulders. Steven didn’t waste a second. He plunged his shaft back inside of me.

“God yes,” he groaned, as he slipped in all the way to his balls.

He then started fucking me quickly once again. As he did, I began playing with my breasts, which were bouncing up and down on my chest in cadence with Steven’s thrusts.

“Oh, God, I love watching you do that,” he said.

I squeezed my tits and then as I pulled my hands away, I pinched my nipples and pulled outward on them gently. Steven breathed in quickly through his teeth as he watched me. It was only a moment later when I saw the expression on his face begin to change.