Unleashed (A Bad Boy Stepbrother Romance) (98 page)

Something in her has changed. I can’t put my finger on it, but I like it. It’s not just the alcohol… it’s not just that we’ve had fun all night, that for the first time ever we’ve actually felt like a couple, rather than her trying to resist the magnetic force that pulls us together.

This girl is more than just someone I want to smell and taste every day. She’s more than just someone I want to make moan every day.

She’s someone I want to be with every day. Someone I want in my life, someone I want to never not have.

Cassie sits on the side of my deck chair, trails a finger up the inside of my thigh. “I want to watch you again,” she tells me.

Just hearing those words sends me rock hard in an instant. My trunks tent, and I look at her while I pull them down by the waist, hook them beneath my balls.

I begin to masturbate, jerk myself off in front of her. She watches, eyes heavy-lidded, breathing quick, cheeks flushed.

I bring myself right to the brink, then back myself off, all the while never taking my eyes off her. God, this girl drives me wild.

She adjusts her position, gets closer to me, and I bring my hips up. She puts a finger on my tip, rubs my pre-cum around the smooth, wide dome, before taking me into her mouth.

I groan in delight, immediately grasp on to the back of her head. At first she just tongues me, teases me, licks the strip of sensitive skin right at the back of my cock, but then her motions grow more heated, impassioned.

She sucks me off like it’s the only thing in this world she needs. She bobs her head up and down fast, and I continue to pump myself into her mouth. The smacking sounds of her blowjob almost echo in the pool room, and God if this isn’t the best blowjob I’ve ever had.

But when I’m nearly there, so close, she lifts off me, eyes sparkling, a grin curling her lips.

“Finish yourself,” she tells me. The tenor of her voice tells me she wants to be in control. It excites me.

So I do. I crest, fire strands of ropy cum all over my chest and stomach. As I do it she inhales sharply. Her hard nipples are poking through her bikini top.

I see her hand move down her body. She starts to touch herself. My cock doesn’t soften one bit. She lets her eyes drop closed, lets me watch her while she pleases herself. I reach out to touch her breasts but she slaps my hand away.

In a flurry she reaches over to her robe, ruffles it, and pulls out a condom. I meet her beautiful eyes, share a smirk. She came up here with something in mind.

She tears it open, rolls it down my cock, and then straddles me.

“Don’t…. move,” she says, imitating my voice from just earlier. “And put your arms up behind your head.”

So I do. She runs her hands up my sides, feels the ridges of my intercostal muscles with her fingers. She holds onto my chest and lowers herself against my cock. I feel my tip press into her bikini bottom. It nudges her hard clit and she lets out a breathless sigh.

She reaches down, pulls her bikini bottom to the side, I feel my cock head press against her wet sex. It’s so warm, so sexy, and she rubs me up and down her slit, teasing me.

God, I can barely take it anymore. I feel like I’m going to blow a second load in seconds flat.

She winces and groans as I enter her, stretch her, feel her tightness, eyes rolling back, pushing down onto me so, so slowly.

I just want to thrust my hips up, bury myself in her, bottom out.

But she’s in control tonight.

She rides me slow, lets her hair fall down around my face, looks into my eyes, watches for my pleasure. She moves her hips so my cock head grinds against her, and when I lower my arms to hold onto her, she slaps them back up, and shakes her head.

Then she’s speeding up, bouncing on me, moaning the loudest I’ve heard her moan. She’s wild, thrashing, throwing her head back, clawing into my chest, leaving red scratches there.

“Jesus, Cass,” I whisper hoarsely, so completely turned on by the sight of her fucking me like this.

“Wait for me,” she tells me through gritted teeth. She leans back a little, uses her legs to ride me, and starts to touch herself.

With her bikini pulled to the side I can see her, and God I want to lap at her, taste her, smell her.

I feel her tighten, feel her body grow more rigid, feel her bear down on me.

“Oh, shit,” she hisses, now tugging at her own nipple. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…”

She climaxes, mouth open in a silent scream, body shuddering, clenching tight onto me. I can’t stay still any longer.

I sit up, clamp her to me, thrust my hips deep and hard into her again and again. She bites me on my shoulder, doesn’t let go, screams onto me as I drive her through her orgasm.

Her hand is still going, and so I keep going, and moments later I feel her tighten again, hear another guttural moan of pleasure pour out from her mouth.

I hold onto her hard, fuck her hard, and when I’m right at the edge I let myself go. My peak is so intense it almost hurts, a white-hot bliss that thrums through my body.

We climax together, shake and tense up, tighten and grip onto each other. And then we’re coming down, slowing down, descending. She pushes me down against the chair, and falls on top of me, panting, sweating, shuddering.

We hold onto each other for so, so long.

I know, for certain, that I’ll never let Cassie go.