Page 9 of Hot For Her Stepbrother

My pulse races as I sink to my knees, waiting for him to pull his cock out, and I don't have to wait long. It's thick, smooth, growing firmer with each passing second. I lick my lips.

"Use those pretty lips to suck this dick. It's been a long six years, Summer. Six years, thanks to you. I've been dreaming about this. Open that pretty mouth of yours."

There's no malice in his tone, only desire and yearning for me to make things right. It's impulsive, unplanned, and necessary. The curiosity and intensity sparking between me and Bodey's cock lead me to do as I'm told, opening my mouth for him. My tongue reacts, pushing itself in the way of his head to stop it from going down my throat.

Bodey grunts, fists my hair, and yanks my head back so my eyes jerk up to meet his glare. "Open that fucking mouth."

I relax my tongue as my pussy clenches from being told what to do. My lips squeeze his shaft gently as he begins to move slowly in and out. Spit gathers, and I slurp. Bodey's moans morph into harsh whispers.

"Fuck yes, just like that. Suck it," he hisses. I find my rhythm and confidence to grab his shaft with my hand, allowing my hand and mouth to work together in unison. He stutters and stumbles, grabbing onto the rack of suits as he spurts a warm liquid down my throat.

I feel his erection softening when Bodey's voice finds me. "Keep sucking. Get me hard again, Summer. I need to be inside of you."

The intrusive thought of chewing on his deflating erection flies out of my head as I feel him hardening against my tongue. He pulls himself out of my mouth and pulls me to my feet. His mouth crashes against mine as he steps forward, moving back to the bed where I'm forced to sit down once I hit the edge.

Bodey doesn't waste time or words, pulling my sweatpants down and parting my legs. His greedy eagerness has me wet,willing, and ready to take whatever he's going to give me. The pressure of his head pushing inside of my entrance knocks my head back onto the mattress. My back arches as Bodey fills me with his girth.

I can't stop my cries of pleasure, pain, and ecstasy as Bodey pumps in and out of my pussy like a man possessed. The faster and deeper he plunges, the more aggressive his thrusts, the wetter I get. He pulls out of me with fury in his eyes, as if he's pissed I can make him feel this good.

"Wait, don't stop," I cry out, finding my own voice in this madness.

"Stay away from me," Bodey snarls and storms out of the bedroom back into the living room. I follow behind him.

"You can't do that to me. That's my virginity; you can't half-ass take what you want from me."

"You stole six years of my life!" His breathing is ragged, eyes wild with rage as he fetches his knife out of the pocket of the wet pants he stripped out of moments ago.

"I did. It was my fault that a jury convicted you based on my words, my lies. I'm sorry, Bodey. I'll do whatever you want to make this right. I'm yours, Bodey. I'm yours to do as you wish."

He lets out the black metal blade, stalking toward me with such focus. Once he reaches me, his hand grabs me by the throat.

"Conniving little cunt," he growls. "You're trying to seduce me, to knock me off my path, to distract me from my goal to bring down everyone responsible for locking me in that cage for all that time."

"No, I swear. I didn't know how to help you, so I left. I made Mom take me and run," I tell him through strangled breaths, and tears stream down my cheek. Bodey uses the knife to barely graze my skin, wiping it away.

"Finally, some truth." Bodey leans in, licking the spot his knife just swiped and letting the tip of the blade travel down tothe apex between my thighs. He releases his grip on my neck, spins me, and bends me over the arm of the sofa. "Do you truly belong to me, Summer?"

"Yes," I pant, my walls moistening as he rubs my entrance with his fingers while the tip of the knife dances across the curve of my ass cheek.

"Then anyone who sees this will know it too. Don't move."

That's when the stinging sensation of the tip etching something into my skin ignites. I feel him shove his hard cock inside my walls, slowly moving while he cuts into my skin. The intensity makes me see white, red, and then the dreary stormy skies outside of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse suite.

Bodey pushes in and out of me, still cutting into my skin. It's not blinding pain, more like a thick edge of a safety pin moving into and across my skin. I breathe through it as my core tightens, and I cry out with a climax that makes my legs tremble.

"Fuck me," I mumble.

"Oh, that's coming as soon as you do," he growls and slams the knife into the back of the sofa by my face. With both of his hands free, Bodey grips my waist and thrusts into me with power until I come all over his cock again.

We move away from the suite's sofa to the window, where he presses the front of my body against the pane. There's not a care in the world if anyone sees, and a part of me wants someone to, but there's nothing outside the window but a blustery sea.

Glimpses of our reflection move in sync with Bodey as he pumps in and out of me until I finally feel him slow down. His breathing is ragged as he pulls out of me once again to turn me around, hike my leg over the crux of his arm, and push every inch back inside of my walls.

"I'm going to fuck you all over this suite," he promises with an edge of anger as he pumps in and out of me with such ferocity,I have to wrap my arms around his neck. He slams me back and forth on his cock until he holds me tight against his body, spilling his climax inside of me. The steady throb of his pent-up release thrums against the ripples of my pussy.

"I want you to," I tell him as he sets me down.

"Fuck, your pussy is perfect, Summer." He peppers my lips with kisses. "I'll order room service. What do you want to eat?"