7. Shelby
Seven
Shelby
I can’t believe the sexy man I spent last night with is now my stepbrother. Life just isn’t fair. I was hoping this thing between us might get serious, but not now. It can’t. Right? Suddenly, it’s taboo and forbidden and wrong. Why does that make it even hotter?
I’m lying in bed, tossing and turning, when my door opens. Roman walks in, locking the door behind him. I bolt upright in bed. “What are you doing?” I hiss.
“Spending some quality time with you. We really do need to get to know each other better,” he grins. “What do you say?” he asks as he starts peeling off his clothes. His sculpted chest and arms come into view, making me pant with need. It takes a moment for me to realize I should be objecting.
“Put your clothes back on, Roman!” I whisper, nailing him in the head with a throw pillow.
“Hey!” he laughs. “Is that really what you want, sugar? I don’t think you want me to leave. I think you want me buried deep in that perfect little cunt again,” he whispers, pushing his boxers off to reveal his hard cock jutting out in all its glory. My panties are immediately drenched as I watch him and remember how incredible he felt inside me. I shouldn’t be doing anything with him now because he’s my stepbrother. I shouldn’t want to, but I do. Badly.
He steps closer. I should stop this from happening, but I can’t. My brain has taken a leave of absence. My pulsing core is running the show now.
He kisses my neck. “Let me feel, baby. Are you wet for me?” he asks, sliding a finger under my panties and through my slick folds. I can’t help the moan that leaves my lips. I arch closer, needing his touch. “Fuck, baby. Such a good girl. So fucking wet for me. I need to have another taste of your sweetness.”
He quickly tosses my panties aside, diving into my drenched pussy. His tongue laps at my juices, stabbing inside me, fucking me like I want his dick to. My back is bowed off the bed as I tug at his hair. He thrusts two fingers inside me, turning me on even more. He tortures me with his tongue and fingers until I’m begging him to let me come.
“Please!”
“Please, what?”
“Please let me come.”
“I love to hear you beg. Come for me, sugar. Come all over my face,” he says, sucking my swollen clit into his mouth. I cover my mouth as I let out a scream, covering him with my release. He licks his lips. “Fuck, you taste delicious, sweetheart. I can’t wait any longer. I need to be inside you again.”
“Roman,” I say, writhing on the bed. “What if they hear us?”
He grins. “You’ll just have to try to be quiet while I fuck you.”
“Okay,” I agree. Easier said than done, but I would agree to anything at the moment. That’s how desperate I am to be with him again. He tosses my nightshirt aside before thrusting all the way inside me with one violent thrust of his hips. Before I can stop myself, I cry out in pleasure.
“Shhh. Sis, you don’t want our parents to know that I’m fucking your hot little pussy, do you?”
Jesus. This is taboo and wrong and so fucking hot . He pounds inside me harder and harder, squeezing my breasts as he sucks and bites my nipples. “You feel so good, Roman. More. I need more.”
“Oh, sugar. I’ll give you more. I’ll give you everything I have and then some.”
He pulls out, then sits up, pulling me on top until I’m impaled on his huge cock. “Oh, god. You’re so deep. Feels so good,” I moan.
“That’s right, sugar. Gonna fuck you so hard, you’ll be feeling me for days. Ride me, baby.”
I don’t know what I’m doing, but I start moving up and down on his shaft, already close to coming because it feels so damn good. I explode around him within seconds, making him thrust up even harder inside me.
“Fuck, sugar. You feel so good. I’m gonna fill you with my cum and put my baby in you.”
“Oh, god.” His words shouldn’t make me hotter, but they do. He thrusts up into me, while slamming me down on his dick again and again. He strains to hold back his release.
“Come for me again, angel. Come on my cock so I can make you pregnant.” I cry out as my eyes roll back in my head and I come endlessly. He roars out his completion as he fills me to overflowing. We are still catching our breath when there’s a knock at the door.
“Shelby, are you okay? I thought I heard you scream,” Mom says. Roman grins, obviously enjoying this. I smack his arm.
“I’m fine, Mom,” I say, trying not to sound breathless. “I just had a dream. That’s all.”
“Okay. Do you want me to come sit with you?” Roman is silently laughing. I smack him again across the chest.
“I’m good. Goodnight, Mom.”
“Goodnight, sweetie.” After a moment, I hear her footsteps moving further away.
I smack him again for good measure. “Ow. That hurt, sugar.”
“Quit laughing. It’s not funny.”
“It really kind of is.”
“What are we gonna do?”
“Don’t worry, baby. Everything will work out.”
I nod my head, unconvinced. “So, are you going back to your room now?”
“Fuck, no. I’m staying right here with you. I’m not sleeping apart from you ever again. I’m going to spend all night fucking you over and over again; just like I did last night.”
I should object. I should put a stop to this. I should kick him out and never let him return. Do I do that? No. I eagerly spread my legs and let him fuck me over and over again, all night long.