Wanting My Stepbrother (Forbidden Attractions #1)

9. Shelby

Nine

Shelby

Roman and I have been together a week now. Except for the first night at his place, we have been sneaking around at our parents’ house the entire time. I know I need to talk to him about it, but I’m scared. What if this is just fun and games to him? He’s so ridiculously hot. He could have anyone he wanted. Maybe I’m just a convenient fuck for him.

He kisses me on the neck, making me moan. His magical hands knead my shoulders, and work their way down my body. “Let me make you feel good, baby.” Oh, god. I know he can make me feel good. He has done it so many times, I’ve lost count.

“Roman, we really need to talk,” I say, staying strong and moving across the room from him so I can think clearly.

“What do you want to talk about, baby?” he asks, stalking closer to me. I feel my breath hitch.

“What are we going to do about this?”

He grins. “Let me show you, baby.”

I push him away. “Not that! I’m serious, Roman.”

“Aren’t you having fun sneaking around. Doesn’t it make it even hotter, sugar?”

I sigh. “Yes, but that’s not the point. Are we going to sneak around forever? Is this just a short-term thing? Will I be at Christmas with you and your family someday, having to play your innocent stepsister when I know how it feels to be fucked by you?”

He grins. “Are you jealous, baby? There’s no need to be. There’s only you. It’s been years since I’ve been with anyone else. I just figured we would keep this under wraps for a little while longer. We’ll tell everyone soon enough.”

I sigh. In my mind, I had hoped that, like a Hallmark movie, he was going to declare his love for me and want to come out to our parents immediately. I realize how ridiculous that sounds, but I just want to know that he is serious about me. Is he, or am I just a fling?

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A while later, we are cleaning up the kitchen with our folks. Every time I move, he moves behind me, like we are freaking synchronized dancers. I move to the side, and he does it again. when our folks walk into the next room for a moment, I finally whirl and confront him.

“What the hell?! Why do you keep moving whichever way I do? Are you trying to piss me off?”

He laughs uncomfortably. “No, sugar. That’s not what I was trying to do. I have a little problem. Being this close to you turns me on.” He motions down to his cock, which is seriously tenting his sweats. Holy shit! One look and my panties are ruined.

“Roman, that’s not a small problem. In fact, it looks like a really big problem to me,” I moan, giving his rock hard cock a squeeze through his sweats and making him moan.

“Fair enough. How can we fix it?” He kisses my neck and pulls me against his erection, making me moan with need. We quickly pull apart and are both breathing hard when we hear our parents’ footsteps coming closer.

“Hey, guys. We’re going to pick up some cupcakes from Tempting Treats. Do you want to go?”

“That’s okay. We’ll stay here,” Roman says, giving me a heated look.

“Okay. We’ll be back in just a few minutes.”

“Okay,” we both say, watching them leave.

As soon as they are out of sight, strong arms lift me onto the kitchen island. “I think you need to help me with my problem, sugar. I’m going to eat your hot little pussy, then bury my cock deep inside it until I explode.”

“Yes!” I cry out as he rips off my panties, shoving them in his pocket. “Ummm,” broken sounds come out of me as he devours me while squeezing my breasts. Obscene slurping noises fill the room, making it even hotter.

“Fuck, you taste so good, baby. Want you all the time.” He pinches my clit as he thrusts his tongue and fingers inside me, making my back arch off the counter as I come apart. I look up dazedly to see him pushing his sweats down.

I immediately spread my legs for him, but worry just the same. The bakery is less than five minutes from here. We don’t have a lot of time. “Roman, what are you doing? What if they come back?”

“Not gonna happen, baby. Don’t you want to help me with my big problem?”

“Yes, so much, but…”

“No buts, sugar. I’m fucking that juicy cunt right now.” With that, he slams deep inside me, making my walls clench hard around him. “Fuck! Damn, you feel good, sugar. Always so hot and wet for me. Ready to take my cock anytime. You’re a dirty girl, aren’t you? You want to fuck my cock even though it’s so wrong,” he says, thrusting frantically in and out of me.

“Yes!” I scream as he fucks me harder and harder, all the while turning me on with his filthy mouth.

“You feel so good, sugar. I’ve gone way too long without fucking you. It’s been hours.” He slams deeper and deeper, making me scream again and again. “That’s it, baby. That’s so hot. Such a good girl. Come one more time for me and soak my big cock with your cream.” He hits my g-spot and I convulse so hard, I nearly black out.

“Fuck, yes, baby. You feel so fucking good.” He spills his seed inside me, roaring out his completion, just as we see headlights coming up the driveway. He’s still coming as we hear their car doors slam. “Damn, you feel good. I don’t want to stop.”

“Roman!” I hiss. “Oh my god! Pull your pants up!” He pulls out of me, and quickly pulls his sweats up. He lifts me off the island and straightens my clothes just as our parents walk in. That was way too fucking close for comfort.