Love My Billionaire Stepbrother: A Steamy BBW Stepbrother Romance (7 page)

Then the bathroom door creaked open.

He threw me to the floor next to the bed. I lay there bent over while the orgasm shook the last waves out of me.

“Jesus Jacob,” Annika said. “Still hard as a rock? You need to finish that badly, huh?”

I felt the bed move as she climbed onto it.

“Fine, I can give you a couple minutes,” she said.

I snuck around the edge of the bed, my hard nipples dragging against the plush carpet. I made it to the foot of the bed and peeked over.

Jake’s feet splayed out, inches from my head. Annika sat next to him, her back to me. She peeled the condom off and slowly stroked him. Jake glanced at me as I popped up. He quickly looked away.

“Annika, stop it—“

“Jacob, please shut up. Your dick is straining to release. I never want to hear I don’t take care of you.”

“This is not—“

And then I ran my tongue across the pad of his foot. Between his toes. Circled around his big toe.

He moaned, deep and hungry.

“You were saying,” Annika said.

She stroked him a little more firmly.
 

I sucked his big toe into my warm, wet mouth. Ran my tongue under and around it. His leg stiffened and he groaned.

It was so hot. I shoved a finger into my dripping pussy. Plunged it in and out. Slid it up under the hood, to my clit, and rubbed back and forth.
 

“Suck it,” Jake said, “Suck it, baby.”

“Not gonna happen,” she said. “I just got out of the shower.”

I sucked his toes in and out, flicked my tongue on the pads. Fingered my pussy harder. Vibrated my clit faster.
 

“Oh God,” Jake said, “Suck it inside. Oh, yes.”

“Stop asking,” Annika said as she stroked him.

I sucked and slurped. Quiet slurps. But slurps nonetheless. Some of the slurps came from between my legs. Annika might have heard if Jake wasn’t groaning so loudly.

“Okay, baby,” he said, “I’m gonna come. Yes. Yes, okay.”

Annika stroked him faster. I sucked faster. Flicked my clit faster. He wasn’t the only one that was going to come.

“You’re gonna make me come,” he said. “Don’t stop.”

Jake’s body spasmed and his cock spurted. Ropy strings of sticky milky seed shot up and onto Annika’s face. Like old faithful, he blasted again and again. Coating her face and hair in dripping semen. She was completely covered in it. Like a Halloween cum mask.

God, he was so powerful. So hot.

My pussy and stomach clenched tight and I came all over my fingers. Hard, grunting orgasms that I had to bite my lip to contain.

Annika wiped cum out of her eyes.

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” she said. “Look at me. What am I? Your personal cumbucket?”

Jake looked stricken. His eyes glanced to me and then back. Confusion edging into the animal heat.

“I’ve got to shower again,” she said and pointed an accusing finger. “This is going to make me late, Jacob. Fuck you for that. ”

“Jesus, Annika,” he said.

Annika pushed off the bed. Cum dripped from her face onto the bedsheets and floor as she retreated to the bathroom. A second later, the door slammed shut.

Jake immediately jumped up, shoved my panties and tank top into my hands, and pushed me out the door.

He brought his mouth down to my ear. His panting breath hot and fast. It was so hot. He was so hot.

“Are you fucking crazy,” he said.

What?

That’s not what I wanted to hear. He was supposed to say he loved me. That he wanted me and only me. That he wanted me to be his personal cumbucket.

It sounded gross. But I’d try anything to make him happy. To be the best lover he’d ever had.

He pushed me further down the hall. A little harder than he meant to I think, because I tripped and tumbled to the floor.

“Get your clothes on,” he said. His voice didn’t sound kind. Why was he talking to me like that? When I just wanted to please him.

Of course, I knew why he was mad. I fucked him while Annika was still wet on his cock. That’s was weird. But whatever. It wasn’t about her. It was about us—Jake and me.

He wanted me too.

He said my name when he thought it was Annika riding his cock.

My name.

I was nineteen now and a woman, both legally and physically. Had been physically for a while now.

I could give him the family he wanted.

I lay there on my stomach, face down in the hallway, legs spread. Confused and vulnerable.

I glanced up, and he was gone. His bedroom door already shut.

Damn. I couldn’t do anything right. Not even lay naked on the floor. Exposed, vulnerable, irresistible. Apparently, I couldn’t even pull that off.

I did make him come though. There was that. I was good at something. It wasn’t Annika that did it. Yes, she had his cock in her hands. But he was talking to me. Telling me to suck him. Talking to me while he shot his load on her face.
 

He wants me. It was my name on his lips.

So why was he fighting it so hard?

Yes, I knew it was wrong. I knew the whole thing was fucked up. But we didn’t choose for it to be this way. It just was. And we had to deal with it.

With our attraction.

With our forbidden love.

I wouldn’t give up without a fight. Without a fight for us. For our future together.

For the baby I wanted to give him.

I loved him.

And to me, that’s all that mattered.

THE END

Forever My Billionaire Stepbrother

Preview

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I unzipped my baby blue dress and let the shoulders fall away. It fluttered to the ground. The cool museum air grazed and puckered my nipples.
 

I looked up and down the hallway. No one. Okay.

I kicked off my boots and tugged my black lace panties down and kicked those off too. I felt so naked. I mean, I was naked.

But I felt
so
naked.
 

I threw the black scarf around my neck. It felt fashionable. I don’t know. It was Paris.

Any second now and Jake would notice me.
 

Would ravage me.

I stood there, legs together, protecting my sacred spot. My nineteen-year-old bosom heaving as nerves raced through my body.
 

But he didn’t notice. He was absorbed in the sculpture.
 

Fine.

I strode over and stepped right in front of him.

He froze. Like he didn’t know what just happened. He snapped out of it.
 

“What the fuck are you doing, Julia,” he said.

“Nothing.”

I looked down. I was so embarrassed. Like such an idiot. Like who in their right mind strips naked at The Louvre? At the most famous museum in the entire world?

I don’t know why that made it worse. But somehow it did.

“Julia, where are your clothes,” he said in a husky voice.

“I’m sorry Jake,” I said. “I’m so stupid. I’m just a ridiculous, stupid little girl.”

My chest spasmed as tears rushed from my eyes. I wanted to hide. From him. From the world. I was such an idiot.

Black streaks of mascara ran down my cheeks. My head hung from my shoulders like an useless weight.

“Jules, don’t cry,” he said. “Please. It’s okay.”

That just made it worse. I totally unravelled. The type of crying where you sound like a wild animal. I was a stupid, idiot, crybaby animal. It couldn’t get any worse.

“I’m such an idiot,” I said in choked and garbled words.

“Jules, please,” he said.

His hand touched my chin. Lifted my face to look up into his. His sky blue eyes were a thunderstorm of hunger and heat.

My pussy instantly flooded with anticipation. With desire. I rubbed my palm over the thick lump of flesh in his pants.

He pushed against me, backed me up to the cool marble base. The hard lines of his cock pressed through his pants and warmed my belly. My hips rolled into him, rising and angling to give him access, even through the cloth.

He looked around.

“Where is everybody,” he said.

“I don’t know,” I said.

The pleasant but stern female voice cycled back through English and informed us of the ambiguous emergency that required the building to be cleared.

I squeezed him through his pants.
 

“It’s just us,” I said.

His hips drove forward, pinned me, as his mouth came down to mine. His tongue slipped between my lips, found and embraced my tongue. His lips pressed against mine. Firm and furious.
 

My head swam and knees would have buckled if he didn’t have me pinned against the sculpture.
 

His hands went to my hips and traced up to my breasts. He kneaded my full flesh and teased around my nipples. Just brushing against them and then backing off. I ached for his touch. He kissed me deeply, endlessly.

His fingers latched onto my hard buds. Squeezed and rolled them. Tugged and teased them. Chills swept through me. Tingled in my toes. My insides clenched and grew wet.
 

He throbbed against me. Urgent. Impatient.

I unzipped him and pushed his pants down enough to get access to his boxer briefs. I pulled down the elastic and his thick cock slapped my belly. The contact sent a hot chill into me. Straight into my womb. My insides clenched, sending another flood dripping down my thighs.

I took him in one hand and squeezed. Felt his heartbeat in his shaft. That strong and steady beat. Felt the thick vein under my fingertips. Felt the intimidating girth. I stroked him gently up and down.

He felt so good. I wanted him inside me. Stretching me open and filling me up.

His mouth left mine as he pulled my head to the side. He slid the scarf down and kissed the side of my neck. He nipped and licked until my whole body vibrated. A buzz that made the world tilt away.

He made me feel so good. I wanted to do that for him.

I dropped to my knees. Both hands holding his erection. I popped the head into my mouth. Felt my lips stretch around the spongy dome. I sucked in with a tight seal and my cheeks caved inward. He slid in a little deeper. I looked up and met his eyes. His jaws clenched.

He grabbed my head. His long fingers gripped each side. He held me still as he bucked forward. His cock slammed into the back of my throat.
 

I gagged.

Not ready for it. Tried to push his hips back so I could get a breath. I couldn’t move. His firm hands held me in place. I shoved against him with no effect. My chest heaved as I tried to shut down the gagging reflex.

He finally pulled back and popped his cock out. Only to immediately ram it back into my mouth. I barely took a breath when it hit the back of my throat again. I relaxed my throat and felt it slip further down. Fill and stretch my throat.
 

He pinned my face against him. Bobbed my head. His balls slapped my chin. I looked up at Cupid behind me. His beautiful wings arching up over Jake.

My Cupid. He was so perfect.
 

“Oh my God, Jules,” he said. “Feels so good.”

I needed air. I tried to pull back.

His hands held me firm again.

“Suck my cock,” he said. “Suck it like your last breath of air.”

It kind of was. He was lodged deep in my throat. Felt like his head was dipping down to the hollow in my neck.

His size blocked the air from getting through. My chest constricted. A stinging pain erupted. Fresh tears gushed down my cheeks. My face was a mess of streaked mascara.

I tried to push him away, but my nose was anchored into the hair at the base of his shaft. I felt my lungs suck his cock deeper as they struggled for a breath. Fear chills raced up my spine.

“Yea, baby,” he said. “Suck that cock. You hot little cunt.”

Total panic loomed when he finally pulled out. I gasped for breath and struggled to stand up. Thick ropes of spit hung from my chin and dripped down onto my breasts.

God, it was scary.

And hot.

He needed me so badly. So forcefully. He wanted to take me. To conquer me.

Maybe even to punish me.

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