Filthy (A Stepbrother Romance) #1(20)

She gripped me by the back of the head, pulling my hair, and causing a sting of pain to go straight to my cock. I smiled, she was so getting her ass spanked tonight.

“Fuck me, Talon Reed. Fuck me now.” I could feel the need in her words and see the desires swirling in her eyes. I was going to make her mine, not only that but I was going to make her beg for every single stroke.





Holy Vaginal Clenches


Talon’s tongue was merciless against my clit. I could feel every single suck and scrape against the sensitive muscle. My legs shook and my fingernails dug into his skin on his back. He slammed my back against the tile wall, lifting me up off the floor, and forcing my legs over his shoulders.

“Ahhh….” I cried out. I couldn’t even comprehend how he had brought me to climax so fast. A soft sigh fell from lips, my chest filled with breath, and my toes curled into my feet. I pressed my * further into his face, grinding myself on him. He sucked all my juices into his mouth, two of his fingers entering me quickly. I could feel their thickness immediately.

“More. So much f*cking more.” I was begging, panting for more. Never in my life had I been this vocal during foreplay.

“Does this * want, Talon?” He pulled away long enough to speak. I could feel his hot breath at my entrance, and his eyes were wild as if he had just caught his prey and was about to devour her.

“Yes. Please…” I panted. I couldn’t help the desires or needs that overcame me. Nothing mattered more than reaching that finish line. I felt like a crazed animal, pushing harder against his hand, stretching as he inserted a third finger, my * clenching like vice around him.

“Come, Mia. Give me all those delicious juices of yours. I want them. I need them.” Talon’s dirty confession pushed me off the ledge, and as I was coming he continued to pump in and out of me at a ferocious pace. I could feel myself inching up the wall then coming back down on his hand. The force building something I had never experienced before.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I swore, coming again all over his hand. My muscles clenching like they never had before. A cold chill worked its way through my body. I felt lighter than I ever had. Like I was floating, and there was nothing that could bring my body back down to Earth.

“Taste, Mia. I’m going to dirty you the f*ck up. Fill that mouth of yours with your own juices.” He pulled all three fingers from my *, causing me to whimper. I wanted so much more from him.

Lifting his hand to my mouth, I opened so he could insert all three fingers, my own juices falling against my tongue. The taste of honey mixed with sweat and salt overwhelmed me. I sucked staring deeply into his eyes. I could feel his cock pressing against my belly and knew that it was my turn to return the favor.

I gripped him in my hand and he shook his head no, pulling away from me. I wanted to object, to beg, and tell him I would do whatever he wanted if only I could have a small taste of him, but I couldn’t. I was in a trance. His fingers swirling around in my mouth, forcing me to pay attention to the ecstasy that he had brought me to.

With a loud pop, he pulled his fingers from my mouth and shut the water off. Coldness settled over me as he told me, “Out. Go lay on the bed on your hands and knees.” My belly did a somersault as I ran from the bathroom, my body still covered with water droplets.

I crawled up onto the mattress, slowly giving him a show as I was sure he was watching. I peered over my shoulder, seeing him in all his glory as he leaned against the doorway. His blue eyes were dark like thunderclouds, and they were looking right at my parted legs.

“It’s yours if you want it,” I spoke softly, a mischievous grin on my face.

“Is it mine, Mia?” he questioned. I could see the danger in his eyes, and the fire between us was on the verge of sparking. Did I want to be that one match needed to blow everything up.

Hell f*cking yes I did.

“Well find out after you f*ck me.” I couldn’t help myself. If he was as good everyone made him out to be then I was sure I would come begging for more soon. I could hear the floor creak as he stepped away from the doorway and toward me every single step, forcing my body to ready itself for him.

I f*cking wanted him more than anything. Talon’s cock had me salivating while my insides churned. The need to take him into my mouth was consuming me. I reached out to grab his cock, it was only a foot away. My fingers grazed the tip, and I felt my * clench with need.

“Nope. Not yet.” I heard the words just as I felt him come up behind me, pressing my upper back into the mattress, and pulling my ass higher up.

“I’ve envisioned you this way over hundred times. I never thought it would happen, but I can tell you that I’ve got a lot of different things I want to do to this pure little ass of yours.” My body shook with need, his words were raw and dirty. Could I handle all that he was?

“I’ve never done anal, Talon,” I cried out as a hand landed hard against my ass. I squealed without warning, my body shaking harder as he rubbed over the spot he had just inflicted pain upon.

“Shhh, baby. If I wanted to f*ck your * I would do it the right way, and believe me you wouldn’t even know I was in your ass.” He gripped my ass cheek in his hand harshly before releasing it to land another smack against the skin. I could hear the slap in the air and the sting as his finger slid across me.

Still the pressure from each slap sent waves of pleasure over my body. My spine tingled, and my * begged for his cock.