Filthy (A Stepbrother Romance) #1(21)

“I need more,” I cried out, earning me a smack on the other ass cheek. I could feel the heat from each slap radiating down my legs and up over my ass. I had never been spanked before, nor had I ever been this turned on.

“You need what I give, what I offer.” His fingers glided down my spine idly as he gripped my hair in a tight knot.

“Please… Please…” I panted into the air, wanting him to just take from me. I would be glad to take anything he would give me at this point.

“Beg,” he ordered, the sternness in his voice setting my body up in flames.

“I…” The words were lost against my tongue as the sting of another smack covered my body in a wave. My belly flipped as tension filled my muscles. I was holding my release in.

“Beg me, Mia. Beg me to f*ck that sweet * of yours. To claim it as my own. To dirty it up, to taint it.” He leaned into me. I could feel his cock at my entrance and his breath against my ear. “Let me make you filthy, Mia.” The growl in his voice and the need as he spoke had me coming undone. He pulled away not even a second later, his hand lifting into the air another smack raining down over me. I cried out, pleasure and pain mixing so much so that I had no idea which one controlled me.

“Beg. For. It,” Talon spoke between gritted teeth, just on the verge of breaking. I smiled into the mattress, my body humming as lightening shot through me. My * clenched, and my nail dug into the sheet as I tried to push back against him. I was riding out the waves, each one hitting me that much harder. The pressure inside of my chest was about to explode.

“Talon!” I screamed his name, my legs shaking as the words left me. I was falling, helplessly into the darkness. My body clinging to every single stroke that Talon offered me.

I was f*cked, literally. Talon f*ckin’ Reed was just as good as he made himself out to be and the worst part... I wanted it again and again.





That Fucking Ass


Her scent filled the air a musky, sweet smell covering my body. Was it even possible for her to be anymore beautiful? I didn’t even f*cking know, all I saw was that plump ass of hers cherry red, and begging to be taken.

The way she came, the droplets of her desire for me dripping down her leg. I was rock hard and more than ready for her.

“Take me, Talon,” she moaned into the mattress, and that was all I needed to push me in the right direction. I grabbed a condom from my wallet that I had placed on the nightstand last night, and opened it with my teeth slowly slipping it on. I caught her watching me out of the corner of my eye. I could tell she was mesmerized by it. That she wanted it inside of her.

“Hang on, baby, I’m about to show you why the call me Talon f*ckin’ Reed.” My words dripped with sin. I needed her right now.

“Oh God!” she screamed as I slammed into her, my cock pushing against the back of her wall. I breached her without warning but made sure she was damn ready. Her wetness coated my cock as I pulled out and slammed back in.

“Your * was made for my cock.” I gripped her hair tightly in my hand, pulling her head back with each thrust inside of her. I could feel my balls tightening. Fuck no. I wasn’t going to come yet, but damn she was so tight, and warm, and perfect holding me like a vice. She claimed my cock as soon as I slid in balls deep. The sound of our skin smacking against one another filled the room.

Nothing else mattered to me but her pleasure. I quickly released her hair and flipped her over to face me. I wanted to see those beautiful eyes flutter close, and that mouth of her form a distinct O as I pounded in to her.

“Talon.” Her voice was breathy, her eyes begging to meet mine. I pushed her arms up holding them above her head. I wanted to control her, possess her in ways that I hadn’t even imagined until I got inside of her. I was a lost man until she came along, and I knew now that she was my compass.

“This. Is. Mine,” I growled each word with a thrust. She nodded her head yes, as if she understood but just couldn’t speak. My eyes glided over her body, over her tits that bounced with every push of my body into hers.

I wanted to lick a path over her smooth creamy white skin. I gripped her hands tighter in my hold, feeling the build in my balls.

“I’m coming…” she panted, her body warmed all over, a deep red covering her body in a flush. I watched as her eyes fluttered closed and her lips parted. Her legs vibrated as I slammed into them, my own release soon following. Warm spurts filled the condom.

I had never in all my life experienced sex like this before. The things Mia allowed me to do without warning, without even an explanation. She was too trusting, to na?ve for her own good. I had f*cked her good, long and hard strokes, and I wanted to do it again and again.

Her * was mine, the taste of it still lingered on my tongue. There was no f*cking way I would be able to let her go now. It was as if one taste would never be enough to me. She was a craving I would never get rid of, and addiction that could kill me if I let it.

“It’s yours,” her voice was hoarse as I pulled out of her releasing the hold I had on her wrists. I didn’t want to let her go. I didn’t want to pull away from her. I wanted to stay in bed with her all day holding her body against mine and f*cking her senseless.

“What?” I shook my head, pulling myself from my own thoughts long enough to respond to her. She leaned up on her elbows watching me as I stood up from the bed. Her hair was a mess, but a sexy as hell mess one that showed she, had clearly just been f*cked by me. Good thing it was just her and I here at the house.