PRINCE CHARMING: A Stepbrother Secret Baby Romance(79)

“That feels so good,” I said, moaning softly as he nipped at my delicate skin.

“Yeah?” he breathed. “Just wait.”

He pulled my panties roughly to the side and began licking me, catching my clit between his lips and sucking. I arched my hips to meet his hungry mouth. It was white hot, and every single lap or lick of his tongue felt like absolute heaven.

He tried to keep me still, and I tried my best to stay quiet, knowing very well that our parents could come back sooner than anticipated. I never was good at planning things, but I wanted to be with him so badly that most of my cares faded into thoughts of red-hot sex.

He circled my clit expertly with his tongue. I writhed in appreciation. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to come.”

He increased his pace in response. I felt the familiar tingle of orgasm as the walls of my pussy began to tighten. He kept up a steady pace, and I totally lost it, my head moving back and forth. I came hard. Waves of pleasure made me lose control of my voice and my hands. I yelled and pushed his head closer to me. He kissed my thighs as I came, and he began to lap up my juices.

“Fuck!” I cried. I panted, catching my breath. I never knew something could feel so good. Sex was getting better and better! “You’re an orgasm magician,” I teased.

He laughed and kissed me again. I could taste some of my fluids on him, surprisingly sweet. I helped him remove his shirt to reveal his toned, tanned body. I ran my hands over his muscles in appreciation, admiring his tattoos. His erection was hard, hidden beneath his pants.

“Your turn,” I said playfully.

I’d never wanted to go down on anyone as much as him. I unbuttoned his pants and pulled his big, hard cock out, which was already dripping with his anticipation. I looked up at him and pulled the head into my mouth, my eyes never leaving his. I was glad I had worn my cherry lip-gloss today, because it tasted great mixed with his pre-cum. He scooped up some of my hair gently in his hand. He closed his eyes and arched his back in appreciation.

“Good girl,” he said, his breathing becoming more ragged by the minute.

I tried to take him into my throat, but I instantly gagged. When I pulled him out, a thin strand of saliva followed and dribbled down my chin. I licked it up shyly.

“That’s so hot,” he encouraged.

I put him back in my mouth again, enjoying the salty, cherry taste.  I never knew that sucking a cock could be this enjoyable. I savored every one of his reactions. I took his hand gently in mine and squeezed it. He squeezed back, and I smiled against his member.

He pulled my head away. The look in his eyes was feral and hungry again. He spread my legs with his knee and scooted his pants off the rest of the way.

“Get ready to be fucked like you’ve never been fucked before,” he growled.

“Yes, please,” I begged. I wanted to feel him inside me again.

All of the sex-ed information I had learned went out the window. I didn’t care if he wasn’t wearing a condom. I didn’t care about the risk. Right now, I just wanted him inside of me—every inch of him.

He wasted no time entering me, and I gasped in surprise. It still hurt a bit, but the pain and pleasure melded pleasantly together. I looked at him, wide eyed; his eyes were closed again as if the intense feeling was consuming him. I loved it when he looked helpless like that. I loved that my body could reduce him to such a state when he was normally so big and strong.

He slid himself completely inside me, and for a moment, froze. I savored the sensation, wrapping my legs around him. He was able to push in deeper, and he began to pound furiously. Every time he slid in and out, I moaned, bucking my hips against him.

Eventually, all of the discomfort disappeared, becoming pure ecstasy. Girls often told me their first and second times were shit, but I was happy to not have had that experience. Ashton was an expert in bed. I tried matching his rhythm with his hips, and we kissed gently, like we were doing some kind of a wild dance.

I loved being with him like this. It felt like being one body with one goal—orgasm. No wonder people said sex was so intimate.

“Get on top. Ride me. It feels great, I promise,” he rasped.

He stood up, holding me with him still inside me. I laughed in surprise, holding onto his shoulders for support. He lay down on the bed, and I was now on top of him. He was able to enter me even deeper now, and I moaned in surprise.

Shit. That does feel good.

I began bouncing timidly up and down, watching as my breasts bounced. I exhaled sharply, steadying my hands on his shoulders. He helped support my hips as I bounced and grinded on him, my wetness dripping down his balls.

“Oh God, this is so good.”

“Told you. Girls dig being on top,” he said through his moans.

I began working him even harder, getting close to that unique orgasm again, the kind that almost felt like touching my clit but was deeper and more internal.

“I think I’m gonna come.”

“Come for me, baby,” he demanded.

He began fucking me harder, and this only increased my pleasure. I continued to ride him, harder and harder, the room getting fuzzier and fuzzier. The orgasm took me by surprise, and I shook with it, surrendering. I fell gently on top of him as I came, and he continued to pound me, intensifying the orgasm. He didn’t stop.

I gasped for air, sweat beading on my forehead. He was sweating too, but he still didn’t stop. I felt another orgasm begin to build. “I’m gonna… I’m gonna come again.”