Criminal: A Bad-Boy Stepbrother Romance (14 page)

“Abby,” he murmurs into my ear in between
nips of my sensitive neck, his words so deep and dark. “I’ve
never been with a woman without usin’ a condom. Never,”
he husks, kissing me again.

“I want us both to have a first,” he
growls before biting me, pushing his hips forward so that his thick
cock prods at my tiny pussy, his tip sliding along the slick lips.

It's totally and completely irrational what those
words do to me.

There's no other explanation but irrationality that
my hips lift towards him and I press myself against that flared tip.
There's no other explanation for the way a tremor goes up and down my
spine, little fireworks of pleasure starting in my clit and moving up
through my torso, excited jolts traveling through me.

My eyes flutter closed and my lips drop open as I
grind against him with no other reason or desire than just to feel
his body against mine more fully.

I know we should both just stop before it goes too
far, but the thought of him taking me, raw... of my being his
first...

I can't deny the desire that draws up in me.

"I want you so bad," I gasp. "I've
wanted you... thought about you... for so long."

His hand at my hip reaches out, fingers sinking into
my ass cheek as he grasps and gropes at my body. He’s ravenous
for me, and I can see it in his emerald eyes.

“You’re the only woman I’ve wanted
to fuck… the only woman I’ve fantasized about fucking,
for so… so damn long, Princess,” he says, his voice deep
and gravelly with desire as he nudges in against me. "Every
fucking one of those women I brought home, I was only thinking of
you." That thick crown of his manhood spreading my pussy lips
just a little, making me flower around him as he gives a low groan
that resonates out of his chest.

It’s slow, but it’s sure: he’s
taking me.

My first time has already begun, and I can feel his
dick sliding into me, stretching me out and deflowering me as that
big, muscular man shuddered from his own joy at the act.

“Fuck Abby,” he groans.

He's so big, but I'm so wet, and that helps a little.
Though he's still spreading me open so much wider than I've ever
been, and I cry out, a little bit of pain mixing with the amazing
sensation of his spreading me open.

In all my fantasies, I never knew it could feel like
this, and my hands grip the cheap sheets as he impales me.

He feels so hot, so thick, and I can feel the beating
of his heart through his huge tool. Every pulse resonates through me,
and for the first time, we're really, truly linked.

My arms go around his neck, holding him close to me,
drawing him in as he kisses my forehead, soothes my pain.

"That's it, Princess," he growls, his voice
both sweet and hard, complementary and lust-ridden as he steals my
virginity.

His one hand grasps the bed, bunching it up in his
fingers as he squares off his shoulders. He’s straining
himself, doing his best to ease me into it after my confession.

But his need to satiate that thick cock inside my
pussy is too much even for him, and he doesn’t stop, doesn’t
stall. He sinks on down until he’s reached my utmost depths,
and I can feel the incessant throb of his manhood.

Again and again it’s stretching my pussy walls,
bulging and pulsating, turning my narrow little virginal pussy into a
sleeve for his cock.

His eyes are shut tight, but I can hear his gravelly
moan as he shudders. All those powerful muscles, able to withstand a
savage beating and still come to my rescue, brought to bear by the
pleasures of my body.

It made me feel drunk on sex.

“Fuck, Abby…” he growls out,
tugging back on his hips, so that my clinging pussy pulled against
him. “You’re perfect,” he breathes out, slowly
starting to fuck me upon that cheap motel bed.

It's not how I would've anticipated losing my
virginity. In some tawdry room to my high school crush... To my
step-brother.

But I can't think of how it could be any more
perfect.

We are finally, blissfully one.

We've been fighting it for so long, and now my legs
are wrapped around his waist as he fucks me. He's bruised and broken,
but still, he wants me.

Needs me.

My mouth goes to his and I kiss him, deep and
hungrily, needing to feel and taste and smell him so badly. I've
never been so turned on, and so happy.

My tongue caresses his, running along his stud, my
fingers digging into his back. I know his body must still ache, but
he doesn't let it show. His craving for me won’t let him.

So as his powerful body picks up its pace, hammering
down into me with blow after blow of his thrusting shaft, he appears
godlike and unbeatable. None of the cuts or bruises of the night faze
him.

Though all that is inconsequential, because I’m
just lost to the bliss of his cock plowing into me. Again and again
it fills me up and spreads me open, making me feel so incredibly
full. So desired. So wanted. Needed.

Those husky moans, so masculine, yet conveying the
weakness of his desire for me.

He squeezes my breast, forces his eyes open to look
down upon me, soak in the sight of my body rocked by his pumping
thrusts. To gaze at the lewd sight of my pink little pussy spread
wide and filled with his shaft, again and again.

My body is still tingling with my orgasm, and every
strike of his body against mine takes me closer to that brink again.
Closer to the point of absolute and utter bliss.

I want to hide from it, not to cross that line with
him, but there are no more lines. It's all just blurred together into
wrongness, into wonderfully unbridled lust.

"Oh God, Kaiden," I gasp, my hips tilted
towards him, letting him sink into me so deep. "I've dreamed
about this..."

His hand slides down to my hip, up across my thigh,
and he lifts it up, taking my leg over his own hip. He plunges down
into me oh so deep, and I catch glimpses of his ripped physique
undulating as he fucks me in the fog of my pleasure-blurred mind.

“Ohh Princess… you feel better…
better than I imagined,” he pants out in his deep, dark voice.
“Better than any of those women I tried to fill the void of
wanting you with.”

He’s so sincere, and I can feel his dick
throbbing wildly as he takes me.

His pace is quickening, and I can hear the bed groan
and creak beneath us as he fucks me harder, faster. The loud sound of
his balls slapping against my ass resounding throughout the room.

I arch my back, and there’s no turning back.
There’s no denying my body its pleasure as it washes over me.
It’s softer at first, but then it starts to build at a pace I’d
never experienced before. Every thrust takes me higher and higher
until a scream comes from my lips and I clutch onto him for dear
life.

My fingers and nails sink into his hard, muscled
flesh, but he doesn’t mind.

He couldn’t.

He pummels me with his dick as he too goes spiraling
out of control. His cock swelling, so stiff and hard, as his balls
tighten and he’s fighting his urge to come.

It’s a losing battle though, as I clench around
him in my moment of intense pleasure.

I’m flailing, writhing, and he’s the only
thing keeping me in place. Grounding me through the point of our
loins where our bodies are firmly marked as one.

“I’m cumming, Princess,” he roars
out like some giant beast, and I can feel it.

I can actually feel his thick, massive cock reaching
its potential.

His muscles bulge and as I’m lost to a sea of
pleasure, he joins me.

“Take it, baby,” he growls before all
words are lost and he’s just shooting his thick, creamy load
deep inside of me. Spurt after spurt of that rich, creamy come
filling my every crevice.

I cry out, his words teasing me to a new high as I
grind into him, gasping and sputtering and losing my mind.

And then we’re left panting in one another’s
arms, holding on to one another as we’re spent and exhausted,
his cock still pulsing within me.

I lay still, afraid if I move, I might break the
moment. That any breath I take might make this spell disappear and
we’d be brought back to reality.

Kaiden’s not so sheepish, though.

As weary and beaten as he is, he has it in him to
reach out, pull me into his big arms as he rolls to his side. Our
bodies are still interlocked in that smooth movement, and I’m
pressed against his glistening torso, a thin sheen of perspiration
highlighting the contours of his bulging muscles.

Though words he has few to spare, he merely cradles
me in his strong grasp, strokes my hair and kisses my forehead.

For how lewd and raunchy it was to fuck my own
brother, he makes the aftermath sweet. Caring.

I curl into him, grateful for the quiet. For him
leaving me to my own thoughts. It’s not that I don’t want
to understand what just happened, what it meant for us, for our
future.

It’s just that for now, I need the opportunity
to bask in feeling good for a few minutes.

My eyes close part way and I can feel his heart still
racing in his chest. He’s so warm, his body pressed into mine,
and I’ve never felt so at peace.

Morning comes too soon. I unravel myself from
Kaiden’s body, my skin clammy and chilly at the same time. My
clothes are still in a pile on the floor, and for a moment, I feel
sick. I look over at his bruised and battered form, listen to his
raspy breathing and remember what we’ve done.

It’s wrong.

I push myself out of bed, grabbing at my clothes and
throwing on the torn and dirty garments. Sunlight filters into the
room through the cheap curtains, illuminating my Kaiden’s body
in this almost ethereal light, his gorgeous form practically glowing.
I find myself staring again, my stomach churning in disgust and fear.

What have I done?

I gave in to the one thing I know I shouldn’t
have, and I swallow hard before moving to the washroom. My stomach
churns and a wave of nausea washes over me. I hug the toilet, heaving
into it, but nothing comes out. My hands tremble against the cold
porcelain, the dirty floor biting into my knees.

Slowly the sensation passes, and the rest of the
night begins filtering back to my consciousness.

I just made love to the one person in the world I
should’ve resisted, after almost being killed by a gang, and
now we're on the run. How could my life get any more messed up?

I shiver as I look into the mirror, seeing my messy,
blonde hair, my dirty clothes.

That little bit of excitement lurking between my
eyes. Despite it all, despite everything that had happened, losing my
virginity to Kaiden was the best part of my life. It was... amazing,
and I can see that hidden smile, the goosebumps that run up and down
my arms.

I wanted him for so long, and his body was made for
me.

It's perfect.

But what now? Do we go back to pretending this never
happened? Or just run off with the money, find somewhere safe and
comfortable and just be together?