Read Stepbrother Wants (His Twisted Game, Book Eight) Online
Authors: Chloe Hawk
I flushed, my breathing coming fast and
hard.
He rubbed his hand over my
ass cheeks, then pulled back and spanked me again.
I moaned out loud.
“You like that, sweetheart?”
“Yes.”
“Tell me.”
“I like when you spank me, Cole.”
He slapped me again, harder this time.
“Where’s my cock?”
“In my ass.”
“Where?”
“In my ass,” I moaned, and just saying
the words out loud, coupled with the fact that he was making me say them,
demanding me to say what he wanted, to say out loud that I’d allowed him to
take me in my most private spot, flooded my body with desire.
His dick felt amazing in my ass now, and
I hungered for him to start really fucking me, to start thrusting in and out of
me hard and fast.
As if he was reading my thoughts, he pulled
out a tiny bit and then pushed all the way back inside of me.
I groaned.
My pussy was dripping wet, both from Cole’s
domination of my body and from his fingers, which hadn’t stopped rubbing my
clit.
He began to fuck me then.
His patience was spent – him taking
the time to let me get used to how he felt inside of me was done.
He fucked my ass hard, his balls slapping
against my pussy, his fingers continuing to move against the engorged nub of my
clit, rubbing and stroking and teasing.
I buried my face into his comforter and
bit the blanket to keep from crying out, but after the first initial shocking
thrusts, my body relaxed around him and I began to feel nothing but deep,
sensual pleasure.
He grabbed my hair and pulled me back up
toward him, forcing me to arch my back and take his cock deeper into my
ass.
“Fuck, Avery,” he groaned as he began
pounding me harder and faster.
“Your ass is so tight.”
I groaned as he fucked me, as my
stepbrother owned my body and took it as his own.
I was his, to do whatever he wanted with.
He fucked me harder and harder, pulling
me back to kiss me on the mouth as his hips pistoned into me, making me take
him deep into my ass.
“Cole,” I groaned into his mouth. “I’m
going to come.”
He pulled back and grinned at me
wickedly, his eyes hooded with desire.
He stopped moving, keeping his dick still inside my ass.
“No,” I moaned, trying to wiggle back on
him.
But he grabbed me by the hair
and held me tight.
“Beg, Avery.”
“Please let me come, Cole,” I said.
“Please.”
“More.”
He yanked my hair harder, until my head snapped back
further.
“Let me come, please,” I said.
“I’m yours, Cole. I belong to you.”
He released me then, pushed me back down
on the bed and held the back of my neck as he continued his assault on my ass.
I came a moment later, my orgasm the most
intense I’d ever had.
His fingers
were buried in my
pussy,
his dick buried in my ass,
and the sensation of being filled in two holes was the most powerful,
all-consuming ecstasy I’d ever felt in my life.
I came all over him, my orgasm pulsing through
me, shattering me until I broke into a million pieces, my body a shivering,
spent mess.
“Shit, Avery,” Cole groaned.
A moment later, I felt Cole pull out of
me, and felt him spray my ass with his cum, shot after shot of hot, sticky
liquid that dripped down and pooled around my pussy.
He took his dick in his hand, rubbed the
head of all over me, rubbing his seed into my skin.
I felt the weight of his body being removed
from mine.
I turned over and
watched as he picked his pants up off the floor and pulled them up over his
flat stomach and slim hips.
I waited for him to slide into bed next
to me, or to at least say something.
But instead, he just turned and walked
from the room.
A second later, I heard the sounds of the
television coming from the living room.
He was shut down again, completely
guarded and unreachable.
My eyes filled with tears as I curled
into a ball on his bed.
From the other side of the room, the
reflection of the video on Cole’s computer flashed against the window, an image
of me up against the tree, looking over my shoulder, frozen.
I’d felt so used that day.
And now I felt used again.
Had something changed?
Had Cole seeing that video caused him
to lose respect for me?
I stayed there for a second, shivering,
then got up and walked back to my room.
Something had changed between
me and Cole
.
I’d thought he could be the one to save
me.
But I was starting to realize no one
could save me but myself.
And that would never happen as long as I
kept making the same mistakes over and over again, putting my trust in people who
didn’t deserve it.
He’s
done bad things, Avery, horrible things
.
For the first time, I was beginning to
think my mom
may
have been right…
END OF BOOK EIGHT
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CAGE
It should never have happened.
I should have never gotten in this deep.
Not with Grace.
Not with the show.
Not with any of it.
I should have put a stop to it as soon as
it began.
But the truth was, I liked playing with
fire.
The risk, the danger –
it was all part of the fun.
Especially when it came to my stepsister.
I couldn’t resist her -- – her
tits, her ass, her pussy, her mouth,
her
heart. To try
to stay away from her would have driven me insane, even more insane than I
ended up going from trying to keep her safe.
As soon as I she came back into my life,
she consumed every thought I had.
I had to have her.
And when you were used to getting
whatever you wanted, no was never an option.
It started on a Friday night, the day
before my dad’s wedding, while I was filling up at a gas station on Route 15 in
Clifton.
I was thinking about how
fucking stupid it was that my mom was getting married to her long-time
boyfriend. If you could even call two people in their fifties boyfriend and
girlfriend.
I’d driven up from my
house in the city, and I was impatient to get to the rehearsal dinner and get
this whole charade over with.
A car pulled up at the pump on the other
side of the station, an old clunker that was making an intense rattling noise
and missing a front hubcap.
A girl stepped out of the car.
She was probably about twenty-one or
twenty-two, and I took my time, letting my eyes run all over her body.
Tight white shorts encased a perfect round
bubble ass, her legs long and tan.
She had on a pink t-shirt that was way too big for her, but it dipped
down in the front, showing off a little bit of her impressive cleavage.
One of the sleeves was falling off her
shoulder, and I caught a glimpse of a lacy black bra strap.
She was wearing sunglasses, and her
long dark blonde hair covered her face, but I could see well enough to make out
a pair of full pink lips.
I watched as she started filling up her car,
thinking about those nice full lips sucking on my dick.
I’d take my hands and grab her hair,
pull the strands tight as I fucked her face good and hard.
Then I’d flip her over and push right
into her pussy.
She’d be all wet
and tight, and I’d make her shake her bubble ass for me as I pumped into
her.
I wondered if she had one of
those tramp stamps on her back, those tattoos that a lot of girls had.
I thought they were sexy as hell.
If she didn’t have one, I’d shoot my
load all over where it would have been, tattooing her with
my
cum
.
She only filled her car with a little bit
of gas before heading for the door of the station, that ass jiggling as she
went, her shorts so short I was almost sure I could see the bottom of an ass
cheek sticking out.
Shit, she was
hot.
I didn’t remember anyone that hot ever living here.
I’d fucked all the hot girls in this town by the time I’d
graduated high school high school seven years ago.
She would have been too young for me then – a freshman
when I was a senior, probably.
Not
that that would have stopped me.
I finished pumping my gas and followed
her into the station.
I’d paid at
the pump, but I wanted to get another look at that sweet little ass, and a
better look at those nice round titties.
By rule, I was an ass man, but I was never going to ignore a good pair
of tits.
I thought about how late
it would make me for the rehearsal dinner if I stopped to fuck her.
I had a suite at the Copley Hotel.
I could take her back there, strip her
down and have my way with her.
When I got inside, she was up at the
register, and I walked up behind her.
She was even hotter up close – all tan legs and long limbs, her
wavy dark blond hair tangled and falling halfway down her back.
She was arguing with the clerk.
“Can you run it again?” she asked.
“I know I have money in there.”
“I ran it twice,” the cashier said.
She was an older woman with a bored
expression on her face, and she handed a debit card back to the girl.
“Maybe I put my pin in wrong,” the girl
said.
“What does it say on the
screen?”
She stood on her tiptoes
and leaned over the counter to get a look at the register.
My cock twitched in my pants as she bent
over.
I thought about pulling
those little shorts off of her, sliding into her from behind.
She’d push her pussy into me and I’d
hold her tight, not letting her move until I was buried deep inside of her of
hole.
I wondered if she was a moaner.
I loved when chicks groaned and wiggled
all around.
“It says ‘insufficient funds’,” the woman
running the register said.
“Now,
I’m sorry, miss, but you’re going to have to figure out a way to pay for the
gas.
And if you can’t, then I’m
going to have to call the police.”
I sensed my opening.
“I don’t mean to butt in,” I lied, moving
so that I was standing next to the blonde.
I looked down at the debit card in her hand, getting an
eyeful of creamy tan cleavage in the process.
“But if you need money, I’d be happy to take care of it.”
I took my credit card out of my wallet
and slid it through the reader, turning to look at the girl as the register
accepted the payment and started printing out the receipt.
“I’m Cage,” I said, holding my hand
out.
But she didn’t take it.
Instead, she frowned.
Then she lifted her sunglasses off her
eyes, pushing them up and over her head so that her hair was pushed back from
her face.
“Cage?” she repeated incredulously.
“Oh, shit,” I breathed.
It wasn’t some hot blonde.
It was my stepsister.
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