Authors: Selena Kitt
First Time With My Stepbrother Boxed Set: A Stepbrother Romance Bundle (First Time With My Stepbrother Boxed Sets Book 1) (17 page)
When her cries had ebbed away to mews, Kit finally let go, kneeling up between her thighs, his face and chest glistening with her girl-cum.
“What was that?” she gasped, looking at him with starry eyes.
“You’ve had orgasms before.” He grinned. “I’ve seen you.”
“Yes but… not like
that.
” She gulped. “Your mouth… oh Kit.”
He leaned down to kiss her, capturing her lips, forcing his tongue in, making her taste.
“You taste like heaven,” he murmured against her mouth. “I love you, Allie. God, I love you.”
“Please, Kit.” She whimpered, clinging to him, feeling the heat of his erection against her thigh, aching for it. “Put it in me. Do it. I want you.”
“On your side,” he directed, rolling off. “I want to be able to touch you while I’m in you.”
She couldn’t move fast enough, letting him arrange her as he wanted, knee pulled up towards her chest. Then she felt the heat of his chest again her back as he spooned her from behind, pressing his cock between her legs. It didn’t feel like he had a condom on. He was too smooth, too warm. His moan vibrated through both their bodies as he slid his rigid length up and down against her pussy and clit, soaking himself with her juices and making her ache to have him inside her. His dick flexed hard against her and he caught his breath, his shoulders and chest stiffening against her back.
“Please… ” she whispered. She couldn’t stand it. She wanted him.
Needed
him.
“This may hurt. Tell me if it does. We’ll take it slower.”
But she didn’t want slow. She wanted him in her—
now—
even if it hurt. To hell with the pain! Kit’s arms moved around her shoulders and waist for leverage, and then he pushed, putting just the tip and a little bit more inside. She threw her head back and cried out at the rush of sensation—both pleasure and pain.
“Easy,” he whispered, pressing again, deeper now, and this time there was a sharp flash of pain as something gave way inside her—a hot, short burst—but it was nothing compared to the delicious, bruising slide of him as Kit pushed all the way in.
She trembled in his arms and he kissed her behind the ear, breath hot.
“You okay?”
“Oh yeah.” She needed him to move.
Needed.
His cock filled her like nothing ever had. She’d played before, sure, with fingers, but had never felt anything like this. Her hips rocked, an awkward hint, fingers grasping his, but it was no use.
Kit took his time.
She writhed as he ghosted his fingertips across the sensitive swells of her breasts, teasing one nipple, then the other. Torture. Pure, blissful torture. They stiffened under his touch and a responsive spasm deep inside sent a wave of tense pleasure between her breasts and her pussy. His hand moved down her waist, drawing light circles into the neat patch of hair at the top of her smooth cleft.
By the time he started stroking her clit again, she had broken a sweat and couldn't stay still. The sensation was almost too much. Only when she turned her head to kiss his neck did he finally—finally!—start moving.
He tipped his hips in a rhythm of slick, half strokes, ratcheting her lust up another notch, especially when Kit started breathing hard and loud behind her. His voice became a series of unintelligible moans as he thrust, his fingers circling the bud of her clit, never stopping, pushing her higher and higher.
“Allie, oh Allie,” he whispered, teeth grazing her earlobe, breath coming fast, so fast. Hers was too. She was his, completely and utterly his. She’d never felt anything like it and never wanted it to end.
But she was getting close. Her body was winding up for another orgasm—multiples were something she’d only ever achieved in the shower with the pounding spray on her clit—and Kit was taking her there. She felt the swell of his cock, the tickle of his precum, oh, he was close too. His breathing was harsh, panting in her ear.
“Oh fuck,” he gasped, his fingers rubbing her faster, harder, making her cry out. “Come for me, Allie. Come for me!”
Her pussy obeyed him, clamping down around his cock, already milking him. She didn’t think she could stop it.
“Kit—you could get me pregnant!” she gasped. “If you don’t pull out, you could—”
“I know.” His voice was raspy, hot over her neck. “But I can’t stop. I can’t…”
“Kit,” she pleaded, feeling him throbbing, hot, buried to the hilt. She could the pulse of him between her thighs, the way his heart hammered in his chest, pressed tight against her slick back. “Oh it’s so good… you feel so good…”
“Let me come in you,” he begged. “If I get you pregnant, I’m with you all the way. I promise, we’ll have the life you deserve. The life… we… deserve… ” His fucking grew faster and he massaged her clit as he drove hard, forcing himself deep inside. “If you want to go all the way, I’ll put as many babies inside you as you want.”
“Oh Kit,” she cried, sliding a hand between her legs, over his, feeling his cock where he was fucking her, so fast and hard now. “Yes! Don’t stop! Fill me!”
She came harder than she ever had in her life, her cunt spasming again and again, and it was her climax that finally pushed him over. He drowned out her cries with his own as he came in three—no, four—hot spurts deep inside, flexing hard against her tender skin. She felt the warm flow of her own juices on her thighs, giddy as she came down from her high.
Her eyes filled as she felt him curling around her, stroking her sides and kissing her shoulders. She suppressed a smile, knowing he’d ruined her for life now, if they didn’t make it together. No way could any guy compete with Kit—not in body, or soul.
“So tell me the truth…” She turned in his arms and put her head on his chest as he shifted onto his back. “Is this what you want that’s not exactly compatible with a teaching job?”
Kit gave a weak chuckle. “Just a
little
incompatible.”
“You’re staying with me though, right?”
“Long-term? Yes. God yes.”
“And short term?”
“Well… we’ll have to be discreet until your lease is up.” His brow wrinkled. “And then perhaps move. Find somewhere together where no one knows us...”
“I really, really want that.” Allie hung onto him tight. “And… now?”
“I shall be staying here.” Kit kissed her, running his hands up her back. He flashed a cheeky grin. “Especially tonight, because—as you’ve pointed out—I have
so
much more unloading to do…”
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By Selena Kitt
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EXCERPT from “Becca”
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“What in the hell were you thinking?” he snapped, shifting the truck into a lower gear as they rounded the corner to their street. Becca bit her lip and tried again, a futile gesture, to get her skirt to cover more flesh.
“I just wanted to see what would happen,” Becca mumbled, regretting her decision now. It had been Duncan’s attention she wanted to capture, after all, and while her mission might have been successful, it wasn’t the sort of attention she had been after.
“You’re going to find out,” he growled, pulling into the driveway and cutting the engine. “Get into the house.”
She slid out of the truck and wobbled up the driveway to the side door. She was hopeless in heels. How did her mother do this every day? Duncan was already inside, sitting at the kitchen table. His face was unreadable.
“Am I grounded?” she asked in a small voice, dropping her backpack to the floor.
“I told you what would happen if I ever caught you going out wearing something like that.”
Becca stared at him, uncomprehending, but a dawning realization came over her as Duncan stood and began unbuckling his belt.
I’ll spank your ass until you can’t sit down.
That’s what he had said—his exact words. Becca watched him unthread his belt, staring in disbelief as he folded the thick leather over carefully, keeping the buckle in his hand.
“Come here.” He snapped the belt and the sound made her knees weak, but she did as she was told, wavering only slightly, catching herself on the kitchen table. “Bend over.”
She blinked at him in disbelief, her face reddening, and she cooled her cheek on the surface of the table as she bent over, feeling more exposed than she ever had in her life. His presence filled the room, rising up behind her, although she couldn’t feel him, not physically. He hadn’t touched her.
Every muscle in her body was tense as she waited, still aghast at her position, ashamed it had come to this. Behind her, Duncan was so quiet, it was unnerving. She glanced back, seeing his gaze on her standing bent over the table, a look on his face she’d never seen before, at least not when he looked at her.
It was pure lust.