Money Shot (62 page)

He knelt down and brought my legs over his strong shoulders. His face dropped lower and that’s when the fireworks went off. His tongue danced across my wet lips, flicked at my clit, plunged into my tight little hole.

Holy unbelievable hell.

The stars danced in the sky. Electric sparks shot through me.

I yelled.

My body clenched hard. My back arched. The rainbow of lights far below dizzily swam by. I grabbed his hair and pulled his mouth into my pussy. I would have pulled it into my body if I could have.

He licked and sucked the juices out of me. I felt the clenching coming harder and faster. I knew what an orgasm was. I was virgin, but I still played with myself.

But this was so on a totally different level.

I clenched his hair and watched his mouth and nose disappear between my legs.

Between my lips.

He looked up.

“Come for me, Jules,” he said. “Come for me baby.”

“Oh Jake,” I said. “Okay. Okay. Okay.”

He licked my swollen clit. Ran his broad tongue across my lips and darted in and out of me. Over and over again.

My body spasmed. My pussy clenched like a vise. Waves of heat and lightning shattered through me.

I yelled. To the world. To Paris. To my utterly gorgeous soon-to-be-stepbrother.

Oh.

My.

God.

I came so hard. My juices wet his lips and cheeks.

“Good girl,” he said. “Now it’s my turn.”

Chapter Six

He lifted me off the railing and brought me close to his hard, strong body. His cock throbbed through his pants, against my belly.

He kissed me. Tongue running across my teeth. The sweet juice from my pussy. My cum in my own mouth. It was weird and yummy. He pulled back. A thunderstorm in his eyes.

“Put me in your mouth,” he said.

I knelt down in front of him. Unzipped his pants and tugged the slick fabric off of his taut butt. Let them drop to his ankles. His thick cock bulged through the silk boxer briefs. It threatened to rip through. I pulled them down and his cock leapt out at me. Slapped me on the chin. It was really big.

Like I mean huge.

It felt big earlier, when I tugged it in his pants. But out here, naked to the world, it was something else entirely. How was I going to fit that in my mouth, much less in my inexperienced, little pussy?

OMG. Did I just think that?

I encircled his girth with both hands and slipped the head into my mouth. I’d heard my girlfriends talk about sucking a guy off enough times to know the general rules.

I licked his head.

He moaned and his hips bucked forward. I jerked a little in surprise as my lips stretched around him. He slid it out and then back in again.

Further.

Further until it knocked up against the back of my throat. I almost gagged. I fought the urge. I let his cock stay there, bumping into the back of my throat.

He groaned and pulled his hips back. I caught a quick breath. Then in and out, trying my best not to gag as he inched deeper down my throat.

I cupped his balls and gently squeezed them as I guided him in and out of my mouth.

He yanked the pins out of my hair and the bun that took forever to put together fell away. His fingers ran through my long brown hair. His fists clenched, locking into my hair.

He tugged my head toward him as his hips thrust forward. He groaned, deep and loud. His cock choked me. Filled my mouth more than I thought possible. I felt the texture of the ridges and veins on his shaft. I tasted the salty precum.

I grabbed his butt with both hands and surrendered completely. Impaled my mouth on him. In and out. Tip to base. The full, thick length of it sliding across my tongue and slamming down my throat. The head throbbed against the soft, wetness in my mouth.

I worked his length with one hand when I needed to catch a breath or when a gag overwhelmed me.

I pulled back. Long ropy lines of spit clung from my lips to his head.

I took a deep breath, loosened my throat muscles and swallowed him whole. All the way down. My lips touched against his swollen balls.

“Oh Jules,” he said, “Yes. Yes baby.”

He froze all of a sudden and yanked his cock out.

“Not yet,” he said. “Not yet.” His words tumbled out shaky and panting.

Spit dripped down my chin. He squeezed my face and pulled me up. His mouth found mine. His lips on mine so firm and hot. My hand found his cock and stroked him. He pulled my head back. His flaming blue eyes on me.

“Is this what you wanted, Jules” he said. “Is this what you wanted from me?”

“Yes, Jake,” I said. “I want to give you everything. I am yours. My pussy is yours. My first time is yours and only yours.”

“You’re mine,” he said, “mine alone.”

He set me back up on the railing and spread my legs. Shivers radiated from my soaking wet pussy as the warm wind blew across it.

He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a little square of plastic.

He was prepared!

I heard the crinkly plastic tear and he was on me. Kissing my neck. A hand ran down my belly and cupped my sacred parts. It circled my swollen clit and then a couple of fingers slipped into my tight wetness.

I moaned. I wanted more.

He circled the tight muscles inside me. I stretched against his probing, pushing fingers. My pussy coated them in slick juice. His fingers slid in and out of me, always pushing against the walls inside. Stretching me little by little.

Those electric sparks returned in no time. They radiated down to my toes and to the top of my head.

He bit my neck and then leaned into me.

“Hold on to the rail, honey,” he said.

I grabbed the rail as he came closer. I looked out on Paris at midnight. From the top of the Eiffel Tower.

And knew I was about to be fucked by my stepbrother. Fucked for the first time. Could it have been more horribly perfect?

His cock came to my entrance. The head throbbed on my sensitive lips. His hands anchored into my hips and tilted my waist back a little. The head pushed in, just enough to spread my little lips. He was so big.

“Is this what you want,” he asked.

“Yes, Jake.”

“Tell me Jules. Tell me what you want.”

I felt horrible saying it. Felt like a dirty slut. But I couldn’t stop myself.

“I want it Jake. I need your cock inside me. I need you to fuck me. Fuck my tight, little pussy. My sweet pussy that’s wanted only you since the day we met.”

“Beg for it Jules.”

“Please Jake. Please fuck me. I need your cock inside me. I need it now.”

Chapter Seven

His hips eased toward me and his cock slid in a couple of inches. My insides burned and stretched. He was so big and I was so not used to this.

He gently slid out and then eased in again. My whole body felt full of cock already. My slick juices coated him as his slid deeper. The stinging inside brought hot tears to my eyes. The wind whipped across my face and cooled them. The lights far below blurred into streaks.

He slid back out. I gasped. An instant to breathe. To grasp for reality. His hips moved forward and he sank back inside me.

The stinging, stretching flame overwhelmed me. A confusing mix of pain and pleasure. More pain, but pleasure too.

My soaking insides coated him completely. Hugged him. Welcomed him to his home.

He eased out again. All the way to the tip. And slowly moved back inside me. Deeper. The dual agony lanced through me.

Deeper.

I felt his hardness bump my cervix. A shock of pleasure rolled through me. My arms and legs shook. I clung to the rail. My only anchor to planet Earth.

He started a slow, even rhythm. His cock emptying out of me and then pushing back in. Each time sending a delicious, stinging, stretching shock through me. I moaned. Cried out.

“Yes Jake,” I said. “Yes.”

He cupped his hands under my ass. His strong arms easily moving me back and forth.

“What do you want, Jules,” he asked. “Say it.”

It was horrible and wonderful to say. I wrapped my curvy legs around his waist. Anchored myself to him.

“I want you to fuck my pussy, Jake,” I said. “Fuck it hard and fast. Fuck me and make me come on your cock.”

His biceps bulged as he slammed into me. I yelled out. Our hips moved back and forth as he bored into me. Filled and stretched again and again.

“Come in me Jake. Shoot your hot cum inside me. Fill me up.”

Did I just say that?

That was dirty talk level ten.

He rammed into me over and over. His balls slapped against my pussy.

“Okay Jules. Okay. Okay.”

Faster and faster until my body numbed from the cascade of sensation.

Then he froze.

His fingers dug into my ass. He pinned my body into the railing. My legs locked around his waist. Squeezing him into me. I watched the stars above as his cock buried into me one last time. Bumped against the limits inside me.