ROMANCE: Mated to the Bear (Stepbrother Paranormal Shifter) (Threesome Taboo Romance) (48 page)

The two laughed harder as loud ecstatic screams echoed from outside and into their room. Alan and the masked woman looked to the door and mocked the sounds coming from the outside party.

“You didn’t say—have you been to these types of things before?” Alan moved his face closer to hers.

“No, but I have a good idea that we’re doing it wrong!” They burst out laughing.

Before the masked woman could catch her breath, Alan dove in for a kiss. He held it long and gently tasted her bottom lip. Pulling back enough to look each other in the eyes, their smiles faded yet hearts fluttered together.

“That may be a good start,” she stated breathlessly.

He grasped the back of her neck and pulled her in for a deeper, longer kiss. Their tongues entwined, and bodies wrapped around one another. Trying once more, Alan reached behind her head.

“No, leave it on, please,” she placed her hands at the bottom of his shirt and stripped it over his head.

Alan kissed her lips and moved his way down her neck and to her breasts. Guiding his hands down to her hips, he pulled her light pink evening gown up and off. Seams ripped in the dress at his quick tug. As the masked woman helped him slip the rest of the dress off, Alan’s hands immediately touched her wrists and washed down her arms to her exposed, small breasts. The chill of the room called her nipples to attention and Alan brought his mouth to them.

He licked at one and rolled his fingers over the other. Sucking at her nipple, Alan slid his hand down to push his hands into her lacey panties. She dripped in creamy wet excitement. He parted her clitoris with his fingers and softly rubbed. The masked woman gasped with every full circle Alan traced over her pussy. Almost too much sensation too soon, she pushed him up and sucked on his lips.

The masked woman guided him back to the pillows and madly removed his belt and pants. His boxers stood at full attention; Alan was completely incited and had finally submitted to the spirit of the party. He wanted nothing more than to spend his time eating every bit of this attractive woman’s body.

The more she had fought Alan about keeping the mask on, the more he desired her. Alan grasped his boxers at the opening and tore the fabric away from his waist. His cock popped to attention and precome spilled from the tip. The woman gasped at the size of his cock; the girth, the length, and the overall size were much too big for her.

But, the masked woman was in so far that she wasn’t going to back out now. She darted to his mouth and they sucked at each other’s lips. Her hand sent sensations into his body once she grabbed his hard-on. Alan’s heart raced and he was overcome with powerful emotion.

Alan grabbed the woman under her shoulders and rolled her to the bed. In one motion, Alan grabbed the waistline of the woman’s underwear and ripped it into shreds. He buried his face between her legs and lapped up her creamy juice. His tongue licked from her ass to the top of her clit in one continuous motion. He was slow and deliberate with each taste of her cunt and the masked woman arched her low back.

As he built her excitement, she humped his face with each tongue thrust. Come spilled out of her hole and down to her asshole. And, Alan sucked up every last bit. For minutes on end, Alan continued pleasuring the woman, letting her savor the moments before he’d have his way with her. After all, it wasn’t often that Alan was with women, so when he found the occasion, he made sure to enjoy it as much as possible.

Just when Alan thought he’d be awhile longer, she came and her pussy exploded in waves of pleasure. Her pussy lips twitched rhythmically with each orgasmic explosion. She bucked on the bed and pushed Alan’s face away. The masked woman squirmed her body away from his and moved her way to below his body again.

Grabbing both of his round ass cheeks, the masked woman pulled Alan’s hips down, driving his cock into her mouth. Her tiny mouth could hardly take his swollen cock head and she gagged as it partially slid in. Rather than spoil his experience, the woman took a deep breath, swallowed and pulled his hips down again.

Repeatedly, the woman directed Alan to fuck her mouth and he started to do so without her guidance. The warmth and tightness of her mouth were almost too much, so Alan pulled his cock out quickly.

Rolling to his back, Alan lifted the little woman up and seated her on his swollen member. His massive cock startled her and pain shot into her pussy. Her body crumpled over as his enormous erection pushed deeper inside her.

“Wait, wait, wait…” she smacked his ribs. Her pussy screamed at her, but her lust cried louder. The woman wanted nothing more right now than to feel this man pound the hell out of her and reciprocate the same pleasure.

The masked woman took a deep breath, lifted her hips up and then slid herself back onto him. Over and over again, the blond picked up her speed as the pain subsided. And, as the agony entirely disappeared, she could feel the deep thrusts and sensations from Alan’s cock. The two fucked in unison as their bodies pulsated about on the bed.

Alan’s hungry mouth came up to greet and clamp on a nipple. He sucked and tickled the edge of the areola. The tip of her nipple stood at attention and sent chills through her body.

While keeping his cock inside her, Alan cupped his hands under her armpits and heaved her onto the bed. He was over top of her and the woman’s breath became short with his full weight on her. Noticing the panicked look in her eyes, Alan grabbed one leg, guided it up and around him. He positioned himself right behind her while his cock still remained firmly entrenched inside her. This motion was enough to send the woman back into pain, and she bit the pillow as she shifted to her side.

Thoroughly stimulated and climaxing quicker than he wished, Alan pulled her tiny body snuggly to his midsection. Breathlessly, he whispered into her ear.

“I want you to fuck me, come on,” he directed her.

The masked woman pushed her ass to his pelvis and arched her low back, shoving him deeper inside. Then, she lifted her butt and pushed her back into his stomach. Repeatedly and with increasing speed, she humped away at him. Crippled and controlled by her every thrust, Alan flattened out, straightened his legs and pointed his toes out. He could feel it coming and it had been far too long since he felt the relief of an orgasm.

But, when his climax peaked, it came harder and faster than he’d ever felt. And, rather than pulling away to allow him to enjoy it, she continued to hump harder and faster at him. Alan’s balls emptied come inside and the white jism spilled out of her with every pump onto his oversized rod. And, just as Alan thought he was done, he came even more sending his body into miniature convulsions.

The blond woman slowed down and finally sunk back onto his cock. She could feel the pulse in his cock and the last few shivers of an orgasm. After a half minute of holding his breath, Alan sucked in air. She reached behind her and wrapped his arms around her.

The woman placed his arm over her breasts and Alan draped his leg over her hips. The two lovers fell asleep with Alan holding her small body in his arms. The entire evening melted away and the sounds of debauchery quieted in the rooms outside theirs.

For the first time that night, not a sound could be heard anywhere, save for the sound of Alan and the masked woman’s hearts beating. The evening would come to an abrupt ending when he tried to remove the mask one last time. And, he’d chase after her only to lose her. Then, with saddened heart, he would drive home alone again.

Chapter 5

Though Alan hadn’t consumed much alcohol the night before, he sure did feel hung over. Then again, he was functioning on little sleep after the excitement of the entire evening of the masquerade ball. He’d arrived home early in the morning and slept only as long as his mind would allow him.

Alan was never the type of person for one night stands or having sex with random strangers, but this occasion seemed to be entirely different. He believed that he had found a kindred spirit in this masked young woman. Tried as he may, Alan couldn’t shake the thought of this mysterious yet beautiful creature from his mind. Brief moments of panic flushed his skin and he’d break into a cold sweat just thinking about how he recklessly ejaculated in this woman.

What if she isn’t on birth control? What if she comes after all I’ve worked for?
He thought. But, Alan quickly dissolved the thought and replaced it with how he perceived her.

The painting he drew of her in his mind, from his interpretation of her face and her demeanor, made him believe that this woman was good. And, maybe not just good, but great for him. This woman could be the answer to all he needed for the next step in his life—the partner that he needed to break through to his next chapter.

A loud rapid knock sounded at his door, startling him from his daydream. For a fleeting moment, Alan’s heart skipped a beat thinking that it may just be her—the masked woman. He pounced to his feet from his couch and rushed to the door.

Though his business partner had the luxury of wait staff and butlers, Alan chose to run his home on his own. After all, he didn’t spend much time at home.
Of course, that may change soon
, he thought.

He snapped the door open in excitement and reality set in when he saw who it was.
Oh!
He thought as he laughed to himself.

In his haste and sleep-deprived mind, he’d almost forgotten that his stepsister was coming to town.

“Hey!” Tiffany stepped in through the threshold and hugged her stepbrother around his mid-section. Pressing her face into his chest, she squeezed him tightly and grunted.

Alan laughed and peeled his 18-year old stepsister back to have a look at her. She’d grown considerably since he last saw her.

Tiffany was matured now, yet she still wore the same old combination of baggy sweatpants and a hooded sweatshirt. She was a bit of a tomboy growing up and anything that her big stepbrother would do, Tiffany was sure to follow.

He grasped her arms, looked her up and down, and shook his head. Smiling, he placed his hand to his mouth and muttered, “That’s not going to do, Tiff.”

“What?!” she nervously looked from one side to the other. Her face blushed and she lightly slapped her brother on the face. “What’s your problem?”

“Nah,” he broke his posture to laugh and headed to the kitchen. “I’m just fucking with you. Come on, let’s grab some grub.”

Tiffany quickly ran from behind him and playfully slapped him on his rear end.

“Hey,” he turned around to point at her. “What was that all about?”

She laughed, “Oh, I missed you.”

“No, you definitely
didn’t
miss me!” Alan smirked back at his stepsister. “Seriously, when did you go brunette?”

“Meh,” she shrugged her shoulders. Tiffany jumped up and sat down on the countertop next to the kitchen sink. “I figured that I’m done with school that I can finally do whatever I want for a change.”

She fluffed her straightened hair out and tossed her head from one side to the other. Tiffany used to have long curly, blonde locks and now she was sporting a new look.

It certainly is becoming
, thought Alan.

“What do you think?” she asked him.

Alan busied himself with making sandwiches and as he started to spread the mayonnaise over the bread, he thought about the masked woman again. Even as his little stepsister is there, he’d become consumed with thinking about the mystery woman.

“Hello?” she slapped his arm. “You doing okay?”

“Yeah…yeah,” he smirked. “I’m good. Just a bit tired, sorry. I’ll be good if I get a little sleep. So, what do you have planned now that you’re here?”

“I thought you had that all figured out,” Tiffany hopped down from the counter and wandered into the mansion.

Alan’s home was much bigger than he would make it out to be. Tiffany didn’t expect anything so extravagant. She guessed the place had to be ten bedrooms.

But, what would he need so many rooms for?
Tiffany thought.

“This is nice, Alan!” Tiffany yelled from his study. “How big is this place?”

Once again, he was focused on preparing them food and thinking about the night before with this beautiful woman.

“Hey, did you hear me?” she approached Alan in the kitchen.

Her stepbrother looked up, his shoulders sunk down and he sighed.

“I’m sorry, I’m exhausted. Let’s eat and I have to make a call. Have a look around in the meantime. Help yourself to the food in the fridge. This is your home now.”

Alan handed her the plate with a turkey breast on wheat bread surrounded by a handful of chips and a pickle spear.

“Thanks.”

“Yeah,” Alan paused a moment before taking a bite from his sandwich. “Say, Tiff?”

She looked up from her plate at the counter top.

“If you need anything, and I mean anything at all, just let me know. Okay?”

She nodded and the two stepsiblings finished lunch together before Alan showed around the house and to her room for the summer.

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