Royal Brit Bastard: a badboy stepbrother romance by Alice May Ball
Authors: Alice May Ball
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cotton of his suit pants pushed against my soft ass, and the hard muscles of his thighs made my flesh roll. He bored deeper though my wet lips and he reached to rub my soaking, desperate bean.
“My hips tilted to make him scrape harder at the front of my folds. My back arced and my fingers clawed. Every stroke was nearer, but never quite there.
“I pushed my buttocks back into the pistons of his hips. I cried out as I beat against his rhythm. I yanked in my hair and slammed my hand on the rug.
“His long rod cannoned through me, brimming and spilling my juices and my core. His fingers gripped my hair and his beat hardened. I managed to shout, ‘Not yet!’ widened my thighs and pushed my hips lower.
“He grabbed my waist with both hands. I pulled my breast out and tugged on my poor, hard nipple. He was almost still as he gripped me. I heard the coarse rasp of his breath.
“He pounded and pummeled into me, harder and higher. He shifted his angle to penetrate me lower, then wider, then deeper. Then faster. A slow rumble of volcanic waves stirred and rose inside me. His massive cock fucked me to a blasting, bursting plume of pressured release.
“I slammed my hands on the floor, my fingers clawed the rug. He tugged my hair. I bit my arm and shouted.
“I was still gushing as I pulled myself off him and spun back around. His startled moan and his steepled eyebrows made me pump again. I seized his hot, hard pole.
“That fat shaft was going to do me more good than any piece of cake. I licked the tang from the thick, slick bulb. My damp breath fanned the underside.
“The beast twitched as my nails very gently raked along upward curve of its length on, through his wiry bush, lightly up the front of his abdomen. Then, even slower, all the way back.
“As it jerked I put out my tongue. His hot flesh tapped on my tongue. It leaped and dropped back. The anguish on his face was a treasure. My tongue flicked lightly under his balls. The, one by one I sucked them.
“I fluttered my tongue up the length of his shaft, and I blew all the way along it. He swelled and pulsed as my nails softly scratched down his stomach.
“My mouth was wide as I took him in between my soft, wet lips, into the moist warmth and slid him along the top of my tongue. I let my lips just touch the thick shaft.
“I pulled him to me by his clenching buttocks.
“When he got to the back of my throat sealed him in. I tasted his musky precum and I let him feel my hot, heaving breath. His veins sang and trilled on my tongue.
“He gripped my hair and started to push. With the back of my hand, I swept his wrists away. Slowly I pulled back from him. I held his balls and blew on the head.
“I peeked up at him and said, ‘I told you, Doctor Masterson, you had your chance. I’m taking this at my pace.’
“Then I took it. I slid it into my mouth, dragging my lips around the velvety ridges. I took it into the top of my throat. Then over that ledge. He vibrated as my throat squeezed the top of his shaft.
“As the sweet saliva gushed around him, it spilled from my lips and ran down his balls and his thighs.
“Then, slowly, deeply, I worked him. In and out. All the way down and slowly back up. A hard, wet plunge, then a long, slow suck. Every time I paused, he stiffened and grew.
“He gasped and groaned as I pushed my nails into the flesh of his buttocks. I sucked and pulled on the length of his hot cock, harder and deeper. And every few pumps, I paused.
“Then he bulged in my mouth. A thick ring pulsed from the base of the hot shaft. Then another. Then he grabbed my head. And I let him.
“His hips rocked and ground him into my wet face and he shouted as the bolts of hot, sticky love blasted the back of my throat and slathered across my tongue.
“My lips were wet and slick as his juice overflowed around them. It dribbled onto my chin, down my neck and onto the heaving tops of my breasts.
“I kept him sealed and
“My hips tilted to make him scrape harder at the front of my folds. My back arced and my fingers clawed. Every stroke was nearer, but never quite there.
“I pushed my buttocks back into the pistons of his hips. I cried out as I beat against his rhythm. I yanked in my hair and slammed my hand on the rug.
“His long rod cannoned through me, brimming and spilling my juices and my core. His fingers gripped my hair and his beat hardened. I managed to shout, ‘Not yet!’ widened my thighs and pushed my hips lower.
“He grabbed my waist with both hands. I pulled my breast out and tugged on my poor, hard nipple. He was almost still as he gripped me. I heard the coarse rasp of his breath.
“He pounded and pummeled into me, harder and higher. He shifted his angle to penetrate me lower, then wider, then deeper. Then faster. A slow rumble of volcanic waves stirred and rose inside me. His massive cock fucked me to a blasting, bursting plume of pressured release.
“I slammed my hands on the floor, my fingers clawed the rug. He tugged my hair. I bit my arm and shouted.
“I was still gushing as I pulled myself off him and spun back around. His startled moan and his steepled eyebrows made me pump again. I seized his hot, hard pole.
“That fat shaft was going to do me more good than any piece of cake. I licked the tang from the thick, slick bulb. My damp breath fanned the underside.
“The beast twitched as my nails very gently raked along upward curve of its length on, through his wiry bush, lightly up the front of his abdomen. Then, even slower, all the way back.
“As it jerked I put out my tongue. His hot flesh tapped on my tongue. It leaped and dropped back. The anguish on his face was a treasure. My tongue flicked lightly under his balls. The, one by one I sucked them.
“I fluttered my tongue up the length of his shaft, and I blew all the way along it. He swelled and pulsed as my nails softly scratched down his stomach.
“My mouth was wide as I took him in between my soft, wet lips, into the moist warmth and slid him along the top of my tongue. I let my lips just touch the thick shaft.
“I pulled him to me by his clenching buttocks.
“When he got to the back of my throat sealed him in. I tasted his musky precum and I let him feel my hot, heaving breath. His veins sang and trilled on my tongue.
“He gripped my hair and started to push. With the back of my hand, I swept his wrists away. Slowly I pulled back from him. I held his balls and blew on the head.
“I peeked up at him and said, ‘I told you, Doctor Masterson, you had your chance. I’m taking this at my pace.’
“Then I took it. I slid it into my mouth, dragging my lips around the velvety ridges. I took it into the top of my throat. Then over that ledge. He vibrated as my throat squeezed the top of his shaft.
“As the sweet saliva gushed around him, it spilled from my lips and ran down his balls and his thighs.
“Then, slowly, deeply, I worked him. In and out. All the way down and slowly back up. A hard, wet plunge, then a long, slow suck. Every time I paused, he stiffened and grew.
“He gasped and groaned as I pushed my nails into the flesh of his buttocks. I sucked and pulled on the length of his hot cock, harder and deeper. And every few pumps, I paused.
“Then he bulged in my mouth. A thick ring pulsed from the base of the hot shaft. Then another. Then he grabbed my head. And I let him.
“His hips rocked and ground him into my wet face and he shouted as the bolts of hot, sticky love blasted the back of my throat and slathered across my tongue.
“My lips were wet and slick as his juice overflowed around them. It dribbled onto my chin, down my neck and onto the heaving tops of my breasts.
“I kept him sealed and
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