his cock spurted. Ropy strings of sticky milky seed shot up and onto Annika’s face. Like old faithful, he blasted again and again. Coating her face and hair in dripping semen. She was completely covered in it. Like a Halloween cum mask.
God, he was so powerful. So hot.
My pussy and stomach clenched tight and I came all over my fingers. Hard, grunting orgasms that I had to bite my lip to contain.
Annika wiped cum out of her eyes.
“Oh for fuck’s sake,” she said. “Look at me. What am I? Your personal cumbucket?”
Jake looked stricken. His eyes glanced to me and then back. Confusion edging into the animal heat.
“I’ve got to shower again,” she said and pointed an accusing finger. “This is going to make me late, Jacob. Fuck you for that. ”
“Jesus, Annika,” he said.
Annika pushed off the bed. Cum dripped from her face onto the bedsheets and floor as she retreated to the bathroom. A second later, the door slammed shut.
Jake immediately jumped up, shoved my panties and tank top into my hands, and pushed me out the door.
He brought his mouth down to my ear. His panting breath hot and fast. It was so hot. He was so hot.
“Are you fucking crazy,” he said.
What?
That’s not what I wanted to hear. He was supposed to say he loved me. That he wanted me and only me. That he wanted me to be his personal cumbucket.
It sounded gross. But I’d try anything to make him happy. To be the best lover he’d ever had.
He pushed me further down the hall. A little harder than he meant to I think, because I tripped and tumbled to the floor.
“Get your clothes on,” he said. His voice didn’t sound kind. Why was he talking to me like that? When I just wanted to please him.
Of course, I knew why he was mad. I fucked him while Annika was still wet on his cock. That’s was weird. But whatever. It wasn’t about her. It was about us—Jake and me.
He wanted me too.
He said my name when he thought it was Annika riding his cock.
My name.
I was nineteen now and a woman, both legally and physically. Had been physically for a while now.
I could give him the family he wanted.
I lay there on my stomach, face down in the hallway, legs spread. Confused and vulnerable.
I glanced up, and he was gone. His bedroom door already shut.
Damn. I couldn’t do anything right. Not even lay naked on the floor. Exposed, vulnerable, irresistible. Apparently, I couldn’t even pull that off.
I did make him come though. There was that. I was good at something. It wasn’t Annika that did it. Yes, she had his cock in her hands. But he was talking to me. Telling me to suck him. Talking to me while he shot his load on her face.
He wants me. It was my name on his lips.
So why was he fighting it so hard?
Yes, I knew it was wrong. I knew the whole thing was fucked up. But we didn’t choose for it to be this way. It just was. And we had to deal with it.
With our attraction.
With our forbidden love.
I wouldn’t give up without a fight. Without a fight for us. For our future together.
For the baby I wanted to give him.
I loved him.
And to me, that’s all that mattered.
THE END
Forever My Billionaire Stepbrother
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I unzipped my baby blue dress and let the shoulders fall away. It fluttered to the ground. The cool museum air grazed and puckered my nipples.
I looked up and down the hallway. No one. Okay.
I kicked off my boots and tugged my black lace panties down and kicked those off too. I felt so naked. I mean, I was naked.
But I felt so naked.
I threw the black scarf around my neck. It felt fashionable. I don’t know. It was Paris.
Any second now and Jake would notice me.
Would ravage me.
I stood there, legs together, protecting my sacred spot. My nineteen-year-old bosom heaving as nerves raced through my body.
But he didn’t notice. He was absorbed in the sculpture.
Fine.
I strode over and stepped right in front of him.
He froze. Like he didn’t know what just
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