Stepbrothers Stepping Out: With His Client Page 3
A single thick digit sought out and found my clit. He pressed against it, then rubbed, toggling the sensitive knot until I bet my lip to keep from crying out. “I own those sounds, Lila. I own you.”
I quivered, and my inner muscles clenched around him. Still toggling my clit, he slid a hand between our bodies and slipped a finger between my buttocks. I shook my head, but he wasn’t deterred. He rubbed my back entrance then pushed against it until his fingertip slid inside. Then he rolled his hips, forcing his cock deeper inside me. I couldn’t help myself, I began to lift and fall, watching his cock disappear inside me, then watching that thick rod appear, wetter, ruddier than before.
I rose and fell, my breaths getting thinner, choppier. Fluid flooded my passage, anointing him. His murmurs filled my ears, incomprehensible, harsh. And his eyes roamed my body as my movement became jerkier. I slammed downward, slipped upward, mewing like a kitten because he filled me front and back. Rubbed my clit until it tingled and tightened.
At last, he withdrew his fingers and clutched the sides of my hips. I sagged, glad to have him take over the effort because I was spent, my bones liquid as he pumped me up and down his shaft while his lips peeled away from his teeth and his eyes got darker in the mirror.
The moment I began to keen like a wild woman, he pushed his back against mine, sending me forward. I unlaced my fingers and caught myself before I hit the bed. Then he bent over me, pounding into me, and loved it, loved him, loved his powerful frame, his huge cock, his endless stamina.
I screamed when my orgasm hit. His shout echoed around me. Then his body crashed against mine. He slipped his hands beneath me, sought my hands, and held them. Fedor nosed my ear. “You are mine, Lila.”
All I could manage was a nod before I slept.
The next morning, I awoke draped over his body, my knees cupped against the sides of his hips. He was already deep inside me and a lazy hand petted my bottom.
“So, you’re awake.”
Gone were the rolling Rs that had so aroused me. But I liked the humor in his voice. I brushed back my hair and lifted my head, leaving my chest resting against his because I liked the feel of the crisp hair against my sore nipples. “Did you think I’d sleep through this?” I said, curving my hips to press on his cock.
“I wondered.” His smile was filled with pure masculine satisfaction.
He’d earned that smirk. I gave him my first genuine smile. “Is this how we will negotiate our business?”
He fisted my hair to lift my head and kissed me hard. “I don’t want business in our bed. I want you.”
I dipped my eyelids but watched him through my lashes. “So, you will talk to Pyotr about the loan?”
He arched an eyebrow. “Pyotr is not investing. I am.” He gave a shrug. “He has found dealing with U.S. businesses…problematic. He’s turning his attention to Africa.”
“Are you going to Africa?” I asked, wondering if I’d somehow misread our…interactions. Would he invest then leave?
“Pyotr is releasing me from my…contract. What I invest will be unentangled from his...problems.”
“So, you’re on your own?”
“I am.”
I locked gazes with him. “You’re planning on staying? In New York?”
“In New York…” He made a face. “My permanent visa is processing. I hope there will be no issues.”
“And if there are…” I drew a deep breath. “I might be able to help you with that.”
He arched a brow. “You have friends who can push along an application?”
“No, but there are ways around the wait.”
“Ah… You mean…marriage.”
“You said you wanted my shares.”
His eyes narrowed, but a smile played on his lips.
“Well, Fedorr,” I said, lowering my voice to imitate him, “I want yourrs, too.”
If you liked this story, be sure to read the excerpt from the first story in my With His SEAL Team series!
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Stepbrothers Stepping Out: With His Boss
Stepbrothers Stepping Out: With His Professor
Stepbrothers Stepping Out: With His Friends
Stepbrothers Stepping Out: With His Team
Stepbrothers Stepping Out: With His Doctor
Stepbrothers Stepping Out: With His Pack
Stepbrothers Stepping Out: With His SEAL Team
Stepbrothers Stepping Out: With His Rock Band
Stepbrothers Stepping Out: With His SEAL Team, Part 2
Stepbrothers Stepping Out: With His SEAL Team, Part 3
Stepbrothers Stepping Out: With His SEAL Team, Part 4
Stepbrothers Stepping Out: With His SEAL Team, Part 5
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With His SEAL Team
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Excerpt From WITH HIS SEAL TEAM…
“Baby, ready to get down and dirty? I’m gonna make you so wet...”
I didn’t have to fake my enthusiastic, “Oh, please, daddy. I’ve been waiting so long for your call...” Andrew was one of my regulars, and thankfully, all he ever wanted was straight up, shared masturbatory sex with just a touch of domination. After “spanking” the old man whose wife thought he was sick because he couldn’t get it up unless he was punished, and stroking the ego of a dude with a whiny voice who claimed to be hung like donkey, but who likely had a teeny weenie, I was ready to have some fun.
Just one of the perks of my new job. I blew out a deep breath. “Lord, it’s hot in here.” I fanned myself, something he couldn’t see, but which helped me make the roleplaying real.
“Maybe you should take something off...”
“Mmm...” I glanced down at my thin tank and cotton shorts. They didn’t exactly fit the fantasy we were about to enact. “You caught me just as I stepped out of my shower, daddy. I took a cold one.” I pulled my shirt over my head, careful not to jostle my headset, then walked to the sink. I turned on the faucet, letting cool water run over my fingers. Then I stroked the water over the tops of my breasts. I rubbed away the moisture with my castoff shirt. “Oh!” I gasped. “I can’t stand it when a towel scrapes my nipples.”
“Are they aroused?” he asked, his voice deepening.
“Into tight little points. Umm… My towel hurts,” I said, injecting some little girl crankiness into my tone. “Wish someone was here to lick them dry.”
He groaned then chuckled. “Let me help. How about you do exactly what I tell you?”
As he continued, telling me how much he loved it when I “minded” him, I walked to a dinette chair, slid off my shorts, and sat, spreading my thighs. Sure, we were only role-playing, but I liked to add a touch of realism, liked to come—if the dude wasn’t totally disgusting. Tips were generally bigger when my callers really believed their exceptional prowess made me come. And Andrew had taught me from his first call that he could tell when I faked an orgasm.
“Mmm...” I said, tossing back my hair and letting my eyelids drift downward. The better to forget where I was, the fact I was alone. “I’m sitting now, on a hard chair, my legs spread wide. Tell me, daddy. Tell me how you want it.”
“Move that ass to the edge of your chair,” he said in his deep, graveled tone.
He had a nice voice. I liked imagining he was young and handsome. Closing my eyes, I scooted to the edge then leaned back against the spokes of the chair. “I’m there. Right at the edge. Do you like it?”
The sound of him drawing a deep breath hummed in my ear. “Baby, I love your smell.”
“I didn’t use any perfume, just like you like it.”
“Did you shave?”
“No, daddy. I know you like to pull my hair.”
“Can’t wait. I’m rubbing my face in your pussy, getting your juices all over my mouth and chin.”
I rubbed the flat of my palm over my pussy, pushing at the top of my folds to put pressure on my clit. “Your face is soaked. Gonna lick me now?”
“Don’t get ahead of me.”
“Sorry, daddy. I’ll be good.” Already, I could hear him stroking himself, the slick sounds coming at only a moderate pace. “Tell me what to do,” I said, my voice thin and mewling. Not a stretch because my pussy throbbed.
“I’m sticking two fingers inside you and swirling, pumping them in and out, like I want to fuck your pussy.”
I pushed two fingers inside me. “I’m rocking against them, loving the way your fingers reach so deep. Fuck, I’m wet. Can you feel how wet?”
The slick sounds quickened. “Uh-uhn, baby. I’m pulling out. Don’t want you coming too fast.”
I rolled my eyes. No way would I come faster than him. But I pulled out.
“Now...” The smacks of his hand choking his cock grew louder, faster. “Now, I’m spanking it. One, two, three. Baby, count for me.”
I liked this, him telling me what to do, him listening to me as I spanked my wet pussy and counted. I made sure the slaps were sharp so he could hear, and soon, the stinging heat worked its magic. My pussy tightened and burned, and I squirmed on my seat, my arms pushing my boobs together. As I spanked, I slid on my chair, my bottom so wet now I glided effortlessly forward and back. “Oh, I want some of that cock. Please, daddy, give me that great big cock.”
“Spread wider. Get ready.”
He made a grunting sound. His strokes came so quick, I couldn’t keep my slaps moving in time with his.
“Almost...there.” He groaned.
I forgot about pleasing him. I was close, too. I forked my fingers at the top of my folds and pulled upward, exposing my clit. I slicked my fingertips with spit then rubbed vigorously on my distended little nub. “Daddy, tell me. Tell me when.”
I heard those noises, the ones that weren’t so sexy, of him squeezing out a moan as his hand stilled.
“I’m rubbing my come all over your pussy,” he said, his voice sounding strained.
I made a face he’d never see, scrunching my nose in disgust. “Thank you, daddy.”
The session was over. I stilled my hands and let my pussy cool.
“Your service says you’ll be away for a few days.”
The bastard didn’t even bother to ask me whether I’d come. Breathing hard, I placed my hands on my thighs. I’d end the call quickly, and then take care of my own orgasm. I’d sailed past my mandatory four minutes, which meant every second of our conversation would put money in the bank. Something I needed to hold up my end of the mortgage.
“Mariska’s hot. I like her a lot,” I said, forcing breathiness into my tone. “She’ll treat you right. Maybe when I come back, we could do a three-way?”
He grunted. Static crackled for a second. He must have been changing hands. One was probably cramped. “Maybe you could give me your real phone number. I could call you, and we could skip the whole middle man. I’d send you money.”
Inwardly, I groaned. Next, he’d ask me for a date. A real date. But I didn’t need a boyfriend. Even one who wasn’t completely skeevy on the phone.
I ended the call as quickly as I could then stood. Before I had a chance to let the service know I needed a break, my headphone beeped again. Sighing my frustration, I touched the earpiece, connecting with the call. “Hello, this is Demi Dix.”
I heard a snort behind me at the same time a voice in my ear, said, “Demi, honey. I love your voice. Would you talk to me while I fuck Veronica?”
I heard the words, but alarm shot through me. I wasn’t alone. I spun and lost my balance. As I reached out to catch the side of the table, arms slid around me from behind—arms bearing a tattoo in grays and black. I squealed.
The sound of the caller hanging up didn’t really register. I turned inside Hunter’s embrace and hopped up, winding my legs around his waist, and kissed his cheek, his jaw, his nose...his mouth.
But he d
rew back his head sharply. “The headset,” he bit out.
“Oh!” I reached up, tore it off, then tossed it toward the table. It slid across the top and fell to the floor, but I didn’t care. Hunter was home.
Only, he didn’t seem as happy to see me as I was to see him. His eyebrows were lowered, and his cheeks were flushed.
“How long have you been home?” I asked in a small voice.
“Long enough to watch you spanking yourself with your new boyfriend on the other end of the line. And to hear you take another call. Who the fuck are these guys, and why the fuck are you calling yourself Demi Dix?”
I couldn’t help it. I laughed. “Oh shit,” I said, then bent to hide my face against his shoulder, because he didn’t look as though he had much of a sense of humor at the moment.
A throat cleared. Not Hunter’s. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
I popped up to peer over Hunter’s shoulder at the two men standing in the doorway. Both grinning so wide, I knew why Hunter was so pissed. “Um, I can explain.”
His buddies, Marco and Payton, waggled their eyebrows.
“Just forget we’re here,” Marco said, his tone sly.
As if I could. Three well-muscled SEALs were standing in my tiny kitchen. How the hell had I missed their arrival? Oh yeah, I’d been trying to come...
Not that being caught naked fazed me much. These two had been frequent visitors to our home and had walked in a few times when Hunter and I were getting it on—ostensibly to complain about the noise, but most likely so they could get an eyeful. Something neither Hunter nor I minded all that much. Still, I was glad that my breasts and pussy were pressed against Hunter’s body.
Hunter growled and smacked my ass. “What the fuck, Sara?”