Her Stepbrother, Her Hero(9)

By: Terry Towers

Licking her lower lip, Gabriella sat up and reached out to grasp him in her hand when he stepped back a foot. What in the hell? Frowning, Gabriella looked up to meet his gaze, a questioning look in her expression.

Stepping out of his jeans and kicking them to the side he placed a hand on her shoulder and pushed her back down on the sofa. "It's been five years, Gabby. You take me into your mouth and I'll be done for."

"But –"

Anthony sank back onto the sofa, settling between her legs, his mouth kissing its way back up her stomach. His lips stopped long enough to pay attention to each of her nipples, first flicking them with his tongue and then teasing with his teeth and lips until they were even harder than they already were, sending short jolts through her, igniting the fire between her legs once more.

He continued his way up the length of her neck, across her jaw and then placed a chaste kiss on her lips. His lips tasted of her and hiked her arousal up a notch as her mind drifted back to the image of him, his face buried between her legs. "Besides. If I blow my load right away, what kind of impression would that leave?" he teased, as he settled onto her, his rock hard cock nestling itself between her wet folds.

She wiggled under him, hoping to impale herself onto him by fluke. "But if you blow your load right away, it means we get to do it again," she countered, placing a string of kisses down his neck and across his chest.

"Mmm. Good point." He moved up against her, increasing her torment as his cock slid back and forth along her. "So, you're still on..."

"Mmm-Hmm," Gabriella confirmed, slipping her hands to his tight ass and pulling him tighter to her.

Rubbing against her, Anthony gave her a wicked smile that sent her pulse racing as he lined the head of his dick up to her awaiting entrance. He cupped the side of her face in his palm as he lowered his mouth to her, and as their lips touched he pushed up into her. Her nails dug into his ass and she moaned against his lips as his cock stretched her.

Her pussy took him in as he pressed himself deeper, so exquisitely deep, until he was balls deep into her channel. He settled in her, his hips rocking against hers, torturing her with tiny, micro thrusts. She parted her lips, needing to tell him she needed more. She needed him moving within her – hard, fast, now! But her words were muffled as his tongue invaded her mouth, caressing hers.

Just when she didn't think she could handle another moment of his horrid teasing, he pulled out nearly all the way and then slammed back into her, so fast and hard that her whole body moved an inch up the sofa.

"You want it hard, Gabby?" he growled, tearing his lips from hers and staring down at her. His expression was tense, and she took some satisfaction in knowing the strain of holding back was as torturous to him as it was to her.

"God yes, Tony." Her hands moved up to his shoulders and she wrapped her legs around his waist. "Give it to me!"

"Then hold on."

Hold on? She didn't have time to consider his words as he pulled out and forcefully thrust back in. She screamed out as the jolt of pleasure rushed through her. Not wasting any more time he began to jackhammer into her, thrusting fast and hard, forcing whimpers and moans from her with each thrust.

"Oh, so fucking good Gabby. So tight," he growled with his mouth against her neck, as he nipped at her neck and collarbone between thrusts.

It was good, so good, too good. She wanted to meet each of his thrusts with her own, but he was moving at a frantic pace. All she could do was hold tight to him and enjoy the waves rushing through her.

She became lightheaded as she reached the summit. So close. Teetering on the edge.

"I can't hold back any longer, Gabby." Anthony claimed her mouth roughly as he slammed into her a final time, burying himself to the hilt and unloading spurt after spurt of his cum into her. The sudden rush of cum filling her, beating against her inner walls was enough to send her over the edge. She moaned against his lips, her nails digging into the hard muscle of his back as she released.

Anthony pulled up from her while keeping himself embedded within her, a self-satisfied smile on his lips. "So does this mean you forgive me for ruining your prom?"

Running a finger along his jaw, she peered up into his grey eyes. "Oh, we have a lot more making up to do before I forgive you for that," she teased.

"Hmmmm." Leaning down he kissed her forehead, the bridge of her nose and her chin. "Then I guess we've got a long night ahead of us."

Gabriella loved the sound of that!

Chapter 3

Gabriella was pulled from her deep, satisfied sleep by a loud scream and the feel of Anthony thrashing on the bed next to her. Pulling her naked body into an upright position she looked down at Anthony; his face was contorted into a look of anguish, a sheen of sweat coating his chest.

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