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Ruthless: A Mafia Step-Brother Romance Part 33

I can't deny the desire that draws up in me.

"I want you so bad," I gasp. "I've wanted you... thought about you... for so long."

His hand at my hip reaches out, fingers sinking into my ass cheek as he grasps and gropes at my body. He's ravenous for me, and I can see it in his emerald eyes.

"You're the only woman I've wanted to fuck... the only woman I've fantasized about fucking, for so... so damn long, Princess," he says, his voice deep and gravelly with desire as he nudges in against me. "Every fucking one of those women I brought home, I was only thinking of you." That thick crown of his manhood spreading my pussy lips just a little, making me flower around him as he gives a low groan that resonates out of his chest.

It's slow, but it's sure: he's taking me.

My first time has already begun, and I can feel his dick sliding into me, stretching me out and deflowering me as that big, muscular man shuddered from his own joy at the act.

"Fuck Abby," he groans.

He's so big, but I'm so wet, and that helps a little. Though he's still spreading me open so much wider than I've ever been, and I cry out, a little bit of pain mixing with the amazing sensation of his spreading me open.

In all my fantasies, I never knew it could feel like this, and my hands grip the cheap sheets as he impales me.

He feels so hot, so thick, and I can feel the beating of his heart through his huge tool. Every pulse resonates through me, and for the first time, we're really, truly linked.

My arms go around his neck, holding him close to me, drawing him in as he kisses my forehead, soothes my pain.

"That's it, Princess," he growls, his voice both sweet and hard, complementary and lust-ridden as he steals my virginity.

His one hand grasps the bed, bunching it up in his fingers as he squares off his shoulders. He's straining himself, doing his best to ease me into it after my confession.

But his need to satiate that thick cock inside my pussy is too much even for him, and he doesn't stop, doesn't stall. He sinks on down until he's reached my utmost depths, and I can feel the incessant throb of his manhood.

Again and again it's stretching my pussy walls, bulging and pulsating, turning my narrow little virginal pussy into a sleeve for his cock.

His eyes are shut tight, but I can hear his gravelly moan as he shudders. All those powerful muscles, able to withstand a savage beating and still come to my rescue, brought to bear by the pleasures of my body.

It made me feel drunk on sex.

"Fuck, Abby..." he growls out, tugging back on his hips, so that my clinging pussy pulled against him. "You're perfect," he breathes out, slowly starting to fuck me upon that cheap motel bed.

It's not how I would've anticipated losing my virginity. In some tawdry room to my high school crush... To my step-brother.

But I can't think of how it could be any more perfect.

We are finally, blissfully one.

We've been fighting it for so long, and now my legs are wrapped around his waist as he fucks me. He's bruised and broken, but still, he wants me.

Needs me.

My mouth goes to his and I kiss him, deep and hungrily, needing to feel and taste and smell him so badly. I've never been so turned on, and so happy.

My tongue caresses his, running along his stud, my fingers digging into his back. I know his body must still ache, but he doesn't let it show. His craving for me won't let him.

So as his powerful body picks up its pace, hammering down into me with blow after blow of his thrusting shaft, he appears godlike and unbeatable. None of the cuts or bruises of the night faze him.

Though all that is inconsequential, because I'm just lost to the bliss of his cock plowing into me. Again and again it fills me up and spreads me open, making me feel so incredibly full. So desired. So wanted. Needed.

Those husky moans, so masculine, yet conveying the weakness of his desire for me.

He squeezes my breast, forces his eyes open to look down upon me, soak in the sight of my body rocked by his pumping thrusts. To gaze at the lewd sight of my pink little pussy spread wide and filled with his shaft, again and again.

My body is still tingling with my orgasm, and every strike of his body against mine takes me closer to that brink again. Closer to the point of absolute and utter bliss.

I want to hide from it, not to cross that line with him, but there are no more lines. It's all just blurred together into wrongness, into wonderfully unbridled lust.

"Oh God, Kaiden," I gasp, my hips tilted towards him, letting him sink into me so deep. "I've dreamed about this..."

His hand slides down to my hip, up across my thigh, and he lifts it up, taking my leg over his own hip. He plunges down into me oh so deep, and I catch glimpses of his ripped physique undulating as he fucks me in the fog of my pleasure-blurred mind.

"Ohh Princess... you feel better... better than I imagined," he pants out in his deep, dark voice. "Better than any of those women I tried to fill the void of wanting you with."

He's so sincere, and I can feel his dick throbbing wildly as he takes me.

His pace is quickening, and I can hear the bed groan and creak beneath us as he fucks me harder, faster. The loud sound of his balls slapping against my ass resounding throughout the room.

I arch my back, and there's no turning back. There's no denying my body its pleasure as it washes over me. It's softer at first, but then it starts to build at a pace I'd never experienced before. Every thrust takes me higher and higher until a scream comes from my lips and I clutch onto him for dear life.

My fingers and nails sink into his hard, muscled flesh, but he doesn't mind.

He couldn't.

He pummels me with his dick as he too goes spiraling out of control. His cock swelling, so stiff and hard, as his balls tighten and he's fighting his urge to come.

It's a losing battle though, as I clench around him in my moment of intense pleasure.

I'm flailing, writhing, and he's the only thing keeping me in place. Grounding me through the point of our loins where our bodies are firmly marked as one.

"I'm cumming, Princess," he roars out like some giant beast, and I can feel it.

I can actually feel his thick, massive cock reaching its potential.

His muscles bulge and as I'm lost to a sea of pleasure, he joins me.

"Take it, baby," he growls before all words are lost and he's just shooting his thick, creamy load deep inside of me. Spurt after spurt of that rich, creamy come filling my every crevice.

I cry out, his words teasing me to a new high as I grind into him, gasping and sputtering and losing my mind.

And then we're left panting in one another's arms, holding on to one another as we're spent and exhausted, his cock still pulsing within me.

I lay still, afraid if I move, I might break the moment. That any breath I take might make this spell disappear and we'd be brought back to reality.

Kaiden's not so sheepish, though.

As weary and beaten as he is, he has it in him to reach out, pull me into his big arms as he rolls to his side. Our bodies are still interlocked in that smooth movement, and I'm pressed against his glistening torso, a thin sheen of perspiration highlighting the contours of his bulging muscles.

Though words he has few to spare, he merely cradles me in his strong grasp, strokes my hair and kisses my forehead.

For how lewd and raunchy it was to fuck my own brother, he makes the aftermath sweet. Caring.

I curl into him, grateful for the quiet. For him leaving me to my own thoughts. It's not that I don't want to understand what just happened, what it meant for us, for our future.

It's just that for now, I need the opportunity to bask in feeling good for a few minutes.

My eyes close part way and I can feel his heart still racing in his chest. He's so warm, his body pressed into mine, and I've never felt so at peace.

Chapter 15.

Morning comes too soon. I unravel myself from Kaiden's body, my skin clammy and chilly at the same time. My clothes are still in a pile on the floor, and for a moment, I feel sick. I look over at his bruised and battered form, listen to his raspy breathing and remember what we've done.

It's wrong.

I push myself out of bed, grabbing at my clothes and throwing on the torn and dirty garments. Sunlight filters into the room through the cheap curtains, illuminating my Kaiden's body in this almost ethereal light, his gorgeous form practically glowing. I find myself staring again, my stomach churning in disgust and fear.

What have I done?

I gave in to the one thing I know I shouldn't have, and I swallow hard before moving to the washroom. My stomach churns and a wave of nausea washes over me. I hug the toilet, heaving into it, but nothing comes out. My hands tremble against the cold porcelain, the dirty floor biting into my knees.

Slowly the sensation passes, and the rest of the night begins filtering back to my consciousness.

I just made love to the one person in the world I should've resisted, after almost being killed by a gang, and now we're on the run. How could my life get any more messed up?

I shiver as I look into the mirror, seeing my messy, blonde hair, my dirty clothes.

That little bit of excitement lurking between my eyes. Despite it all, despite everything that had happened, losing my virginity to Kaiden was the best part of my life. It was... amazing, and I can see that hidden smile, the goosebumps that run up and down my arms.

I wanted him for so long, and his body was made for me.

It's perfect.

But what now? Do we go back to pretending this never happened? Or just run off with the money, find somewhere safe and comfortable and just be together?

I want it so badly to be the last one, despite how much that scares me.

"Abby?" His voice is hoarse and he sounds even more hurt than he did last night, so I hurriedly splash some water on my face before returning to the bedroom, giving him a weak, nervous smile.

What's he going to say?

Is he going to freak out? Panic? Regret everything like I'd been fearing we would?

But his expression warms as he sees me and he relaxes back into the bed, his hard bicep bulging beneath his arm.

"Hey, Princess," he says and the words roll off his tongue so seductively.

I want to go over there and curl up against his nude body.

There's only the cheap, flimsy blanket covering him, and even through that I can see the regular throbbing of his cock. His eyes work up over my body, over my bare thighs, my half-exposed breasts, and I've never felt so desperate for more.

I go over to him, reaching down and touching his forehead.

"Do you need more water?" I ask, but I can't tear my gaze away from his bare chest.

It wasn't that I'd never seen it before, he was always strutting around shirtless. It's just that now I know how it feels pressed against me, the sensation of his warm weight down upon me.

His hand goes to my waist, drawing me in, and I topple down against his body, and he pins me there in one hand as he grinds his erection against my thigh.

"I need something else," he husks, and despite his bruises now turning an ugly purple, he has strength to spare for me. He reaches beneath my skirt with his free hand as his mouth goes to my neck, and suddenly I'm putty in his hands. There's no stopping him as he strips me of my panties, the scent of last night still hanging in the air.

Next he pulls away the blankets, revealing that gorgeous cock of his once more, standing tall and thick, throbbing with need as he tugs me atop him.

I straddle his waist, my mind in a daze as he guides my motions. And when he presses that flared tip to my sex, I tremble with desire and need.

"I want to see you," he says, though part of me wonders if he's just in too much pain.

Either way, though, I look down at him with the filtered daylight spilling over his body and feel so naked and exposed despite still wearing my skirt, bra and tank top. He's watching me, licking his lips as his hips grind subtly.

He doesn't push in, not yet, just teasing my wet seam as we stare at each other.

I wonder what he's thinking, and when I let myself drop along his cock, feeling him spread me so wide, I watch his face. Hesitation gives way to bliss, his eyes fluttering closed as his hips rise to meet mine, pushing himself in deep until he's lodged all the way into my pussy.

We don't even have the excuse of adrenaline, of the nighttime and the strange daze that comes with it. Here we are, fucking in the mid-morning, so wantonly.

And it feels good.

I hurriedly strip out of my top and bra, my light pink nipples already so stiff and hard, and instinctually he reaches out to grab one between his fingers, tugging it. I arch my back in pleasure and he groans in kind, our bodies grinding against one another.

He's so damn hard, and so big, and feels so good. I flutter my eyes shut, no longer able to take the fact that he can see my body so clearly that he's watching as I ride him. Instead I just focus on the feel of his body against mine, his fingers and his cock teasing me.

"You're mine, Princess," he growls as he brings his other hand to my clit, rubbing it gently. "And I want you to know you're mine for all time."

I shiver, my pussy already so wet, my entire body calling out for him as I begin to ride his cock, up and down, his hands never leaving mine.

He's able to get so much deeper into me now, and I have to back off a few times as he bucks in, taking me deep into places I've never been before.

Both of his hands move from their positions and he brings them to my slender hips, feeling over my miniskirt which is little more than a belt now.