Stranded with My Stepbrother Chapter 119

McKenzie

As usual, our kiss turned into something deeper, and the next thing I knew, I was lying on the bed, naked (after Will carefully inspected it, of course) with my legs spread and him between them, his mouth on my core, licking and sucking and doing sinful, sinful things I couldn’t even describe. I wondered, briefly, if I should start sending thank-you cards to every woman he’d ever slept with for adding to his delicious experience.

Then I didn’t wonder anything at all. I came hard, gripping his hair, holding him against me as I flooded his face with my juices.

“Honey,” he murmured, kissing my thigh after lapping up everything. He licked his lips, staring up at me over my mound. “I’m going to put it in now.”

“I know,” I whispered.

“It’s probably going to hurt a little the first few times,” he went on. “Even though you’re not a virgin.”

“I know,” I repeated. I spread my legs wider so his muscular hips could settle between them.

Will pinched and pulled my nipples, which sent delightful zings down to my core. I was still riding the last of my high when he lined himself up and pushed inside me.

He started with just the tip. My body accepted those first three inches willingly, remembering the pleasure from the night before. Even though I was still a little sore from our activities, I was also still warmed up and fairly loose from them.

‘Fairly loose’ did not, however, prepare me for the next two inches of his long, fat dick. I drew in a sharp breath.

Will stopped and let me breathe, caressing me as though I were the most precious thing in the world to him. He played with my breasts and backed off a bit inside me before pushing in again, but no deeper than before. “You’re sure you want this?” he checked again.

“The… whole thing,” I gasped. “Now. Do it now.”

With a grunt, he took my hand and squeezed it before thrusting in hard.

My knuckles went white, I squeezed his hand so hard, and I cried out in pain.

“Oh, honeybee. I’m sorry. But I’m in,” he whispered, kissing my knuckles. “See?”

Panting, I looked down and saw his pelvis was, indeed, flush to mine. I whimpered. “Hold me for a minute?” I asked, raising my arms.

He wrapped his arms around me and rolled us so we were each lying on our side, his hand squeezing my ass tightly so he wasn’t dislodged.

I breathed through the throbbing ache, my body getting used to him. God, he was huge. No man had a right to be this huge. But, I did want to be able to take all of him. And this was the only way I was going to get used to it.

“Still hurt?” he asked sympathetically as he held me. He kissed my temple. “I hate that I hurt you.”

“Your big dick hurt me, not you,” I mumbled, pressing my body to his, my breasts rubbing against his chest. “I know you’d never hurt me on purpose. I want to be close this way. There was just no way around it, you know?”

“I know. I still feel bad,” he whispered. He kissed me and nuzzled my ear, treating me carefully while my body continued to adjust to his.

“It probably won’t mean a lot to you, but you feel so good around my cock, honeybee. So fucking tight.” He sighed in my ear.

I groaned. “The only part that means a lot to me is that we can be fully together now.”

Will nibbled the shell of my ear. “I’ll bet I can still make you feel good. Maybe not fantastic tonight, but I can make you come a little.”

“You can try,” I grumbled, but kissed his neck in silent permission for him to do whatever he wanted. He might as well enjoy himself, even if I might not. Tonight.

God bless him, he was determined to try. He rolled me onto my back and kissed me slowly, fanning my arousal with quick flicks of his tongue. His hands massaged my breasts, then one drifted down to rub my clit.

I grunted when he pulled back a little and thrust deep again. It didn’t hurt like the first time, but I was still sore. I did feel myself loosening up, though, which was a good thing.

“Okay, honeybee. I hear you,” he murmured. He did it again, but much more carefully. He kept rubbing my clit and kissing me. “Wrap your legs around my waist.”

I did, swallowing at the slightly altered angle. I hadn’t been sure my body would be ready for it. As it turned out, it felt a little better.

“Better?” he asked.

I nodded.

He kissed me, then started thrusting in earnest. His dick rubbed against my clit on one side, his thumb on the other, and while my passage was unhappy, my body still tingled from that one point of contact.

“We’ll go again after this,” he panted, working hard to make me come. I was also sure he was determined not to come before I did. “Two, maybe three times.”

I gaped at him. “Will, are you out of your m—!” Suddenly and unexpectedly, pleasure washed through my body, and I let out a cry, the end of which he captured with his mouth.

My inner muscles gripped his dick, and I felt the hot rush of his seed as he groaned against my lips. Every part of my body hummed like a tuning fork. I wanted this. I wanted him. And though I might be sore, I wanted it again. Just like he said. Two, maybe three times.

For some reason, tears formed in my eyes and dripped onto his shoulder as I held him tightly to me. We’d done something… truly… beautiful. I could feel it in my soul.

Will pulled my head back gently by my hair and kissed my tears. “Honeybee, did it hurt that much? I’m sorry. We don’t have to—”

I gripped his hair much more roughly than he was holding mine. “Will Masterson, fuck me again,” I ordered him, tears still leaking down my cheeks.

He blinked at me. “But you’re crying.”

“I’m crying because I liked it,” I mumbled, kissing him. His lips tasted salty with my tears. “I want to be together like that again.”

Will smiled softly and rubbed his thumb over my cheek. “I thought it was beautiful, too, honeybee.”

“Good,” I said, my cheeks coloring with embarrassment. I hadn’t meant to get all emotional on him, after all. “Let’s do it again.”

He kissed me then rolled us so he was on his back, and I was straddling him.

“Holy crap!” I gasped as his still-hard dick pushed deeper inside me. It hadn’t occurred to me that was even possible.

This angle was good, though, and after a wince of anticipated pain, I decided it wasn’t too bad. Sore, but not too bad.

“Ride me, honeybee,” he said throatily, taking my hands in his and threading his fingers through mine.

My ex, who Will had rightly implied was a terrible lover, had never invited me to do this before. I bit my lip and moved my hips back and forth a little.

“Your ex has a lot to answer for,” he grunted. He brought my hands down to his chest, bracing my palms right over his nipples. Then he grabbed my hips and began teaching me how to move.

Soon, I found a rhythm we both liked. A lot.

“H-Holy shit,” I gasped as I rode him right into another orgasm.

He filled me with his hot cum, shouting my name.

I collapsed on his chest, still so tight around his less-swollen dick that he didn’t pop out. He trailed his fingers over my back, his chest rising and falling as steadily as his heartbeat.

Will was steady. And he was mine.

“Honeybee,” he murmured into my hair. “I want to say things to you that it’s too early to say.”

I stroked my palm over his hard pec, dallying my fingertip over a nipple. He drew in a sharp breath. “That’s okay. There isn’t a timer on this. I get the feeling we’re going to be together for a long time.”

“Yes, I get that feeling, too. But, given the choice, I’d still choose to be here, with you,” he said. He ran his fingers slowly through my hair, combing it against my back, over and over. “You’re the only woman I’ve ever… wanted to think about a future with. Is that scary?”

“A little,” I admitted. “Not too scary, though.”

I felt him smile against the top of my head. “It’s scary to me, too. But, like you said, not too scary.”

He was starting to harden inside me, and I had to giggle. “You are insatiable, Will.”

“Good thing we can sleep in the van,” he teased. Only he really wasn’t teasing, I found out, because he rolled me underneath him and slowly started thrusting inside me.

My sore body, nevertheless, accepted his big, fat dick. He belonged there now. He’d carved out a space for himself inside me.

And, if I was honest, he’d carved out a space in my heart as well.