Give me more
1983 Words
Quinn’s POV
My body ached.
It ached for more. More of his sweet c**k. I mean who f****d that good? I’d done most of the work but it had felt incredibly good having him inside me.
Now as I laid beside him on the kitchen floor, my body craved for more.
“Are you still alive?” I asked.
He hadn’t said a word since we stopped. He just lay by my side very still.
“I’m trying to be.”
I grinned. He was going to have to try harder because I wasn’t done yet.
I had his d**k in my hand. A pulse throbbed. His d**k hardened into granite.
My eyes flashed matching the desire in his eyes. He wanted me just as much as I wanted him. Anthony watched me with barely concealed hunger.
He’s hungry for my body, I thought biting my lips.
He got up keeping his eyes on mine the whole time. He picked me up easily and dropped me on the countertop. It felt cold under my ass so I groaned softly.
Anthony pointed the tip of his d**k at my p***y. It was what I wanted. Push it in!
My eyes begged him to do it but he didn’t. He just stood there mocking me with his eyes.
Fuck!
The sight of his d**k made me gasp. It was thick!
He smirked seeing my reaction to his big c**k.
Put it in already! Just slide it innnnnn…
His smirk disappeared when I moaned out.
Why was he hesitating? f**k me already! I didn’t care that he was my stepbrother. That didn’t matter. All that mattered was his d**k getting into my p***y. Deep into my p***y. Deep enough to hit my f*****g core!
“Whoa! Fuckk!” he groaned as I my moans got louder.
Anthony’s d**k rubbed against my c******s. The subtle action sent current running through me.
My hand touched his chest and moved down along his body. His whole body felt like it was carved to perfection.
“f**k me, Anthony.” I whispered.
My whole body wanted him. It needed him. I felt like I was going to die if he didn’t f**k me.
I waited for him to enter into my wetness. His finger teased my walls. One careless finger moved up and down sliding freely along the wet entrance.
My moans came out as a choking sob. It felt too good. I couldn’t breath. f**k it was so good!
Fuck me already!
He stimulated my c******s by rolling his thumb around it. My whole body jerked against my will.
I opened my eyes intent on pulling his d**k inside me but his finger slipped in.
“Ahhh-arrgh.” I shivered reeling over.
Immediately my mind shut completely. My brain was no more.
His finger stroked my wet p***y. He kept going up and my body reacted in ways I couldn’t explain. It was like I had been taken over by an entity.
My moans tore through the entire house. The whole world was spinning in the other direction.
The pleasure I was experiencing was unreal. It was f*****g unreal. How was I going to survive?
“Anthony don’t stop please don’t.” I cried out. Hot tears strained my face.
Pleasure… This was pleasure. It was a word I’d only read about in books and erotic novels up until now.
Just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse, Anthony’s d**k slid in.
“Arrrrrgh.” I cried out loud.
My whole body was on fire. He had ignited something in me that couldn’t go out. This was the only way, the only solution to put it out.
He grunted loud as his body slammed into mine. My hands moved around the counter in search of something to grab hold and squeeze. An anchor back to reality.
There was none… I was doomed.
A lightning exploded inside my head. I could feel it just close to the edge. The sweet promise of release. The sweet pleasure only Anthony could give.
He f****d me hard. Our bodies made a continuous slapping sound as his d**k surged deeper and deeper with each thrust.
Arrrrgh… s**t! Yes, like that. f**k me!! f**k me!
My hand grabbed his hard butt. I read somewhere that there was something vaguely sexy about a man’s butt when he’s f*****g now I confirmed it.
My entire body convulsed. I jerked over and over as I orgasmed hard. His movements slowed down enough to let me catch my breath but it didn’t stop.
“Oh f**k!” I moaned out.
My moans were mixed with sobs. The sounds seemed to be turning him on. Urging him on. He was hitting harder and faster now.
Anthony eyed me. He was aware of what he was doing. The way his face twisted in pleasure; he was close.
“f**k my brains out!” I begged.
With that he slammed twice and jumped away pouring hot jizz on my body.
“Uhh.” He jerked until it was all over.
Anthony’s POV
I couldn’t tell which was worse. f*****g my stepsister or the fact I didn’t regret doing it. We had f****d twice in less than an hour; an experience I considered mind-blowing.
Quinn slept in my room, on my bed, in my arms. We woke up in the middle of the night restless only to go another round.
My whole body ached by morning. That didn’t stop me from tasting her titties. My mouth stayed on her n*****s until we showered together. It took willpower not to f**k her there plus I was sure I’d have died while doing it.
Our parents called twice and they were glad to hear we were getting along just fine. If only they knew just how well.
Quinn got a cleaner to handle the mess caused by the party and I had to pay cash. She didn’t want her mom to find out about it.
I spent the whole day trying to convince myself I could spend the day without thinking about Quinn but it only made me think about her more.
I couldn’t concentrate or focus on anything else. Working out in the gym didn’t make it easier.
She was in her room, I knew it. Doing what? She had been there for hours but somehow I was sure she wasn’t sleeping. If she wasn’t sleeping then what was she doing? Thinking about it was driving me to the edge of insanity but not as much as thinking about how good f*****g her had felt.
After a while, I reluctantly went upstairs to her room.
She seem to be waiting for me.
“What took you so long?”
“Nothing. I thought you were asleep.” I lied.
She moved aside on the bed for me. We cuddled side by side and talked about what she wanted to do with her life after college. She had so much she wanted.
I felt envious because she had it figured out unlike me. All I knew was that I wanted to be able to live every day doing what I wanted but I didn’t know what that was.
I hadn’t found it yet.
She was warm and soft. I felt at peace with the world just laying there listening to her speak.
Quinn had this easy manner that made opening up to her seem so natural. I told her how I didn’t have any futuristic plans and how I might be a f**k-up after all.
She disagreed with me. She said it was completely normal. I just hadn’t found my thing yet and when I did, I’d make it work. She said it was better than what she had because she’d have to make the hard decision of choosing what she really wanted from the list.
It made sense!
Talking to her was easy. I felt better. I told her about my mother’s death and how I blamed my father for it.
“You’re wrong.”
“Huh?” I looked puzzled.
She nodded. “You’re wrong to blame him. He talks about you all the time. He loves you a lot and I think he blames himself in a way. He’s hurting.”
“And you know that because?”
“Because,” she said. “Unlike you I take my time to look.”
“Hmmm.” I studied her body for a while.
She was an amazing flawless little thing. I’d never found anyone as attractive as she was.
“I see you.” I said lost in my thought.
“Huh? I didn’t hear that.”
“I,” my lips found her neck. “Said,” another kiss. “I,” another. “See you.”
She giggled. “Cut it out.”
My lips trailed along her neck down to the lump of her breast. She gasped sharply.
“Dripping already?” I smirked at her.
She snorted. “That’s something coming from you since I can feel your hard d**k pressing against my thigh.”
I snuggled her some more. Her giggles were a turn on in itself. I wanted her. She was right. My d**k was as hard as a steel rod.
Then an idea presented itself to me. There was something we could do together rather than f**k each other’s brains out.
“Come with me.” I said pulling her with me off the bed.
Quinn hesitated a bit but she followed me. The shorts she wore made her ass look like it wa made of bubbles.
“Where are we going?”
“You’ll see.” I replied.
We went to the studio. There was a time I had a thing for music but it had been so long. I’d almost joined a rock band but the lifestyle was too fast for me to keep up.
Music was beautiful and passionate. She seemed to be excited to try out something with me.
The mixer was more complex than I thought it would be but I was able to get a beat going.
It was a slow beat. The type you would hear on popular RnB songs with a catchy hook.
Quinn hesitated for a while but she hopped on the beat. Her voice was soft and had a sharp edge that spiced the whole thing.
It was a freestyle but I had to admit she was doing better than I expected. She was doing great.
She was talking about a feeling stronger than love. The hook she thought up on the spot was catchy and then it faded to a verse but I couldn’t go in.
I got distracted just watching her do her thing.
“Dude!” She sighed. “That was your bit.”
I smiled at her. She looked amazing. She didn’t even have a clue.
“You look amazing.” I said thinking out loud.
Quinn wasn’t expecting it and she didn’t know how to response. She opened her mouth to speak but just stared with dreamy eyes.
She left the chair she was sitting on and hopped on my body. Our kiss was passionate and long.
We kissed for a long time exploring realms we never knew existed.
Her body rocked on mine making me hard immediately. We f****d on the chair. It was slow and almost rhythmic. Our bodies glided together.
My grunts and her moans were music in itself. Her body was my paradise. I pulled deeper and deeper into her body until there was nothing left.
We rode the boat together and climaxed just as we reached the top. She collapsed on my body. Our chests heaved.
“I think I might need a blood bag.” I admitted.
She laughed.
“I think you do.”
We stayed there for a while letting the music flow through us with her body resting on mine.
- Writer
