Stepbrothers' Darling

by K.A. Knight

That cocky, beautiful smile stretches across her lips as her eyes sparkle. She’s so fucking beautiful, so perfect, it steals my breath, even as she reaches for my hand without thought. “Everything okay?” Raising her hand, I kiss her knuckles. “It’s perfect,” I murmur, and she smiles wider.

I grunt into my mask as her hands stroke across my abs and then lower, cupping my hard cock. I almost crash before I swerve. I can’t do much, so I gun it, knowing if I don’t get inside her soon, we’ll end up fucking on my bike in the middle of the fucking city.

“Two can play your game, baby girl,” I taunt, so she turns to Bray and flutters her lashes at him. He instantly rushes to her side, besotted by her, and I snort as I turn away, hearing her whisper dirty nothings into his willing ear. So much for the player in him. She has him wrapped around her little finger—me too, though I wouldn’t admit it. I reach out and lift her up the steps so she doesn’t stumble, my hands lingering on her curvy hips before I force myself away. Once inside the door, I can’t help but grin at all the scantily clad women walking around holding glasses of champagne and wine while rich bastards chase after them like dogs in heat. I turn, expecting to find Blair jealous, but instead she licks her lips as she watches a redhead go past. “Damn, that’s a fine ass.” “Marry me, seriously,” Bray says.

“Fuck,” Bray groans. Asher sighs. “She even pulls more women than Bray. I thought it was just the men we had to be careful of.” “Men or women, I’ll kill them if they touch her.” I shrug.

“Greedy fucking girl,” I mumble as I press the leaking tip to her lips and paint the fluid across them. Releasing my cock as she sucks the tip into her mouth, I wind my hand through her blonde hair, fisting it and forcing her to take all of me. “That’s it, baby girl, suck on that cock, show me exactly why I’m obsessed with you. Show me what they all wish they could have.”

Moaning, she does as she’s told, hollowing her cheeks and sucking my cock back into her mouth. Her eyes water slightly as I slam deeper and pull her back, fucking her mouth and taking control. I know she lets me, otherwise I wouldn’t get away with it. But her submission? Fucking hell. I lose control, knowing this magnificent creature is on her knees trusting me as I do whatever I want to her. She’s finally letting me past that last wall she has, and what I find on the other side? Perfection, flaws and all. I slam all the way down her throat, and she gags like a good girl. Seeing her choke on my cock has me panting.

“Hell yes, I thought you’d never ask.” She smirks and hops up onto the sink, parting her legs and dragging her hands up her thighs to her pussy. She starts to play with herself as I watch. “Just going to observe?” she teases, leaning back and parting her legs wider until I see her wet, bare, glistening cunt. “Where’s your underwear?” I demand on a groan. “Didn’t wear any.” She winks. “I was wondering how long it would take for one of you to bend me over and find out.” “Fuck,”

All mine. “Keep talking like, and you just might have me falling for you, baby girl,” I rasp, the words coming out before I can stop them.

I have no doubt everyone can hear us, even over the music, and as I surge above her, pulling my dripping fingers from her cunt, I can’t help but smile in satisfaction. Let them hear my girl’s cries for more, for my cock. Hell, let them watch if it will make them all understand that she’s mine. She slumps back, her eyes closed and mouth slack in pleasure, and I’ve never seen something so beautiful in all my life. Seeing my marks on her, the proof of her desire for me... fuck. Without wrapping my cock, I grab her thighs, toss them over my shoulders, and slam into her drenched cunt in one smooth move.

“Cy,” she breathes, knowing what that does to me. “Fuck, your cock feels so good, so big,” she murmurs as she rolls up to nip my lower lip. “Please, stepbrother,” she purrs, and it breaks that last shred of control I have. With a roar, I fuck her harder, slamming into her with wild abandon. She just laughs through it, her perfect body accepting it and begging for more.

“I feel it, baby girl. I’ve got your cum on my fingers and cock and you in my arms,” I murmur as I step back into the party. “Why the fuck wouldn’t I be smug?” When I reach the others, Bray laughs and Asher just shakes his head, opening his arms, so I deposit her on his lap where she curls up as he passes her a drink.

Ash as he grins down at her like she’s the fucking sun to his moon, even with my cum inside her. We really are a fucked up family, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Go, be safe. I can’t do what I need to if I don’t know you’re okay, baby girl. This isn’t me doubting your strength or conviction, this is me needing to protect my family. To protect what’s mine and make them pay for even daring to be in your fucking presence.” “Cyrus,” I whisper, but his grip tightens on my chin. “You’re ours, baby girl, and anyone who tries to touch what’s ours dies a painful death. Don’t ask me not to go after them. I won’t lie to you, not ever. I told you that. This is who I am—a killer, someone willing to do anything to protect their family. I’m not a good man, but I’m yours. We all are.”

Asher wakes, lifting his head groggily and smiling, reaching out to cup my cheek so softly, I realise I don’t want to. I want to be consumed by them, even if it hurts, even if it kills me. I want this. “Good morning, my love,”

Asher is setting up an easel, while Bray lounges on the sofa, and they both turn and groan. “Great, now when I wear that shirt, I’m going to be hard,” Asher comments.

“Well, I’m not breaking down now,” I purr, and Bray swallows. “Cyrus,” he whines. “She’s trying to fuck me, and I’m trying to be good like you said.” “Both of you behave.”

“Thank you for protecting me.” “Always, baby girl,” he murmurs before standing with a smile. “But you still don’t get to come, that’s your punishment.”

“I’ve had your perfect ass pressing against my hard cock for hours,” he growls as he kicks open his bedroom door and slams it shut behind us before tossing me onto the bed. I bounce before sitting up, my eyebrow arched.

“Baby girl, that’s what towels are for.” He smirks, standing above me. “You think a little blood is going to stop me from fucking my girl?”

“Nothing could ever stop me, baby girl, okay? It’s a natural thing. It’s just your body, it’s who you are. There is nothing shameful or gross about a little blood. In fact, sometimes it’s a fucking turn-on, especially with you. Now lie back and let me feast on my cunt.” “Your cunt?” I smirk, yanking off my shirt and leaning back on my elbows. I’m unashamedly turned on by his promises. “You have our last name, baby girl,” he croons as he leans down and licks along my ear.

The first picture is from the party the other night. I’m laughing as I lean into Bray. The next is of me dancing with Asher, his hands cupping my ass and his lips pressed to my ear with a dangerous smile. My own is wide, so free and happy. The last is what makes my stomach flip though. It’s of Cyrus and me, and his head is between my thighs. Luckily it blocks the view of my pussy, but my head is thrown back in ecstasy. It’s a fucking private moment, a sexy as sin memory that now makes me want to throw up.

Asher instantly turns off the game, but when he sees my face, he frowns. He rushes to his feet and drops before me, cupping my hands on the phone. “Babe, what’s wrong?”

She jumps into my arms and kisses me. “Missed me, baby girl?” I murmur, cupping her ass to hoist her higher as her legs wrap around my waist. Her hands grip my cheeks as she checks me over, looking for injuries. “I’m okay, we all are,” I promise.

He looks at me in surprise, and I shrug, feeling embarrassed. “I grabbed one a few days ago to keep in my bag.” When he continues to stare, I sigh. “I thought you might forget one day, so I keep one in case,” I confess. His smile starts out slow before it grows into a wide grin. It makes me shuffle in my seat and my cheeks heat. “It’s no big deal,” I grumble as he leans in, tilting my chin up so I’m looking at him again, and then he kisses me. “It’s a big deal. No one has cared enough to do that before,” he whispers.

“So you never forget that you aren’t alone anymore.” “Thank you,” I whisper, and he leans in and presses a kiss to my lips again. “Anything for you, my love,” he mumbles against my lips.

I can’t help it; I do as I’m told. I press in slowly, and her muscles relax before they let my length in. Deeper and deeper, I feed each inch into her ass before I have to pull out and thrust back in shallowly, until I’m finally in. Her eyes close, her head falls forward, and her ass pushes back to make me move, but I hold her still. Drool almost escapes my mouth as I squeeze her plump ass cheeks, watching my long cock splitting them. Claiming her.

I stay behind Cyrus like he told me, going the same speed as we wind through the streets and city. At stoplights, I dance for him, but he just rolls his eyes until he eventually joins in, shaking his ass on his bike and making me laugh. The sound is free and happy, and I see his lips twist up at that.

Bending my knee, I pose for him with a goofy smile. “Oh yeah?” He pulls his phone out and takes a picture, making me laugh. “Okay, stop.” I wave him away, but he steps closer, still taking a picture, and then leans in and kisses me, distracting me, and when he pulls away, he puts his phone back. “Made you laugh,” he murmurs, stroking my cheek, still pressed against me.

“You are so fucking sexy, baby girl. These mouthwatering breasts, your big fucking ass, and tight little cunt—fuck, you’re enough to make a man want to be good.” “I don’t want good.” I smirk, grabbing his hair and shaking his head back. “I want you balls deep inside me, here, where anyone could see.” “Baby girl,” he groans, closing his eyes and clenching his hands as he tries to rein in his control. Fuck that. Reaching down, I stroke his cock through his jeans. “Fuck me, Cy, make me come.” “You’re mine,” he snaps, his eyes fluttering open and locking on me as he pushes me back. “Prove it,” I taunt.

bike roars to life beneath me. I snap my eyes open. “Cy?” I pant as he continues to fuck me. “I’ve always wanted to try this,” he murmurs, licking where he bit. “So be a good girl for once and shut the fuck up and let me fuck you.”

switching off the shower. I blink my eyes open and turn to him, my lips turned down. “What the hell?” I ask. “Baby, the water’s so hot you’re burning your skin.” He gestures at my naked body, and I look down to see my skin is pink.

“I’m sure.” She smiles, beaming up at me. “I love you, if you’ll still have me.” “Say it again,” Cyrus demands, drawing her attention to him. “What? I love you.”

He swallows, his eyes misting. “Again,” he growls slowly. Leaning in, she cups his chin. “I fucking love you, you asshole.” He groans and kisses her hard. “I love you too, you stubborn brat.”

“Fuck, baby girl. You feel so good. You should see what I can.” He grunts. “Your raw pussy is squirting around Ash’s cock, and this ass?” His hand comes down in quick succession in a hard spank. The sharp sting is rubbed away by his big hand, and it turns into a low burn which only adds to all the sensations until it’s too much. “So fucking perfect,” Asher murmurs beneath me.