For My Stepbrother Billionaire: A Steamy BBW Stepbrother Romance (Billionaire Stepbrother Book 2) (7 page)

I backed up on the bed a little. Put a little more distance between us. I had no doubt that if Jake let go, she would attack me. Try to kill me.

“Calm the fuck down,” Jake yelled into her ear.

She was oblivious. An enraged animal. She shook with uncontrolled spit and screams.

Jake threw her roughly back onto the divan.
 

“Sit,” he yelled.

She jumped up and leaped toward the bed. I scrambled back.

Jake caught her midair and threw her back.

Annika glared at him and then collapsed.

It was time to stake my claim. Time for Annika to know the truth about Jake and I.

“I seduced Jake last night. On top of the Eiffel Tower.”

Annika’s eyes narrowed and a quiet calm stole across her face. She turned to Jake.

“I should tell you,” she said, “that I’m pregnant.”

“What,” Jake said. He staggered back.

“Yes,” she said and smiled like a viper. “I’m two months pregnant.”

“Why didn’t you tell me,” Jake said.

“Why would I,” she said.

“Maybe because it’s my baby,” he said. “Maybe because I have a fucking right to know.”

“That might be true if it were yours,” she said with a snarl.

Jake almost crumbled.

“Charles,” Jake said.

“Yes,” she said.

“How could you,” Jake said.

“I could and I did,” she said and rubbed her belly. “Charles is going be such a wonderful daddy. Not like you. You cheating, fucking pedophile.”

Jake approached her with his fist raised. His body shook, on the edge of unspeakable violence. Annika was cruel. Cruel beyond belief. But I didn’t want her to get hurt. Not like she’d hurt me.

I jumped over and wrapped my arms around Jake. My breasts smushed against his back, against the smooth white dress shirt.

“It’s okay, Jake,” I said. “Don’t hurt her. We don’t need her. I will give you everything. All your dreams for a family.”

His fist slowly lowered and his shaking subsided.

I undid a button and slipped a hand inside his shirt. Rubbed his hard chest and the etched valleys in his stomach.

“Forget about her, Jake,” I said. “Please, look at me.”

He choked out a breath and calmed, a little. He turned and I stood on my tippy toes and kissed his lips. Soft and insistent. I dared to slip my tongue into his mouth. He immediately accepted and our tongues wove together like snakes in a mating dance.

His hands found my breasts and he kneaded and gently squeezed my tender flesh. He rolled and pinched my tightening buds. A familiar rush of heat and dampness blossomed between my legs.
 

He was so hot.

His tongue dipped into my mouth again. His firm lips devoured me. Numbed my lips and brain. His hand traced down my ribs, my stomach, straight down. He slipped it down into my panties and his strong finger slooshed into me.

I moaned as hot tingles danced across my mound.

“Are you fucking kidding me,” Annika said and rose behind Jake.

I’d completely forgotten about her.

“Get your goddamn hands off her,” she said.

Just as Jake turned—

SMACK.

She cracked him on the cheek. Her nails left ragged, red trails.

His head didn’t move an inch. His voice dropped low, deadly.

“Never touch me again, Annika,” he said.

The deadly serious in his voice sent her staggering back. She tripped backward and collapsed in a huff.

“I love Julia,” he said, “in a way I will never love you.”

Did he just say that? Oh my god, that sounded so amazing. The wetness between my legs ramped up a notch.

Annika grimaced but noticeably didn’t get back up.

Jake wanted me! My body. My soul. My heart.

My pussy.
 

It was so wrong. And it was so right.

Jake turned back and I dropped to my knees. God, he was powerful. So strong and in control. I just wanted to obey him. To please him however he needed it. I would show her what it meant to please him.

I ran my hands up across his stomach. The muscles contracted under the tight skin. The bones of his pelvis jutted out in the most drop-dead sexy way. I traced my tongue across the ridge and unzipped his pants. Helped him out of his boxer briefs. His big cock hung before me, still partially soft. I loved seeing it grow and get harder. I loved knowing I could do that for him.

I wrapped a hand around the base of his shaft and lifted him to my lips. I kissed his soft, spongy head, felt the pulse in his shaft. I tickled his balls with my other hand. Felt the thick, fullness of them.

My pussy clenched, knowing what was inside them. What would soon be inside me.

I ran my tongue around his head, then down the length of his shaft. My tongue glided under the ridged dome, back up and over the top. Down the shaft and over the thick vein and down to his balls. I sucked one in and bobbled it in my mouth.

Jake groaned. “Oh yes,” he said.

The silky glove deep inside me clenched. I was his and he wanted me so much.

I slowly stroked him up and down as his cock got harder. I ran my tongue back up his shaft and stretched my lips around him. I still wasn’t used to it. My lips wrapped tightly around the flared head. He pulled my hair up and held it gently. Like the unneeded reins of a cooperative pony.

“Come on, honey,” he said, “You do it so good.”

I knew how to suck him the right way.

I lowered my mouth a little more. The bigger head slipped past my lips and the strain eased a little around his shaft.

Jake’s cock felt so big in my mouth already, but I knew he wanted more. I knew he liked to bury it down in my throat. He wanted to feel the tightness there. It made me so hot to please him.

I lowered further as one hand massaged his balls. Lower. Lower still until I felt him bump the back of my throat. I was ready for it. I didn’t gag. I slowly pulled him out, my cheeks concave from the vacuum seal of my sucking.

I took a deep breath and then impaled my mouth on him. His stiff cock bumped the back of my throat. I angled my jaws a little and felt him slip further in.

Into my throat.

The instant and overwhelming urge to gag burned in me. But I forced it back and kept my throat relaxed. Even relaxed, it was stretched tight around Jake’s size. His head and shaft blocked off the passage completely. I slipped lower still on his shaft, until my chin bumped against his cupped balls. He was so deep, it felt like he was halfway to my stomach.

Jake tugged my hair and pumped there at the edge, bumping his flat belly against my temple.

I took it for as long as I could, but the gagging overwhelmed me. I choked and coughed and Jake pulled out of my mouth. Thick tendrils of spit hung from my lips to his cock.
 

It was so hot. So fucking sexy. My pussy dripped down my thighs. My little lips swelled with blood and desire.

I took Jake’s manhood in and out of my mouth. My eyes held upward, connected to his.

“Fuck,” he said. “So good.”

He pumped into my mouth for another minute. My spit glistened on his stiff shaft. He was ready to take me. To give me his hot, sticky seed. He pulled my mouth off and held my chin up.

“What do you need, Jules” he said.

I knew exactly what I needed. My pussy begged for it.

“I need your big cock,” I said.

He smiled.
 

“Where,” he said. “Where do you need it?”

“In my pussy,” I said. Saying it out loud caused a flood down there. My panties were a wet mess. “I need you to fuck my pussy. Fuck it so good and hard.”

His cock throbbed in my hand. Practically leaped back into my throat.

“Tell me, Jules,” he said, “Why do you need me to fuck you?”

“You know, Jake,” I said.

“Tell me,” he said.

“Because I need your cum inside me,” I said. “I need your hot cum to make a baby inside me.”

That sent him over the edge. He lifted me with ease and carried me back to the bed. He gently laid me down. The cotton fabric between my legs was soaked and clinging to my puffy lips. He spread my legs wide and knelt in front of me.

“Now,” he said, “I’m going to make you come.”

My body already vibrated with pleasure.

That wasn’t going to be difficult.

Jake’s mouth dropped between my legs. His tongue licked up and down outside my soaked cotton panties. At the top of every stroke, he lingered and rolled my clit back and forth.

Surges of unhinged ecstasy rolled through me. My insides clenched again and again. I shoved my mound into his mouth. I ran my fingers through his gorgeous blacker-than-night hair. My body arched and shuddered as his tongue pushed the cloth into me. Parted my engorged lips and explored deeper.
 

I shuddered and moaned.

“Yes, Jake,” I said. “ Kiss my pussy. Make me cum so good.”

His hand pushed my panties aside and he sunk a finger deep inside me. He curled it up and massaged the wall inside my belly.

Towering waves of pleasure crashed through me.
 

He sucked my clit into his mouth. Held it there as his tongue flicked back and forth.

Oh god. Oh god.
 

The two together was too much. Was ten million times too much.
 

My legs clamped together around his head. My stomach muscles clenched like a million volts coursed through them. My silky glove clamped down. I shuddered. Forever and for an instant.

And I came.

I came so hard my teeth chattered. Cum flooded out of me, into Jake’s mouth, down his chin. It streamed down and soaked my puckered little ass.

Jake gently kissed and sucked me as the spasms faded. He pulled my legs together and tugged my panties off. He opened me wide again. I was a posable, exhausted fuck doll. I needed to do whatever he wanted.

But I didn’t expect what happened next.

He shoved my panties inside me. All the way until just a loop of yellow cloth showed.

“Good girl,” he said, “Soak those panties with your cum.”

God he was so sexy.

He pulled them out of me. They barely resembled panties anymore. They were just a clumped ball of wet cum and cloth.

He walked over to the divan and looked at Annika.

She glared up at him and a stream of obscenities flew out of her mouth.

He didn’t say anything. He just shoved the sopping wet panties into her mouth. Her head jerked as the shock hit her. The shock of my taste. The shock of the situation. Everything.

“Shut up, Annika,” he said.

Jake climbed up above me. His knees parted my legs wider. My weak limbs moved like they were under water.

He lowered himself until his cock brushed my entrance. The contact sent a delicious shiver down to my toes. Jake’s eyes held mine. Love and lust in equal measures poured into me.

“Jules, I’m going to fill you up,” he said. “Give you my seed.”

My body jerked from the thrill. Everything I had ever wanted was coming true.

I smiled up at him and rotated my pelvis up, parting my lips and drawing his head into me. The sting wasn’t as intense as the first few times, but there was no ignoring it was still there.

I took a deep breath and grabbed his waist. I pulled him down to me with one slow, strong motion. His thick shaft slid across the walls inside me. I felt his texture on mine. The burn sank deeper.
 

It was glorious. A perfect pain.

He slid all the way in. Opened me wider than seemed possible. I was totally open, accepting, and ready to receive his essence. His cock bumped the back wall inside me as if it wanted to go further and penetrate my uterus.

It was uncomfortable at first. But slowly the sensation morphed into a long, steady blissful rhythm.
 

Jake moved faster. Filling me up and emptying me out. The intense bursts of his thrusts lifted me higher and higher. Faster and higher until I was in outer space. The world and everything happening there were small and far away.

Harder. Harder.

His thrusts thundered into me. Again and again. Insanity seemed like an option as my emotions soared and dove in endless waves.

Jake dropped to his elbows and his body pressed down on me. His hot breath rushed across my neck and made the little hairs stand on end. He buried his face in my hair on the pillow. His entire body crushed into me.

My legs wrapped around his waist and drew him deeper with each thrust.

The rhythm tilted the world off axis. Made the walls fall away. Jake’s body shuddered. Shuddered. And then he arched and drove deep inside me. He went rigid. He pinned his weight on me with the heft of his cock.

My legs locked around his narrow waist. My pelvis angled back and drove upwards. My arms wrapped around his broad back and drew him closer. His cock filled me. My silky glove felt him pulse. He pulsed harder.
 

A hot jet of cum splashed my womb. He pulsed again. Another gusher drown inside me. My pussy clenched over and over as I came with a shudder and a spasm. I milked him. His hot seed spilled out of me, slid down my ass.

His cock squished as he rose and plunged inside again.

My body radiated loving acceptance. Of embrace to the billions of potentialities that swam around inside me. My brain was a fuzzy warmth.

Jake pulled out of me. His cock popped as the head slipped past my tight lips. He took my ankles and raised them back over my head.

“Hold your legs up like this, Jules,” he said. “That will make sure my seed finds your egg.”

I held my ankles up behind my head. My pussy an exposed, wet mound tingling in the cooler air.

Jake walked over and stood in front of Annika. His cock swayed, glistened with our mixed cum.

“Why are you still here,” he said.

She started to say something but it came out garbled.

Jake pulled the clumpy wet fabric from her mouth. He smelled them and smiled.

“Annika,” he said, “leave. And never come back.”

She stood and marched stiffly toward the door. She stumbled like a back alley drunk and then slammed the door hard enough to rattle the window panes.