Billion Dollar Stranger - Stephanie Brother Page 0,45

he'll be inside me. One thrust and I'll probably come, I'm that strung out on the slow deliberateness of his movements and the way he's mastered my body.

"Stay still, and I'll push inside you." I do as he says, holding my breath, squeezing my already closed eyelids.

Waiting.

Waiting.

Aaron's hand slips under my hips, tugging upward, and then he pushes just a little. It's only enough for the tip of his big, hot cock to enter me before he pulls out again, but the stretching at the entrance of my pussy feels amazing. I'm so wet that there's no resistance as he continues to push in and pull out, slipping in my arousal, but never deeper than that first penetration. The temptation to push back against him is great, but I hold still, knowing he's waiting for me to break. His finger slips over my clit, through my labia and up again, all maddeningly slow.

Stroke, thrust, slip, thrust, circle, thrust, all punctuated by his slow breathing against the back of my neck.

"Good girl," he says, pushing in a little bit further. "You're learning, aren't you, Nicole? Learning how to get what you want from me. Fuck, your pussy's so hot and tight."

The next thrust is deep, and my teeth clank in my mouth, but instead of it being the start of things, it's the end. Aaron pulls all the way out and pushes up on his arms, allowing me enough room to take a few deep breaths before he drags me up onto my hands and knees. He's behind me, still, looking at my spread pussy. His hands grasp my ass, pressing tightly into the flesh. "Do you have a vibrator, Nicole?"

I do, hidden in the back of my underwear drawer under my time-of-the-month pants, still in its box. It was a spur-of-the-moment purchase just before discovering Jonathan's indiscretions, and I haven't been feeling much like pleasuring myself, until Aaron. The prospect of him using it on me is arousing, but like much of the sex we've had, it has an edge of fear that sharpens it.

"What are you going to do?" I ask quietly, hanging my head low, so the curtain of my hair conceals my face.

"I'm going to make you come, baby. So hard. Don't you want that?"

I nod. I'm practically manic from wanting it.

"Tell me where it is."

"Top drawer. At the back on the left."

"Stay here," he says, as the bed rises and his footsteps thump against the floor.

I don't move, not even a little, as I hear him slide the drawer open and rummage around. "Nice panty collection," he says, with a smile in his voice, which quickly changes. "Nicole, this vibrator is still in its box!"

I heard him tear the packaging. More footsteps tell me he's coming around the side of the bed. "Lick it, Nicole," he whispers. "Make it nice and wet."

The vibrator is thrust toward my face, and I take it into my mouth, tasting the rubber but doing as he asks. "That's it. I want it to slip in nice and easy." Removing it from my mouth, his footsteps retreat. The cool implement touches my opening, pressing just slightly as he runs a hand over my ass as though he's calming a skittish animal. "Remember, stay still, and I'll give you what you want."

He pushes it in further, the coolness of it biting against my heated flesh. It feels totally alien, too hard, and too big, but the thought of Aaron wielding it and watching it penetrate me is almost enough to push me over the edge. Twisting it slightly, he pushes it all the way in. "Hold it in yourself," he orders, and I do as he asks, sliding one hand between my legs to find the end of it, grazing his fingers as he lets go. "Pump it," he growls. "Let me see you fuck yourself with it." My face flushes with embarrassment and arousal as I do as he asks, imagining what it must look like from where he's sitting.

Explicit.

Raw.

Too much.

"That's it. That looks good." His voice is rough, interrupted by quickened breaths that tell me how turned on he is.

I risk looking to the side through my hair as the single arm I'm resting on starts to shake with exertion. He's sitting on his heels, fisting his cock at the sight of me, rough pulls that seem like they should hurt. Those eyes of his, green pools of fierceness, are on the action but move to mine as if he