Infatuation:A Rebel Stepbrother Romance(33)

By: Phoenyx Slaughter

Logan comes into my line of sight and my skin heats up with shame. My breasts are partially out, my skirt up around my waist, thighs spread wide, and Dante’s fingers are still stroking me.

This is embarrassing.

But not surprising.

I’d known exactly what I was doing when I hopped on the back of Dante’s bike this afternoon after school. I “accidentally” bumped into the big, frightening biker outside the liquor store. I couldn’t have planned it better.

Except, I’m not getting the satisfaction I expected from the experience.

“Take her mouth. I’m busy down here.” Then Dante disappears between my thighs again. I can’t help moaning and arching my back up.

Logan stands over me. “Fuck, you even legal, yet?” he mutters.

“Never stopped you before,” I whisper.

“Jesus.” He rubs his hand over his face, and glances at Dante. He doesn’t seem to be able to make up his mind.

Finally, he unbuckles his belt and pulls his cock out. He strokes himself from root to tip, then traces his fat cockhead over my lips. “Open.”

Below, Dante takes my clit, sucking it into his mouth and I gasp. Logan uses the opportunity to shove his cock in my mouth.

I reach over and grab him, sucking him down harder.

“Fuck, girl.”

Dante stands, tugging me down the table, before plunging into me with his thick cock. I scream around Logan.

“Watch your teeth, Karina,” he warns.

Dante has a firm grip on my hips as he pumps into me with ruthless strokes. “You gonna come for us, lil’ girl?”

I whine and nod my head.

“Get him off first. Let me see what a good little cumguzzler you are.”

I can do that. I remember very well what Logan likes. I focus my attention on him, even as pleasure blooms through my body. His taste is familiar and brings a rush of memories—some sweet, some horrible. In no time, he’s giving up his thick, salty cum and I swallow it down in great, greedy gulps. He rubs his thumb over my cheek as he pulls out, tucking his cock away. The look on his face is unreadable.

“Hot, fucking, lil’ bitch, ain’t you?” Dante grunts as he pounds into me. One hand slips from my hip, so his thumb can rub my clit. With Logan taken care of, I’m free to close my eyes and let Dante overwhelm my senses. He continues rubbing my clit in precise circles, while slamming into me.

“Good. Fucking. Girl. Tight as hell.” His fingers are digging into my hips, but I like the way he makes me feel. I gasp and twitch as he keeps working me over. “That’s right, come for me. Come on my cock, you hot little bitch.”

I’m floating as I shatter and fall back down to Earth.

Later we’re in Dante’s bedroom. In his bed. My dress hit the floor the minute we stepped inside.

“Decided I don’t want to share you with anyone else while you’re here, babe.”

I like the sound of that. How many times had I wished Logan felt that way?

“You need to be anywhere?” he asks.

“No. My dad’s out of town, so I’m good as long as I get to school on time.”

He draws back with a quizzical expression. “School?”

Heat floods my cheeks. “Yeah.”

“How old are you, babe?”

“Eighteen. I just turned eighteen last month.”

“Oh, well thank fuck for that. Ain’t I a dirty old man?” He laughs hard and I like the raspy, rumble that pours out of him a lot. Then he gives me a simmering look. “No wonder that fuckin’ pussy of yours is so nice and tight.”

I squirm under his coarse language, but he seems to like my discomfort. “Don’t be shy, babe.” His hand massages over my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers. “These fat, pink nipples of yours are fuckin’ perfect, babe. Everything about you is perfect.”