The Best of Both Worlds
Anonymous
Publisher: Lot's Cave, Inc.
Summary
DESCRIPTION: Marie Stacey has it all—a beautiful girlfriend, a respectable job, a nice, warm home... And yet, something's missing, or, more accurately, someone. That someone is none other than her handsome brother. A bit of subtle flirting has him interested, and while a quick fling would be oh, so easy, that isn't what she really wants, which is to claim him for her own. Follow along as our little sweetheart takes him off the market. EXCERPT: I pushed my hand down his length, stretching his skin, and held him there for a long moment before easing up. His muscles uncoiled and he sank into the cushions. Again, I forced my hand down, stretching him, squeezing, tighter and tighter, only releasing the pressure when he groaned. Over and over I squeezed him, rhythmically, until the thick shaft was throbbing, the fat knob an angry reddish-purple. Soon, he was thrusting up at me. “That’s it, baby, show me how much you want me.” He shook his head, trying to get to my lips, searching out my tongue. He moaned into my mouth as I continued to stroke him. I broke the kiss and spoke against his lips. “You want to be inside of me, don’t you, big boy?” “Yes,” he hissed. I eased my grip on him, and he collapsed into the cushions, releasing a long, slow breath. Before he’d fully settled, though, I increased my grip, tighter and tighter, until again he was throbbing. The feel of him in my hand, so thick and so hard, was driving me crazy, and I couldn’t wait to have him in me again. I brought my gaze up. “I want you inside of me,” I murmured. “I want to be full of you.” He shook his head. “Gonna come, if you keep that up.” I eased my grip on him and again he uncoiled. “Fuck, Marie.” I shook my head. “No, baby. I’m your sister, not some hussy you picked up in a bar.” He met my gaze. I smiled, showing him I was still playing. My voice a low purr, I said, “You and I make love, don’t we, sweetheart?” He nodded. “That’s right, baby, we make love.” I stroked him slowly, my grip loose. “Why do we make love, baby?” “Because we love each other.” I nodded. “Because we belong together, John.” He nodded. “We belong together.” “That’s right. And where does this belong?” I asked, my gaze locked with his, my fingers tightening around him. “Inside you.” “Yes, baby, inside of me.” I ran my thumb over the tip, catching the liquid fire there. My gaze on his, I licked it off. “Mmm...” He shook his head. “Sexy.”