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  She gripped me by the back of the head, pulling my hair, and causing a sting of pain to go straight to my cock. I smiled, she was so getting her ass spanked tonight.

  “Fuck me, Talon Reed. Fuck me now.” I could feel the need in her words and see the desires swirling in her eyes. I was going to make her mine, not only that but I was going to make her beg for every single stroke.

  Holy Vaginal Clenches

  Talon’s tongue was merciless against my clit. I could feel every single suck and scrape against the sensitive muscle. My legs shook and my fingernails dug into his skin on his back. He slammed my back against the tile wall, lifting me up off the floor, and forcing my legs over his shoulders.

  “Ahhh….” I cried out. I couldn’t even comprehend how he had brought me to climax so fast. A soft sigh fell from lips, my chest filled with breath, and my toes curled into my feet. I pressed my pussy further into his face, grinding myself on him. He sucked all my juices into his mouth, two of his fingers entering me quickly. I could feel their thickness immediately.

  “More. So much fucking more.” I was begging, panting for more. Never in my life had I been this vocal during foreplay.

  “Does this pussy want, Talon?” He pulled away long enough to speak. I could feel his hot breath at my entrance, and his eyes were wild as if he had just caught his prey and was about to devour her.

  “Yes. Please…” I panted. I couldn’t help the desires or needs that overcame me. Nothing mattered more than reaching that finish line. I felt like a crazed animal, pushing harder against his hand, stretching as he inserted a third finger, my pussy clenching like vice around him.

  “Come, Mia. Give me all those delicious juices of yours. I want them. I need them.” Talon’s dirty confession pushed me off the ledge, and as I was coming he continued to pump in and out of me at a ferocious pace. I could feel myself inching up the wall then coming back down on his hand. The force building something I had never experienced before.

  “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I swore, coming again all over his hand. My muscles clenching like they never had before. A cold chill worked its way through my body. I felt lighter than I ever had. Like I was floating, and there was nothing that could bring my body back down to Earth.

  “Taste, Mia. I’m going to dirty you the fuck up. Fill that mouth of yours with your own juices.” He pulled all three fingers from my pussy, causing me to whimper. I wanted so much more from him.

  Lifting his hand to my mouth, I opened so he could insert all three fingers, my own juices falling against my tongue. The taste of honey mixed with sweat and salt overwhelmed me. I sucked staring deeply into his eyes. I could feel his cock pressing against my belly and knew that it was my turn to return the favor.

  I gripped him in my hand and he shook his head no, pulling away from me. I wanted to object, to beg, and tell him I would do whatever he wanted if only I could have a small taste of him, but I couldn’t. I was in a trance. His fingers swirling around in my mouth, forcing me to pay attention to the ecstasy that he had brought me to.

  With a loud pop, he pulled his fingers from my mouth and shut the water off. Coldness settled over me as he told me, “Out. Go lay on the bed on your hands and knees.” My belly did a somersault as I ran from the bathroom, my body still covered with water droplets.

  I crawled up onto the mattress, slowly giving him a show as I was sure he was watching. I peered over my shoulder, seeing him in all his glory as he leaned against the doorway. His blue eyes were dark like thunderclouds, and they were looking right at my parted legs.

  “It’s yours if you want it,” I spoke softly, a mischievous grin on my face.

  “Is it mine, Mia?” he questioned. I could see the danger in his eyes, and the fire between us was on the verge of sparking. Did I want to be that one match needed to blow everything up.

  Hell fucking yes I did.

  “Well find out after you fuck me.” I couldn’t help myself. If he was as good everyone made him out to be then I was sure I would come begging for more soon. I could hear the floor creak as he stepped away from the doorway and toward me every single step, forcing my body to ready itself for him.

  I fucking wanted him more than anything. Talon’s cock had me salivating while my insides churned. The need to take him into my mouth was consuming me. I reached out to grab his cock, it was only a foot away. My fingers grazed the tip, and I felt my pussy clench with need.

  “Nope. Not yet.” I heard the words just as I felt him come up behind me, pressing my upper back into the mattress, and pulling my ass higher up.

  “I’ve envisioned you this way over hundred times. I never thought it would happen, but I can tell you that I’ve got a lot of different things I want to do to this pure little ass of yours.” My body shook with need, his words were raw and dirty. Could I handle all that he was?

  “I’ve never done anal, Talon,” I cried out as a hand landed hard against my ass. I squealed without warning, my body shaking harder as he rubbed over the spot he had just inflicted pain upon.

  “Shhh, baby. If I wanted to fuck your asshole I would do it the right way, and believe me you wouldn’t even know I was in your ass.” He gripped my ass cheek in his hand harshly before releasing it to land another smack against the skin. I could hear the slap in the air and the sting as his finger slid across me.

  Still the pressure from each slap sent waves of pleasure over my body. My spine tingled, and my pussy begged for his cock.

  “I need more,” I cried out, earning me a smack on the other ass cheek. I could feel the heat from each slap radiating down my legs and up over my ass. I had never been spanked before, nor had I ever been this turned on.

  “You need what I give, what I offer.” His fingers glided down my spine idly as he gripped my hair in a tight knot.

  “Please… Please…” I panted into the air, wanting him to just take from me. I would be glad to take anything he would give me at this point.

  “Beg,” he ordered, the sternness in his voice setting my body up in flames.

  “I…” The words were lost against my tongue as the sting of another smack covered my body in a wave. My belly flipped as tension filled my muscles. I was holding my release in.

  “Beg me, Mia. Beg me to fuck that sweet pussy of yours. To claim it as my own. To dirty it up, to taint it.” He leaned into me. I could feel his cock at my entrance and his breath against my ear. “Let me make you filthy, Mia.” The growl in his voice and the need as he spoke had me coming undone. He pulled away not even a second later, his hand lifting into the air another smack raining down over me. I cried out, pleasure and pain mixing so much so that I had no idea which one controlled me.

  “Beg. For. It,” Talon spoke between gritted teeth, just on the verge of breaking. I smiled into the mattress, my body humming as lightening shot through me. My pussy clenched, and my nail dug into the sheet as I tried to push back against him. I was riding out the waves, each one hitting me that much harder. The pressure inside of my chest was about to explode.

  “Talon!” I screamed his name, my legs shaking as the words left me. I was falling, helplessly into the darkness. My body clinging to every single stroke that Talon offered me.

  I was fucked, literally. Talon fuckin’ Reed was just as good as he made himself out to be and the worst part... I wanted it again and again.

  That Fucking Ass

  Her scent filled the air a musky, sweet smell covering my body. Was it even possible for her to be anymore beautiful? I didn’t even fucking know, all I saw was that plump ass of hers cherry red, and begging to be taken.

  The way she came, the droplets of her desire for me dripping down her leg. I was rock hard and more than ready for her.

  “Take me, Talon,” she moaned into the mattress, and that was all I needed to push me in the right direction. I grabbed a condom from my wallet that I had placed on the nightstand last night, and opened it with my teeth slowly slipping it on. I caught her watching me out of the corner of my eye. I could tel
l she was mesmerized by it. That she wanted it inside of her.

  “Hang on, baby, I’m about to show you why the call me Talon fuckin’ Reed.” My words dripped with sin. I needed her right now.

  “Oh God!” she screamed as I slammed into her, my cock pushing against the back of her wall. I breached her without warning but made sure she was damn ready. Her wetness coated my cock as I pulled out and slammed back in.

  “Your pussy was made for my cock.” I gripped her hair tightly in my hand, pulling her head back with each thrust inside of her. I could feel my balls tightening. Fuck no. I wasn’t going to come yet, but damn she was so tight, and warm, and perfect holding me like a vice. She claimed my cock as soon as I slid in balls deep. The sound of our skin smacking against one another filled the room.

  Nothing else mattered to me but her pleasure. I quickly released her hair and flipped her over to face me. I wanted to see those beautiful eyes flutter close, and that mouth of her form a distinct O as I pounded in to her.

  “Talon.” Her voice was breathy, her eyes begging to meet mine. I pushed her arms up holding them above her head. I wanted to control her, possess her in ways that I hadn’t even imagined until I got inside of her. I was a lost man until she came along, and I knew now that she was my compass.

  “This. Is. Mine,” I growled each word with a thrust. She nodded her head yes, as if she understood but just couldn’t speak. My eyes glided over her body, over her tits that bounced with every push of my body into hers.

  I wanted to lick a path over her smooth creamy white skin. I gripped her hands tighter in my hold, feeling the build in my balls.

  “I’m coming…” she panted, her body warmed all over, a deep red covering her body in a flush. I watched as her eyes fluttered closed and her lips parted. Her legs vibrated as I slammed into them, my own release soon following. Warm spurts filled the condom.

  I had never in all my life experienced sex like this before. The things Mia allowed me to do without warning, without even an explanation. She was too trusting, to naïve for her own good. I had fucked her good, long and hard strokes, and I wanted to do it again and again.

  Her pussy was mine, the taste of it still lingered on my tongue. There was no fucking way I would be able to let her go now. It was as if one taste would never be enough to me. She was a craving I would never get rid of, and addiction that could kill me if I let it.

  “It’s yours,” her voice was hoarse as I pulled out of her releasing the hold I had on her wrists. I didn’t want to let her go. I didn’t want to pull away from her. I wanted to stay in bed with her all day holding her body against mine and fucking her senseless.

  “What?” I shook my head, pulling myself from my own thoughts long enough to respond to her. She leaned up on her elbows watching me as I stood up from the bed. Her hair was a mess, but a sexy as hell mess one that showed she, had clearly just been fucked by me. Good thing it was just her and I here at the house.

  “My pussy, it’s yours.” She smirked at me, and I knew that I had done right by her. I couldn’t help myself as I leaned down onto the bed and placed my lips against her soft ones. I gave her the kiss she deserved, the kiss that showed how much I had been dying before she had came along. Everyone else was merely a temporary fix before Mia came barreling into my life.

  “I know, it begged me to fuck it, so I took it to pound town.” I winked and smiled against her lips as I spoke. We stared at one another, a blanket of emotions covering each of us in a different way. I knew she was feeling things that she didn’t want to acknowledge. I think we both were.

  “You made breakfast?” she asked, standing from the bed. My eyes were still on her the curve of her ass and the ruby red splotches against her skin. I did that, and I’ll be damned if my ego didn’t soar through the roof. I fucked Mia Weston just like she needed, and I would never be able to get enough.

  “Yes, and then I heard you so I decided to pay you a little visit.” I pulled the condom off, tying it in a knot at the end and throwing it in the nearby trashcan. When I turned around all I saw was Mia standing on her tiptoes against the dresser reaching for a piece of fruit. My cock grew hard again almost instantly. She plucked a piece of watermelon off the plate and turned around sucking at one side of the fruit. Juice dribbled down her lips and onto her chin.

  I wanted to lick that fucking juice up. Even more than that I wanted to pick her up by the hips, slam her against the wall, and take her like the savage man I was.

  “I want to fuck you again,” I admitted out loud. I was a blunt man. When I wanted something I took it. Mia was mine, therefore she was mine for the taking all the time.

  “Then fuck me, Talon.” She tilted her head at me sucking the rest of the fruit into her mouth. Her fingers lifted to her mouth as her tongue darted out, licking up the juices. She was making me weak in the knees with all that mouth action. She had upped her game, and she wasn’t even scared of the things that I could do. Would do. I wanted her in a much different way than I had anyone else.

  “I want you against the wall. On the bathroom counter. In the kitchen with your pussy on top of the cold marble.” I promised those things to her, because they would one hundred percent happen. Every part of this house would be christened with our juices.

  “Then take me to all of them. Show me just how much you want this.” She crossed the space between us, even with the lingering danger in the air. She had to know I would take her feeble body and possess it. I had no boundary I wouldn’t cross. She might be my stepsister but I wanted her body, and maybe even her heart more than I wanted anything else.

  “Keep looking at me like that, and I won’t let you get any rest between the next session and now,” I growled reaching around her to grab my own piece of fruit. I had quite the imagination, and I was going to use it on every single inch of her body.

  “I don’t need a break, I just need you.” Again her words sent me off into the deep end. She was going to kill me, one single stroke at a time.

  Talon Was No Saint

  My body ached in the best and worst ways. I had never been so sore down below, nor had I ever fucked someone five times in one day. I felt like I had been beaten and battered and sitting in this chair in the library was not making it any better either.

  “Why are you shifting in your chair every five seconds,” Mallory my lab partner had asked that same question at least five times since we walked into the library. She had that smart, naïve look going on so I knew telling her I had spent the entire weekend fucking my stepbrother probably wouldn’t settle well with her.

  “I’m just uncomfortable okay?” It came out a little bitchy, but what was I supposed to do when I couldn’t explain myself.

  “Mmm. I’m sure.” She pursed her lips, her eyes going all-judgmental on me. I gripped my pen in my hand. I needed something to stop me from stabbing her in the face with it.

  “I told you what would happen if you fucked with her. I even warned you.” I heard Talon’s voice across the room, and my eyes lifted, my body calling to him. I could tell he was pissed, fuming with rage as he spoke.

  “I didn’t do anything wrong. Don’t be mad at me because she didn’t say no. If she had said no then I would’ve stopped.” Donovan’s voice rained down on my body like acid.

  “What are you doing? Were supposed to be gathering research, Mia, not checking out guys.” Mallory adjusted her glasses against the bridge of her nose. I kid you not this woman was on my last nerve.

  “I think there might be a fight going on.” I stood from the chair, relief flooding my lower body. Mallory looked at me like I was dumb, as if I had something better to be doing right now.

  “A fight?” She rolled her eyes.

  “She couldn’t say no, because you…” Talon poked him in the chest, “drugged her drink. I’m not stupid, asshole. Even I know when a woman is incapable of having sex, and I’m a huge fucking douche bag most days.” Donovan smirked at Talon, and it was then that I knew heads were going to roll. I thou
ght we were past this. Yeah I wanted to bury the asshole under six feet of dirt, but I didn’t want Talon to get himself in trouble over some guy like this.

  “You think it’s funny, do ya?” Talon shoved into his chest. They were now nose to nose, toe to toe. I crossed the walkway in ten seconds or less, coming up behind Talon and grabbing his hand, which was in a tightly closed fist.

  “He isn’t even worth it. We both know that, so don’t waste your time on him. You don’t need to be getting kicked out of school.” I tried to be the light at the end of the tunnel. I truthfully did, but I knew if Donovan had started this argument Talon would be the one to finish it.

  “Go on.” Donovan pushed back against Talon. “Listen to her,” he sneered at me, and his friends laughed along as if he had said something funny.

  “We all know you’re a fucking prick and that I wouldn’t have slept with you even if I was sober, so shut the fuck up!” I jumped in without thought, defending Talon. It was as if my body knew just what to say and do to protect him.

  “You’re lucky she is here.” Talon’s eyes were so dark, the muscles in his body tense. My eyes lingered on his tight blue shirt and his low riding blue jeans. My mouth was watering as I thought about all the ways he had taken me this past weekend. He kept his promise of taking me and christening all the different rooms in the house as our own, and now I wanted to fuck him again. I most definitely wasn’t ready for any of that right now.

  “Or what, pretty boy?” Donovan taunted. I was done playing nice. I couldn’t handle the tension in the air. It was consuming, suffocating.

  “Or I will file charges against you. I have witnesses, Donovan. I’m not afraid of you or any of your stupid friends. Let it be, leave Talon and me alone, or I will do it. So help me God,” I threatened. Talon’s fist loosened and slowly it turned into him holding my hand.