Risk: A Military Stepbrother Bad Boy Romance by Helen Lucas

retort but he was finger fucking my womanhood and I couldn’t do anything but grind my crotch against the leg of his pants, biting my lip to keep from gasping and screaming too much as he plunged his thick digits into my sore hole.
     
    “I’m going to fuck you again,” he whispered hotly in my ear as he pumped me.
     
    “Then do it,” I groaned. “God, I want you inside of me again…”
     
    “Beg for it,” my brother growled. Oh, god.
     
    “Please, bro… Please… Fuck your little sister…”
     
    “That’s so wrong,” Damien said with a laugh. “But it gets me hard.”
     
    “I know, right?” I replied with a grin. I climbed off his lap and opened the car door. Once outside, I bent over and braced myself against the car, my swollen ass up in the air. The cool night air burnt my ass and I found myself whimpering without any provocation, just from the swelling, from the throbbing that my brother had instilled in my flesh.
     
    And then, before I knew it, Damien was behind me. His cock was out: I could feel it. I could feel him sliding open my aching ass cheeks. I could feel him pressing his thick, throbbing, wet cock against my sloppy hole, pressing into me.
     
    “Oh, Jesus Christ…” I squealed as he embedded himself inside of me. My insides were already swollen, although wet—I had grown tighter as a result, and my pussy squeezed him harder, grinding his cock against my walls deliciously. “Oh, god, god, god…”
     
    “God can’t help you now,” Damien growled as he pressed his bad boy cock deeper and deeper into me, starting to pump me harder, pump me faster. “You’re all mine.”
     
    “That’s right, that’s right, that’s right,” I gasped, reaching back to hold onto him tight, grabbing hold of part of his jacket. “I’m all yours. Fuck me harder, bro. Fuck me, baby.”
     
    I couldn’t believe those nasty words were coming out of my mouth, raining down from my lips like a monsoon of filth. If you had told me earlier that day that I would be having wild, passionate, absolutely dirty sex with my stepbrother, and in public, no less—hell, even unprotected!—I would have said you were crazy. I would have known you were crazy.
     
    But here I was: taking my brother’s hot, hard, throbbing flesh, gasping in time with his thrusts as he plunged himself into me, arching his back, driving his hips into me. Feeling his cock inside of me just felt right—even if it ached deliciously, it also felt like home, felt like… Like love. Like family, but in the best way.
     
    God, was I really thinking these crazy things? These thoughts didn’t feel like me, but at the same time, they felt more natural, more me than me. Maybe, like I had been thinking before… Maybe this was the real me?
     
    Damien threaded his fingers through my hair, gripped hard, and pulled, forcing my head back. I shuddered, grunting as my tits swung loose from my dress, moving with each thrust of his cock. He grabbed one of them, holding it tight, squeezing my flesh, squeezing and twisting my nipples hard—I’m sure I would have bruises the next day, but I didn’t care.
     
    At least those bruises would be honest. Nothing would be hidden and I wouldn’t be ashamed of them or what they represented.
     
    Well, maybe that wasn’t totally true…
     
    A pang of shame ran through my body, combining with the pleasure that already tortured me, already made me want it—want my brother’s seed inside of me.
     
    My stepbrother, I had to keep reminding myself. This big, powerful, tattooed beast of a man, a man who smelled like an animal, smelled and felt like he could hurt me just as easily as he could love me—and that’s what I wanted. To feel like I was his, like I belonged to him—it was a delectable feeling, and one I knew I could get addicted to.
     
    And I would be ashamed of that addiction. How could I not?
     
    Did this make me a slut?
     
    “Fuck, Sarah…” he groaned inside of me. I arched my back as I