Dirty Country Love: A Step-Brother Romance Novella (8 page)

He kept up this powerful yet torturously slow dance for a while,
his thick, pulsating cock resting against her mons and pussy,
throbbing with need. The heat of that hard, bulging shaft so
prominent, even against her own fiery loins.

The rocking of his hips caused him to grind against her, along her
slick slit as he massaged her chest and explored her two supple
mounds of tit flesh.

It was absolute bliss, the strong and adept hands massaging her
form. It was so erotic, and her nerves tingled with delight. Every
new sensation tickled and teased her, awoke more and more desire.

There was only momentary disappointment as he left her breasts
free, sliding his hands down her sides to take hold of her thighs.
His thumbs stroked along her soft inner-thigh flesh as he spread her
legs open wider, splaying her pussy before him.

Damien licked his lips and angled his hips, sliding the tip of his
cock on down along her slit until it was positioned at the entrance
to her womanhood. There he was before her, his shoulders and arms
wide, his sculpted body on display as he admired the sight of their
loins pressed together.

She whimpered and squirmed, writhing anxiously for what was to
come. But as her slit coated his shaft in her slick honey, he pulled
back and away, dashing her needful desires and making her groan
sadly.

Lifting her two legs, Damien lowered himself down, getting between
her legs as he eyed her femininity with a hungry glint in his gaze.
He leaned in, took a deep breath, let her scent fill his flared
nostrils as he shut his eyes.

It made her cheeks flush an even deeper red, embarrassment taking
over for the brief moment before his appreciation was done…
and he lapped along her slit, tasting her. The warm tongue lashing
along her most private of places, tasting her arousal, and making her
moan despite the conflicting emotions.

It felt so good that she couldn’t even bring herself to be
self-conscious about it, that wet muscle working over her most
sensitive skin.

Damien was in full control, and with his bulging arms he kept her
legs pinned back as he tongued her pussy, circling her clit at the
end of each tongue-lashing. His motions only grew more tenacious as
he got a craving for her cunt.

She reached down, grasping at his head, running her fingers
through his hair as she panted and moaned. He was insatiable, and all
she could see of him was his broad shouldered back, muscles bunching
as he bent himself to her loins, eating her out with a frenzied
hunger.

The at times slow, languid drag of his tongue along her sensitive
bud, followed by the fast dashes and swirls, skirting its edge. He
would drive her close to the brink, only to find a new rhythm and
motion and make her squirm in a whole new way.

“Please!” she begged, her words having been babbling
from her pouty lips for some time, her body dewy with perspiration as
chest heaved. She wanted relief so bad, wanted
him
so bad. To
feel the bliss he was so close to providing, to feel the press of his
manhood filling her up and making that empty place within her feel
whole.

He didn’t heed her pleas, but sated his own hunger for her
flavour. Though his laps ceased as he suckled at her clit one final
time, before pulling away with a pop, freeing her from the suctioning
hold of his lips.

Damien rose before her again, pulling away his clothing, kneeling
with his full, hard torso bare. Rippling muscle on display as he
wiped away her glistening moisture from around his mouth and
swallowed down her juices.

“You’re ready,” he growled, his voice so deep
and coarse, the man turned beast before her very eyes, driven by
carnal desire.

Careful with her body, the towering brute bent back her knees and
kept her legs splayed, her pussy on display. His throbbing cock stood
out, firm and ready, gliding over her wet slit. Britney couldn’t
help but try to rock her hips against it in turn, but she was held
firmly in place, kept to his mercies.

Damien took his time, or so it seemed when every second felt like
a minute. He rubbed his cock against her pussy, letting that
pulsating, veiny shaft glide along her sacred spot, as no one had
done before. She was whimpering and mewling and practically begging
to be fucked by then, but her miserable waiting was nearly over.

With one final slide back, Damien let his cock hang just by the
mere tip, that purple crown so swollen as it lodged right at the
entrance to her pussy. Then slowly, his powerful hips pushed and he
began to slide into her. A thick, hard cock causing the pink petals
of her pussy to blossom around his manhood as he sank further and
further in.

Britney cried out, her poor, virginal cunny lips strained and red
as they stretched around such an immense shaft. She cried out his
name, but the slow push of his organ continued, stretching her narrow
little canal around him, making her pussy into a tight sleeve for his
cock.

Damien moaned, a deep, gravelly sound as he sank into her. She was
so tight it made even that giant of a man waver, though her plea for
him to stop made him relent. The brute paused as she panted and
writhed.

“Too much! You’re too big!” she whimpered, but
both of their gazes were ultimately drawn to the sight of her pussy
stretched around his shaft, that thick girth still not entirely
inside of her.

He gave her a breather, a moment to calm herself, to slowly simmer
down that heaving bosom of hers as his own dick pulsated with desire.
Each new throb stretching her cunt just a little bit more, making her
squirm and squeal.

Damien’s two big, rough hands moved up from her thighs,
around her waist, keeping her pinned in place as he resumed again,
intent upon burying the last of his length into her molten hot pussy.

She cried out and writhed, but he kept her in place until finally…
at last, the two of them were joined together wholly. Damien’s
cock lodged deep inside her, it’s pulsating length encased so
snugly in the walls of her pussy, their loins pressed together tight.

Britney panted, and then Damien bent down and drowned her noises
with a kiss. A deep, passionate kiss, in which his tongue lashed at
hers and swirled about her mouth momentarily, her taste still rich on
his tongue. He ran his hands up her sides to her breasts, and held
her beneath him as their lay entwined.

They stayed like that for so long, as Damien let her grow
accustomed to the new feeling of being full. Being so excruciatingly
and blissfully full. He felt her up, kneaded her flesh and tasted her
lips. The two of them slowly beginning to grow used to being one.

In time Britney began to rock against him, the pain subsided as
her desires flowed. She yearned to feel him move against her once
more, no longer just resting atop and against her.

Damien was only too happy to oblige.

That thick shaft slowly pulled back, tugging upon her labia as it
went, making Britney moan. That slick little pussy clinging to him
before he pushed back inside, filling her once more. It was the slow
beginning to a building thrust, each new push of his cock a little
harder, coming on a little faster.

Damien kissed her upon the mouth, their lips smacking between
sounds of her moans and his lewd, low grunts. All the while the couch
creaked beneath them, his great weight putting strain upon the old
sofa.

“Oh Damien,” she moaned, her nails lightly scraping
along his bulging biceps, up to his shoulders. Her words were all but
lost amid the sounds of their lovemaking though, the rising slap of
his balls against her round ass cheeks adding to the cacophony.

Those powerful hands of his guided her legs up over his hips and
around his waist as he continued to pummel into her. Their bodies so
perfectly entwined like that, she was able to help keep him in check
— if only the slightest bit — as his raging passions
threatened to overtake him and spur him on to pound her into
oblivion.

Britney was fast losing all grasp on reality though, her vision
fogged over as her eyes rolled back into her head, her throat hoarse
with the incessant moans and squeals. She was being pummeled into
blissful climax, and it was like her conscious self became separated
from her physical being, but at the same time utterly chained to its
primal pleasures and sensations.

Damien’s body rippled and bulged as his muscles propelled
him into her again and again, the wet slap of their bodies filling
the room. Britney’s spine arched in a feline sort of manner,
her body contorted as the fiery sensations spider webbed from her
loins out through her body and all her limbs, until her whole body
was electric with sensations.

She cried out, her words unintelligible but for his name, as her
very first climax hit her with such intensity. She jolted and writhed
as a gush of warm honey coated his cock and balls and she clenched
him all the tighter with the hold of her pussy.

Damien didn’t relent, even as her spasming grasp made him
grunt and moan. He pounded her through her intense climax and beyond.
The battering of his cock persisting despite her pleas and whimpers,
until she was brought to the cusp of her second orgasm.

It was there, as she shook and clenched about him that finally,
the hulking brute was undone. Damien’s broad torso shuddering
as his balls tightened, and a fiery sensation travelled the length of
his shaft as he came. Hard.

He moaned her name as he bucked his hips, haphazardly spilling his
rich, virile seed into her fertile depths. The two were slaves to
lust by then, and no thought was given by either to the consequences
of their actions. They could only think of each other and their
desire to rut and remain one, even as he filled her womb with his
rich cream.

They were a sweaty, glistening mess together as their loins
remained locked and Damien slowly lowered himself down upon her. They
entangled deeper, breathing heavily in the aftermath of their bliss.
Lips locked they kissed and fondled each other, sliding their hands
along each other’s bodies, enjoying the closeness, the buzz of
their nerves so overwrought from their intense climaxes.

Her arms wrapped about his neck, holding him close, needing the
security that his warm, strong body provided. She was shaky still
after her multiple orgasms, at the shock at what they’d done,
and yet she’d never felt more blissful in her short life.

“Damien,” she purred against his mouth, feeling his
shaft still pulse with life, even after he’d finished. She was
sore yet longed for more, to experience making love with him again
and again.

Her fingers dug into his back, as if she were afraid that if she’d
let him go, he’d disappear like a dream.

After her brief escape from reality to mourn the loss of her
adopted father, Britney returned to life at the diner. It was a sad
shift, not that she found workin’ there particularly sad
before. But for a brief moment, it seemed like Damien and her were on
their way towards somethin’ even better.

Something that she could really see a future in, which she’d
never thought of the diner as.

“Hey, you wanna clean-up for me here? The lunch crowd has
finally cleared out and I need a smoke break,” said her
co-worker, Anne.

“Oh yeah, sure,” Britney said, taken out of her stupor
by the request.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, why?”

“You’ve just been a lil’ off since ya’ll
got back from the funeral. Must’ve been rough,” Anne said
sympathetically.

“Yeah, it ain’t nothin’. You go take your
break,” Britney insisted, pulling the dirty dishes off the
countertop and bringing them to the back, makin’ way to wipe
down the counter.

Truth was though, she had more than the sad loss of her adopted
father to mourn. Even more than Damien takin’ off after their
stay together, though that’d shattered her heart into a million
pieces. She couldn’t even tell no one, not really, and so she
suffered in silence.

Especially since returnin’ back to her old life, she never
did get her period. It was really startin’ to worry her.

“It was just one night, probably just the worryin’,”
she reassured herself in her own head, trying not to dwell on the
consequences of her one reckless evening, and the man she’d
lost her virginity to.

When her shift finally ended, Britney tied up her apron and
grabbed her coat.

“See ya’ll later,” she said with a smile and a
wave, doin’ her best not to betray any of her worrying or
concerns. If she was pregnant, she couldn’t afford to raise the
kid on her own. The will said she’d get the farm, but…
what could she do with it all on her lonesome?

She was just one person, and if she was havin’ to raise a
child on top of it all, she’d be worse than useless.

As she pulled her purse on over her shoulder and walked out of the
diner and down the sidewalk, she barely paid the slightest heed to
where she was goin’. Her mind was off in a land of maybes and
worries.

She just need some fresh air, and a way to forget about Damien
just like he’d forgotten about her. The thought made her sick
to her stomach, and she didn’t want to believe that was true.

“Penny for your thoughts,” came a familiar, gravelly
voice as she approached her apartment buildin’, a low four
story building that only housed a few people.

“Huh?” Britney said, raising her head and lookin’
to the source of the question.

And there he was, like straight out of her head, lookin’ as
good as ever: Damien.

He was wearin’ his leather jacket, leanin’ back on his
motorcycle. And holdin’ a bouquet of flowers.

“What are you doing here?” Britney asked, eyes wide in
shock and surprise, her voice rather weak as she didn’t know
what to make of his sudden reappearance after a week apart.