The Billionaire's Step Desire (Bareback Billionaire Taboo Steamy Romance) (3 page)

We needed to make up for lost time.

I pushed her down, forcing her face into the yoga mat as I wormed two fingers inside of her cunt. She squealed, hands splayed beside her head as I pushed in and out, twisting and turning through her soft, warm depths.

“Kayla,” I breathed, in awe of her tightness. “Ohh, baby. Daddy’s little girl is so tight!”

“Stretch me out, Daddy,” she begged me. “Make me ready for your cock!”

I couldn’t very well resist that temptation. I plunged my fingers into her hole, bringing back more creamy wetness with every dive. She wriggled and moaned, pushing back onto my fingers like a wanton whore as I plumbed her sweltering depths. I found her spot, tickling it with my fingers as she started to bray.

“You like that?” I asked her, applying more pressure to the spongy little node on her inner wall. “You like it when Daddy strokes your spot, princess?”

“Yes!” she snarled, thrashing like an animal in heat. “Oh, Daddy! It’s too good! I can’t take it!”

“You’re gonna,” I told her, pulling my track pans down to let my hard dick free for the second time that day. “You’re gonna take it all, baby. Daddy’s gonna make you squirt.”

And without a moment’s hesitation—we’d wasted too much time on waiting, anyway—I lined my cock up with her precious hole and pressed in hard with the tip.

“Daddy!” she wailed, her cunt stretching tight around my shaft as I dove right in, the upward curve of my dick brushing right on that tender spot.

I was going to make it fill with lust. And then I was going to make it shoot out all over me, just the way I’d dreamed.

It was almost too much to bear, but I knew I had work to do before I could cum.

I pulled her hips up, forcing her into a steep angle as I ploughed her furiously. I struck her ass hard with my thrusting hips, paying her back for all the teasing she’d done, all he frustration she’d caused me. It was so satisfying to see Kayla buck and tremble at my behest, and the way she whined and whinnied was music to my ears. I knew an innocent little girl like her couldn’t take too much of a real man working her, and when she started to plead for me to ease up, that it was just too damn good, I couldn’t help but crack a knowing grin.

“Ease up?” I echoed, angling my hips to drive right into that oversensitive bundle of nerves. “Oh, I don’t think so, princess.”

“But Daddy!” she cried. “It’s… it’s coming! I’m gonna make a mess!”

“That’s it!” I encouraged her, grabbing two handfuls of her ass as I mercilessly battered her spot. “That’s Daddy’s girl! Squirt! Squirt, Kayla!”

Just like the obedient daughter I’d always had, Kayla did as she was told. She let out a scream of ecstasy, surprise, and even a little delicious shame as she squirted for the first time, drenching my hips, my base, and my balls with her lust. Her pussy milked me ravenously, clenching and pulsing around my dick, urging me to fill her with my own hot desire.

“Oh, shit,” I breathed, starting to pull out. “Turn around, princess. Daddy’s gonna cum…”

“No,” she said, much to my surprise. She linked her calves behind my thighs so that I couldn’t budge. “Unload inside me, Daddy. Fill me up.”

My dick twitched at the thought. But Kayla wasn’t on birth control. If I came inside her, she could very well get pregnant.

I shivered. Why did that thought turn me on so much? It was always the things I couldn’t have… A baby meant she could tie me down. Child support, another messy divorce… Did the apple fall far from the tree?

Did I even care? I didn’t have an heir, no flesh and blood of my own to leave everything to. What was the point of it all? I needed a minute to think.

“Baby,” I growled, “wait…”

But it was no use. Kayla was bouncing against my dick, wiggling her ass all the way down to my base and back up to the tip again, rocking relentlessly as I inched closer and closer to the edge.

“Oh, no,” I muttered. “Oh, no. I’m gonna… it’s coming… oh!”

“Daddy,” she whispered. “Let go, Daddy. Fill up your pretty little stepdaughter. Cum in my pussy… right… now!”

The tables had turned, and now I found myself obeying my little girl’s commands. She really did have me wrapped around her little finger.

I gave in, getting one good, hard thrust inside of her before spilling my seed. My dick pulsed with a tremendous wave of cum, and my eyes rolled back as jet after jet pooled in her warm, wet cunt.

“Yes!” she cried, rubbing her ass against me harder and faster. “More, Daddy! Give me more!”

I tried my best to oblige, spreading her cheeks and sticking the tip of my thumb into her asshole as I remembered how tight Tina’s was. The thought pushed a few more torrents of jizz from my wilting dick before I fell backward, sitting on my heels as rivers of cum dribbled out of my stepdaughter.

“Baby,” I panted. “That wasn’t right. You could get pregnant… I…”

But she just turned around, smirked, and flipped her pretty hair the way she always did when she got her way.

“Oh, I know, Daddy,” she said, standing up and retrieving the scraps of her yoga pants. “And maybe next time, you’ll think twice about fucking someone other than your little girl.” She winked at me as she strode toward the kitchen, leaving a trail of cum behind her as she walked. “Accept no substitutes.”

I couldn’t help but grin as I watched her ass bounce away from me. She was right. No matter how tight or dirty Tina was, there really was nothing better in the whole wide world than fucking my barely legal stepdaughter.

And just like she’d said, from now on, I would accept no substitutes.

But I had to wonder: now that I’d had a taste of filling up her pussy, could I ever stop? Did I want to? What if she got pregnant?

My dick twitching with the first spasms of life helped me make my decision. I could never pull out of my stepdaughter now, and very soon, her flat belly would be swollen with my child. My heir to the throne… My future.

But could I stop at one? The thought of fucking baby after baby into little Kayla flashed through my mind. It was as if a cork had been pulled on the deepest darkest parts of my desire.

I smirked.
Oh, Kayla,
I thought, laughing at how naive she was.
You’ve created a monster…

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My Step, The Billionaire

(Taboo Steamy Billionaire Romance)

19 year old Amber Harrell has finally escaped her stodgy life back home. Moving in with Jacob, her stepbrother, the future is looking up. He’s living off a fortune, billions of dollars from his late grandfather, and as soon as she sees his gorgeous penthouse, she realizes just how much she’s going to enjoy her newfound freedom…

Of course, everything comes with a price. Reconnecting with Jacob means discovering his secrets. When his wandering eyes reveal that he wants the
one thing
he can
NEVER
have, the one thing that
not even money can buy
, will Amber
give in to his dark fantasies
? Will she let him take her
virginity
, hard, and without protection?

WARNING:
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STEP BILLIONAIRE

“Thanks for taking me in on such short notice, big brother.”

Jacob turned to smile at me. His hair caught in the dying light for a moment, and the sunset turned his golden locks coppery and made his jade eyes shine all the more brilliantly. I could see why he didn’t spend much time alone in this sweet penthouse of his. Even from an objective sibling standpoint, Jacob was stunningly gorgeous.

“You’re welcome,” he said, hauling the last of my possessions out of my car and closing the hatch. “I just wish things didn’t have to be this way.”

I nodded in agreement. That was something I’d been wishing for years, ever since Jacob’s mother had walked into my life.

It was strange for us to be so close, given the circumstances. When my father had finally introduced me to Sarah, the woman he planned to marry, and her teenaged son, Jacob, I never imagined getting along with either of them. Sarah was cold, distant, and downright rude, and she made it perfectly clear that my father already having a child was a burden she would not quietly bear. Jacob, for his part, was calm in the face of his mother’s indiscretions, and I was sure both of them hated me.

My father would hear none of it, though. He made excuses for Sarah that eventually multiplied into the thousands, assuring me in not so many words that in his eyes, she could do no wrong. He wasn’t exactly awful to me as a result—not directly—but he made it clear that she ran the show from now on.

Maybe I shouldn’t have been so surprised. My father and I had lived a hard life, scraping by on whatever we could afford. Sarah on the other hand, she was heir to a billion dollar fortune. That gross chewing gum old people still like? Yeah, that’s the company Sarah’s grandpa left her when he died. Money meant power, and my father wasn’t going to let it slip away…

If Sarah said I was being a brat, there was no chance for me to tell my side of the story. If Sarah accused me of making a mess or lying about something, I wouldn’t even have the opportunity to object. It didn’t matter how flimsy her evidence was. My father believed her, and in the process, he alienated me.

I lost the man who had raised me since my own mother had died when I was six. It was a vicious blow, and one I don’t think I would have ever recovered from had it not been for Jacob.

I hadn’t expected my new older brother—stepbrother, really—to come to my rescue. I hadn’t expected anything from him at all. For the first few years we lived together in his mother’s expensive home, Sarah made it clear he was her baby, her pride and joy, the one and only child she would ever love. I figured he would have reaped the benefits from that and ignored what it did to me, but to my surprise, Jacob began to protest right around the time he turned fifteen. The boy who had hardly said two words to me in years began to speak on my behalf, always to his mother’s horror, and soon he was inviting me to enjoy all the riches his mother had brought to the table.

When Jacob got some fancy new gift, he asked me to come play with it. When Jacob got to go to some swanky party or sold-out concert, he brought me along at his side. When Jacob got to take his mother’s AmEx card to the mall, he insisted I come along so that he’d know what clothes to buy me.

Those moments with Jacob were the only happy ones I had living in that house with his mother and my enabling father. When he moved out at eighteen, I was completely devastated, even though I understood his reasons. By that time, he’d pretty much burned his bridges with his mother. He needed a less toxic environment to spend his life in.

Luckily for him, his grandfather had left him a sum of money to be paid out on his eighteenth birthday. He showed me the bank account once. I’d never seen so many zeroes in my life. Two and a half billion dollars! As a result, Jacob was now independently wealthy, which meant he hardly had to worry about finding a place to stay.

Seven years later, here I was, nineteen and finally freeing myself of the same chains Jacob had shrugged off years before me. It felt good, but also a little scary, mainly because I didn’t have the same kind of safety net that Jacob did. I
wasn’t
a billionaire.

The other reason I had misgivings were because of my dad. I loved him more than anything in the world, but I couldn’t stick around with him the way things were. I knew he was afraid to be alone, but that didn’t mean I had to stay and let Sarah make me miserable. Besides, she hadn’t seemed too upset when I’d said I was leaving.

“Come on,” Jacob said, interrupting my conflicting thoughts, “let’s go inside. I’ve got your room all ready for you. I hope you like it.”

“I’m sure I will,” I assured him with a smile, looking up at the massive luxury apartment building my stepbrother called home.

I was happy we didn’t have to walk up any stairs to get to our floor. Jacob had a penthouse near the very top, and the elevator ride was long enough as it was. We didn’t say much to one another at that point, but I knew he would want to talk soon. After all, we’d hardly spoken to each other since Jacob had moved out. Sarah had pretty much forbade it, dismissing Jacob as a “lost cause.” I wasn’t even allowed to say his name in her house.

When the elevator doors finally opened, I found myself staring at what looked like, for all intents and purposes, an outdoor entryway. There were potted plants in the short hall leading up to a set of wooden double doors with a short awning over them, and the dim light gave it the illusion of sundown.

“That’s… really cool,” I said, smiling giddily. I’d never seen such a setup.

“I know. It’s part of what sold me on the place,” Jacob said, stepping out of the elevator and unlocking the door. “It really makes me feel like I’m the only tenant here, you know?”

I nodded. I’d never lived in anything but houses before. Sometimes they were run down and small, but at least they were houses… I had no idea what it’d be like to have your neighbors on the other side of the wall from you, or to live without a backyard to run and play in.

I couldn’t imagine that Jacob would have very much room in an apartment, either. To me, apartments always conjured images of cramped spaces with crappy fixtures and decades-old appliances. So when Jacob opened up the doors to his penthouse, I was in complete shock at what I saw on the other side.

His apartment was even more spacious than his mother’s house had been. I gazed in awe at our surroundings, each blink of my eyes revealing splendors more intriguing than the last. This was nothing at all like an apartment, with its glimmering hardwood floors, patio complete with a Jacuzzi, and enough room for a whole family to live in. I couldn’t believe my eyes.

“Jacob,” I breathed, “do you actually have the whole floor to yourself?”

He chuckled. “I do. I wanted something that seemed like an actual house, but was close to downtown. And here I am, right in the heart of it, with this place.” He smiled at me. “You’re welcome to stay as long as you like, you know. It’s not like I’m running out of room here, or anything.”

“I can see that!” I laughed, still marveling at the vastness of his home. “Holy shit. This was not what I was expecting.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” he replied, grinning as he took my suitcase and began walking toward a hallway. “Come on. I’ll show you to your room.”

I followed him, but couldn’t stop staring at how glamorous his penthouse was. When he’d moved, Sarah had told me he’d ended up in some pathetic apartment, as though he’d had to sacrifice the stability and expansiveness of a home by escaping her wrath. What I saw now confirmed for me that she was only bitter he’d turned on her, and that I was much better off living with him than I was under her rule.

I practically skipped down the hall, grinning like an idiot as my stepbrother led me to my room. It was even bigger than the one I’d had back at home, although that had barely been larger than a closet. Sarah had seen to it that I got the space meant for a live-in maid. As old as the house was, it might have even been slave quarters at some point… It was her way of letting me know what the pecking order was.

“Feel free to decorate it,” he told me, setting down my things on the queen-sized bed. “Seriously, I don’t mind. Anything you need, just let me know.”

I nodded, trying not to beam too brightly, but I knew my happiness was written all over my face. “Thank you so much, Jacob. This means the world to me, but… I couldn’t possibly ask you to spend your money on decorations...”

“It’s cool,” he answered, wrapping his arms around me in a tight hug. “I remember what it was like. I want you to treat this place as your home now, Amber. I want you to feel like you can make it your own. Besides, I’ve been trying to spend my money for years but every time I check the account, it keeps getting bigger. Compound interest on top of the stocks Granddad left me…”

Then he paused, looking down at me. His blue eyes were glazed with regret and concern. “I… I don’t think I ever apologized to you. You know, for my mom.”

“You don’t have to do that,” I told him, and I meant it. Her sins were her own. I never held Jacob responsible for any of it, and I’d always hoped he knew that.

But he shook his head at me and gave me a squeeze. “She’ll never do it on her own, and somebody has to say it. It makes sense for it to be me.”

“Jacob…” I began again, but the look on his face silenced me. He was determined, and I knew once he put his mind to something, there was no stopping him.

“I’m sorry for what she did to you,” he told me, rubbing my arms as he stared into my eyes. “Hell, sometimes, I’m sorry we ever even came into your lives. If we hadn’t, you and your father would probably have ended up a lot happier.”

That stung a little. Sarah was awful, sure, but I never imagined life without Jacob in it.

But then he smiled faintly and added: “I know it’s selfish of me, but even with all the hell she put you through, I’m still glad you’re my sister. I just wish we’d… met a different way.”

My heart warmed, but I was still a little confused. What did that mean—a different way? And why did he look so sad when he said it?

For the moment, I shrugged it off and squeezed his arms too, smiling as I felt the bulge of his biceps beneath his shirt.

“I’m glad I’m your sister, too,” I told him. “I’ve never regretted that for one second. I swear. And if I hadn’t had you there all those years, I… I don’t know what I would have done,” I settled on at last.

It was true. Sarah had made my life an absolute nightmare, and sometimes, I thought about taking the radical way out. But I could have never done that to Jacob. It would have destroyed him.

He smiled and embraced me again, pressing me tight to his hard, broad chest. I closed my eyes, drinking in his scent. There was something about his touch, his smell that made me feel so safe, so at home—complete, even. No other man had ever made me feel that way. I was starting to wonder if one ever would.

Eventually we parted, and Jacob ran a hand through his hair, laughing softly. “Well, I’m glad we’ve got that out. Wouldn’t want this to become too mushy, right?”

“Right,” I said, smiling broadly. “Hey, you know what would be cool?”

He raised an eyebrow. “What’s that?”

“A movie night,” I said. “You know, like the ones we used to have back at the old house. When Sarah and Dad were gone, I used to sneak into your room, and we’d cuddle up under a blanket and watch shitty B-movies on that huge TV you had, remember?”

“Of course I do,” Jacob said. “How could I forget?”

I grinned. “And this time, we won’t have to sneak beers. We can drink as much as we please.”

He laughed at that. “Thankfully, I have better taste than our parents did. I have wine.”

That was fine by me. I preferred a glass of red, anyway. “Great. Let me get my stuff put away, and then we’ll put on a movie. Sound good?”

“Sounds great, an escape from pretending to be a grown up,” Jacob said with a smile. “I’m happy you’re here, sis. I really am.”

“Me too,” I replied. “And thank you, Jacob. Again.”