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  I ducked my head. “When I was in high school, even when I had boyfriends, I used to finger myself when I knew you were in your room. The thought that you might hear me moan was addictive.”

  “You about killed me.”

  We both smiled.

  “Still haven’t tasted that kiss,” I whispered.

  Ryan nipped my nose, the lobe of an ear, and then slowly dragged his lips across my cheek. When he rubbed his mouth over mine, I slid my hands up his back and raked my nails downward on either side of his spine.

  He thrust his tongue inside my mouth, and I ground against his tool belt again, because I wanted his cock exploring inside, too. Wanted him to fill me up, take my breath, make me ache.

  When he sucked on my tongue, my breasts must have been jealous, because they hardened and spurted, spilling more precious milk across his chest.

  Ryan groaned, sounding desperate now. So I flipped up his belt and pushed his chest away to change the angle of his body. Understanding, he held my ass in one hand, fingered me to find my opening, and placed his cock at my entrance. With him pushing against me, finally there, I closed my eyes.

  “Unh-uh. Watch me, Shauna.”

  The tool belt was in the way, preventing him from coming deep, but I loved the way he looked, his muscles tensed and ripped, his face wearing a feral expression I’d never seen on him. He pumped against me, stealing a hand over one breast to massage it as he fucked me.

  Again and again he ground into me, making little noises in the back of his throat, something between a grunt and groan, sounding so animalistic I couldn’t help but give him my own sexy cries, gasping and whimpering as I neared the precipice. Ryan quickened the pace and pinched a nipple, and I climaxed, my body shuddering with it.

  Slowly, I came back down, fully aware he was still hard inside me. I unbuckled the tool belt and held it out, dropping it to the floor. “Now, what fantasy can I make real for you, Ryan?”

  He wrapped his arms around me and walked down the hall, his dick still lodged deep, each step jostling me on it. Without the belt, he was so deep, filled me so well, I was already growing aroused again.

  Still holding me with one arm, he crawled onto the bed, staying on his knees once he reached the center. His gaze dropped to my chest. “Are you sore?”

  “As long as you don’t bite, I’ll be fine.”

  He gripped my waist, lifting me until just the fat head of his dick remained inside, and then he burrowed his face between my breasts. “I don’t know what it is. But I love you like this.”

  “I’ll only nurse for a couple of years,” I reminded him.

  “But every time I kiss them after, I’ll remember.”

  I was shocked by what he said. “Ryan?”

  He drew back and met my questioning gaze, biting his lower lip. “I’d like to make a deal with you, Shauna.”

  “Make a deal?” My heartbeat stuttered, then began to race.

  “Stay with me. Always. Have as many kids as you like. You’re a great mama, you shouldn’t ever have to be more than a wife and mother if you don’t want to be.”

  I shook my head. He couldn’t mean what I thought. “What are you saying?”

  “I’m saying—I’m applying for the job.”

  Exasperated, I gripped his ears and pulled, growling at him. “What job is that, motherfucker?”

  His smile was slow and ornery. “I suppose you could call me that if you also wanted to call me husband, lover, father of your children. But motherfucker’s fine for when we’re alone like this.”

  I let go of his ears and bent over him to kiss him, taking his lips in a hard grinding kiss. When I drew back, I said, “Fuck me, Ryan. Make me pregnant right now. I want your kids and your cock. You’re a better man than I deserve, but if you’ll put up with me, and fuck me often, I’ll be yours. I’ll be the best wife and mother I know how to be.”

  Ryan shoved me down his dick, then lifted me all the way off. He pushed me away then lay on his back and held out his arms. “I want to play with those tits now. Shower me, baby.”

  I laughed. “You know that sounds wrong in so many ways.”

  “You rubbed all over my tool belt. You’ve got your own fetish. It’s your fault I get hard just thinking about milking them all over me.”

  “My fault?” I said, climbing over his waist and lowering to rub my pussy on his hard abs. Bracing on an arm, I bent over him, holding my breast to rub the tip over his mouth, just as I had Jonathon, tempting him to latch onto it.

  Instead, Ryan stuck out his tongue and lapped the tip, exploring the stem, dabbing at it and the areola until I was ready to scream. My breast was hard, my womb cramping. I pushed my nipple against his mouth, then pushed again, forcing him to open and take me inside.

  His chuckles vibrated against me. But he suckled, drawing on my breast until I felt a resurgence of the pleasure I felt when I nursed. I’d miss this. But then again, there were other pleasures we could explore.

  After having him suckle my other breast, I pushed up, letting him look his fill of me and lowered herself on his cock. My pussy was so wet that his thick cock slid easily inside. When we were groin-to-groin, I tossed back my hair.

  “I could stay here forever,” I said. “I love the way you feel inside me.”

  “Baby, you have to move,” he ground out. “Make ’em bounce for me.”

  Again, laughter bubbled up, and I began to rise and fall, faster and faster until I was breathless and my breasts bounced hard.

  His large hands curved over them, covering them and he pushed them together, then apart, then round and round, massaging them so nicely with his strong fingers, I nearly purred.

  But I tired and collapsed against his chest.

  “You have to finish this,” I said, kissing the side of his mouth.

  He rolled over me, hooked his arms beneath my thighs, and went to his knees. With my bottom off the bed, all I could do was watch as he hammered my pussy in deep thrusts that shook my whole body.

  I’d never been loved like this, with so much enthusiasm and a hint of wildness.

  How lucky was I that he desired me so deeply?

  When his thrusts shortened, I raised my calves, pointing my toes and widening my thighs. He let go of my knees and bent over me, pounding harder, hips working like a jackhammer, our groins slapping, his cock tunneling deep. I reached up my arms to brace my hands against the headboard to resist his motion, and we jarred together. The strength of his thrusts forced out my air in harsh, grunting gasps, but I didn’t care how I sounded, only that I was quickly coming apart.

  “Ryan!”

  “Yes, baby. I’m there, too. Fuck!”

  Hot spurts filled me and I wailed, closing my eyes and digging my head into the mattress as I arched my back. My orgasm was glorious and lasted for several long moments, the pulses of my convulsing pussy clasping my stepbrother’s spasming cock.

  He fell over me. I eased my legs down and then closed them, trapping his flagging cock inside my embrace.

  “You’re not going anywhere,” I mumbled.

  “Sex has never been like this.” A kiss pressed against my mouth, and then his face snuggled into the corner of my neck.

  I knew what he meant. Wrapping my arms around him, I hugged him.

  “I want you to take some time to think about this,” I whispered. “You’d be taking on an instant family.”

  “I don’t need any fucking time,” Ryan said, lifting his head to glare down at me. “I’ve loved you for years. I already adore Jonathon. Hell, you gave him my middle name. Tell me that part of you hasn’t wanted this just as long.”

  “I wish I’d never dated another guy.” Tears began to fill my eyes. “Never fucked another man. That you were Jonathon’s dad.”

  “Baby, we can’t change the past. We had to be with other people to know what was real.”

  “How’d you get so smart?” I laid my palm on his cheek. “You should get some sleep. You have work in the morning.

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p; Ryan pursed his lips and gave me that sexy, half-lidded stare. “You sayin’ you’re too tired?”

  His cock was twitching inside me. I was amazed how quickly he could stir my arousal. I raised my knees to cup either side of his hips. “If we do it doggy style in front of the dresser mirror, you can watch my breasts jiggle.”

  He chuckled against me, but pulled free, waiting as I rolled over and faced the mirror. I braced on one hand and used the other to tug on my nipple until it was hard again, and then gave my breasts a little shake.

  Ryan growled behind me. His hands patted my bottom, then gave one side a slap.

  “Do that again. Please.” My gaze shot to Ryan’s in the mirror.

  As he swatted me, careful to strike me in different places all over my bottom and thighs, I trembled. Yes, oh yes, we’d find many more fetishes to explore.

  “I’m so hot, Ryan.” When my ass was on fire, I reached between my legs and fingered my clit.

  “You’re wet, baby.” His fingers thrust into my cunt. “It’s gonna feel like I’m sliding inside a dish of hot apple pie.”

  Although I was terribly aroused, I couldn’t help but laugh. “Guys really do that?”

  “Watched the movie, thought it was great idea.”

  He ducked behind me and his mouth rained kisses on my ass. His tongue fluttered against my inner lips, then tunneled into my vagina. He gave me several strokes, then licked his way down to my clit. The moment he latched onto my little nub, I sank my back and raised my head. His suckling there was divine!

  When my pussy was pulsing, he rose again, gripped the notches of my hips in his large hands and speared me with his hot cock.

  In the mirror, he let me see every expression, every motion as he stroked me in long, luscious glides, then pounded me with shorter, sharper thrusts.

  “Ryan, oh fuck, Ryan!” My mouth dropped open as the first wave of my orgasm washed over me.

  He bent over my back, grasped my breasts and hammered me harder. He was rough, almost brutal, but I loved every second of it, coming unraveled and wailing as I came.

  Afterward, he pulled me into his arms, spooning me, his lax cock cradled between my thighs, his hands on my tits.

  I wiggled my bottom against him.

  “Stop that,” he whispered. “Don’t tease me unless you want me to fuck you again.”

  “Can’t help it. I love the way you feel against me. You’re body’s hard, Ryan. You’re so strong .I feel safe, cherished.”

  “You are,” he said, kissing my hair. “This will work. You’ll see. Jonathon will have a daddy. I’ll have a wife. You’ll have your motherfucker.”

  I grinned and then laughed. “I’ll have to get a t-shirt made: ‘I’m with motherfucker.’”

  “I’ll let you greet me at the door wearing it when you want some.”

  “I better have a dozen made.”

  We settled, our breath deepening. When I was almost asleep, I asked, “When did you decide?”

  He didn’t need any further prompting. Ryan knew exactly what I meant. “I’ve been working up my courage for months. I waited for that bastard, Brad, to step up and do right by you, but when he dropped out of sight, I waited for the right time. Your phone call was the right time.”

  “All those times you came to visit, checking in on me and Jonathon, you wanted me to marry you even then?”

  “I’ve wanted you always, Shauna. I just didn’t think you’d believe it was right. You were younger when our parents married. You thought of me as your brother.”

  “Will you think it dirty of me if I still do?”

  His arms tightened around me. “As long as you can see me as your husband, too. I don’t care if you call me brother, daddy or cousin, but you have to love me, baby.”

  “I do, motherfucker.”

  He squeezed my breasts and yawned. “Better get some sleep while you can.”

  While his breath deepened, I lay there in the circle of his arms and dreamed about our life together.

  * * * *

  The cries in the baby monitor woke me. Not wanting Jonathon to be up before he had to be, I hurried down the hall to Iris’s room. I flipped the light switch and looked around the pretty lilac-colored walls. Ryan had chosen the colors. He’d decided the room facing the large backyard would be hers when we moved into the large house in a quiet suburb.

  I changed the baby, cooing at her, then opened my nightgown and took her to the rocker. As she fed, the same lovely, sleepy arousal I always felt when I breastfed swept over me. By the time she fell asleep on my nipple, I was horny as hell and needing a little mama-time with my big, bad stud.

  Turning out the light, I made my way back to our bedroom and snuck inside, slipping between the sheets to snuggle against Ryan’s back. My hand gently roamed his body, until I reached his cock. His morning wood provided a very nice place to start. I stroked his shaft, rubbing my hand lightly up and down, then gripped it a little harder.

  The alarm rang and Ryan reached out to slap the clock.

  “You’re going to break it,” I murmured.

  “Doesn’t matter. I can afford another.” He glanced down his body to where my handswas busy pumping.

  “Guess I’m up early,” he quipped.

  “Want breakfast?” I asked, my voice teasing.

  “After I have a little snack.”

  Lord, I loved it when he played with my breasts. He rolled over me, then scooted downward to nibble and lick me. I’d breastfed Jonathon for two years before weaning him. Ryan hadn’t seemed to mind that, even though my breasts were smaller and didn’t deliver a little something to feed him while he played. He still suckled at my breast, drawing so hard I sometimes wondered if he thought he could stimulate them to produce just for him.

  So, he liked breasts. My breasts. I loved his big, thick cock.

  He was delighted when I got pregnant, and they swelled again for him.

  When he’d taken his fill, he gently massaged my breasts. “I love you, Shauna.”

  My eyes watered. I didn’t feel like a loser any more. I gave as much back to the relationship as he did. I was great mom, a great cook, an enthusiastic lover. My house was spotless, and I kept the business books and organized his calendar.

  “Do I have time?” he asked, his eyes sparkling with humor because he knew I wouldn’t have crawled back into bed with him if his schedule didn’t allow time for this.

  I glanced at the clock. “So long as you don’t beat the headboard against the wall and wake Jonathon again, I think we’re good.”

  He shook his head. “I’ll have to remove it.”

  “Good idea,” I said waggling my eyebrows.

  He scooted farther down until his mouth hovered over my cunt. His fingers traced my slit, then burrowed inside me. His thumb played with my clit, until the hood slid free exposing the nubbin. Then he took it into his mouth where he licked and suckled, and eventually gave me a very sexy bite.

  By that time, I was a writhing mess. When he rolled me to my back, I went eagerly to my knees. He pushed my head down, leaving me with my ass in the air. His fingers swirled inside me again, and then he rubbed the liquid on my anus.

  Our new favorite fetish.

  Spit dropped into my crack, his cock nudged my back hole, and he pushed.

  The pressure was delicious. My anus slowly relaxed, allowing the broad knob of his cock inside.

  “Fuck, you’re so tight. Feels so good hugging my dick.”

  I liked the fullness, loved when he stroked me deep. Loved it even better when he let me play with myself while he did it. But I had to wait until he said so.

  He let go of my hips and slid a hand around me, feathering the hair on my pussy, then wiggling my clit before sinking two long fingers inside me.

  His fingers swirled and thrust. His thumb brushed my clit. His cock thrust like a piston, in short strokes, faster and faster. So much friction, so much heat.

  My breasts, shivering and shaking beneath me, began to leak. I cupped them
; moisture slicking my palms. Then I reached back and patted his thigh.

  He halted, his cock pulsing, nearly exploding, I knew, but he pulled free. Removed his condom and tossed it. I turned toward him and took more milk into my hands, then wrapped them around his cock. I squeezed hard, letting him fuck my fists.

  His jaw was tight. His eyes narrowed on my hands. I pumped him, until he moved his knees wider to make room for his tightening balls, then I bent over him and took the head into my mouth as I continued to stroke him with my hands. I drew on the tip, sucking as hard as I could, my cheeks hollowing, lips aching. I drew and drew until his fingers combed through my hair and his nails dug into my scalp.

  “There, baby. Just like that. Almost, almost.” When I drew and slipped the tip of my tongue into his slit, he jerked and cum jetted into my mouth.

  I licked every drop, swallowed it down. Just like he did my milk. I loved the taste of him. His essence. I understood his fetish now. When I drank him down, I was making him a part of me.

  At last his thrusts slowed and he went still. “You haven’t come yet.”

  I lay back and held out my arms. “Finish me.”

  Ryan smiled and bent over me. His hands framed my face as he kissed my mouth, my cheeks, and then he moved down to trace a path with his tongue over my collar bone, the top of my breasts. When he settled in to suckle, I closed my eyes, lost in the luxury of having a man who enjoyed this every bit as much as I did.

  As he suckled, he smoothed a hand downward. Fingers parted my folds, then entered me. His thumb rasped my clit.

  He was in no hurry. He sucked, first one breast, then the other, all the while stroking my cunt.

  My breath deepened. My head turned side-to-side. I fisted my own hair and pulled it as he drew harder on my nipple. My legs moved restlessly, and I hooked a thigh over his hip, opening myself as I lifted my bottom and ground into his hand.

  My orgasm wasn’t that quick rush of fire that burned hot but quickly flickered out. This was a slow, smoldering blaze that ignited every nerve in my pussy, my breasts, on my skin.