take her where he wanted. It was incredible to
finally feel like she could let the man she was with take control and do with
her whatever he felt like. She trusted Brad more than anyone else she knew and
had no doubt he would be the best lover once he got over her being his ex-stepsister.
They
went into the house and dried off in the little mudroom set up next to the
patio doors. It was always kept stocked with heated towels and robes. Brad
dried Jillian off, but didn’t bother with giving her a robe to cover her naked
body. Instead, grinning wolfishly, he took off his wet trunks and draped them
over the bar dangling over a large sink. Once they were both dry, he led her
into the house through to the living room.
“Are
you thirsty?” Brad asked, leaving her at the couch before walking to the wet
bar.
“I’d
love a Captain and Coke.”
He
fixed her the drink, making the same for himself. Handing it to her, he then
ran his hand, cold and moist from the condensation on the glass, over her
breast.
Jillian
shivered. “Your hand is cold!”
Brad
smiled at her little squeal. She was just so damn cute. Switching his glass
from one hand to the other, he grabbed her other breast and gave it a hard
squeeze. He swore his cock grew a foot when he watched her eyes darken with
desire and the tip of her tongue came out and ran across her upper lip.
Jillian
was in danger of dropping her drink, she was so focused on what he was doing to
her. Instead of drinking, she put her glass on a nearby table, no longer
interested in it. Brad did the same, keeping his eyes on her. After a moment,
she had to look away, and stared at the floor while she shuffled her feet.
“What’s
the matter? You can’t look at me?”
Jillian
shrugged, still shy. “It’s just so strange.”
“It’s
okay,” he said. “I think I’m going to bend you over this couch and fuck you
from behind. What would you think of that?”
Her
mouth dropped open in shock, but she spun around and faced the back of the
couch quickly enough to leave no doubt she was willing and wanting.
Brad
pushed on her back to get her bent over and then pulled up on her hips so her
ass popped further out. He found her wet and heated when he felt between her
legs. Her hot pussy was in sharp contrast to her skin still cool from the pool
water. He grabbed her bikini bottoms and yanked them down her thighs. She
wiggled her legs a little to help him pull them down her legs until she could
eagerly kick them off her feet.
He
wanted to see how she would react to a simple, hard fucking. He had a pretty
good feeling it was exactly what she wanted, but needed to know for sure before
going any farther into ‘kink land’ with her.
Easily
pushing his rock-hard cock into her slick heat, he took a firm handhold of her
rounded hips and started to give her hard, deep thrusts. Jillian pushed her ass
back, meeting his thrusts and moaning loud enough to echo through the entire
first floor.
Brad
was in complete control of himself this time. Each stroke was deliberately
placed with a steady rhythm. He was an experienced enough lover to tell from
the sounds she made and the way her muscles clenched on his cock if he was
hitting all her right spots. He gave her a sharp jab of his cock, her tits
nearly bouncing out of her bikini top from his bucking hips. She gave a
particularly loud squeal while her legs nearly buckled from the feelings he was
giving her.
Keeping
the angle exactly the same, he started thrusting into her even harder than
before, slamming up against her ass hard enough to make her thighs quake. Since
he had always tried to protect Jillian, it was tough to really let himself go
with her. He