A Taboo Romance With A Billionaire Part 2 of 2 Page 2

  After several deep breaths, standing outside Mac's bedroom, I force an empty smile onto my face before I open the door and hesitantly stick my head in. "Yes?" I ask tentatively.

  "Why don't you come over here, Amelia?" Mac says with a warmth that is more than I could have hoped for. I was ready to face disappointment and disgust, but all there is is the warmth that I need right now. Still hesitant, and with shame weighing down on me, I enter, painfully aware of his eyes on me. Maybe he thinks I just need a serious talk, not be made to feel ashamed of myself.

  "Yes, Mac?" I say, standing stiffly at a respectable distance from his bed.

  "Why don't you sit down?" Mac says.

  Silently I sit down, ready for that serious talk that will tell me that I really need to grow up. Looking down, I feel nothing like the grown woman that I thought I was. More like a silly little girl who just had her heart broken.

  "About that surprise?" Mac says, and my cheeks and ears instantly start to burn with a shame that grows stronger by the second, unshed tears welling up and ready to spill over.

  "I'm sorry ," I murmur, my voice barely audible.

  "I was hoping to get it a lot sooner than my birthday," Mac says.

  For a moment, I think I've heard wrong, then my head shoots up to study his expression. What I see is enough to breathe new life in my broken heart. Where a moment before I felt nothing but heartache, I'm now back to a woman with a racing heart that heats up my chest. Warmth explodes in my belly, reigniting the fire between my legs.

  The intensity of Mac's stare takes my breath away, his eyes a mixture of warmth and lust. Silently we look into each other's eyes for what seems like forever, everything we feel expressed through them.

  Mac

  Moving my arm is a pain, my shoulder killing me, but I don't care. I guess I could ask her to sit on the other side of the bed, where my good arm is, but that would ruin the moment, and I've done that enough already.

  "Mac…"

  "Hush," I say, wishing I had full mobility. Grateful too that I don't. None of this would have happened if I hadn't broken the bones that put me in this bed. Relief washes over me the moment my hand comes to rest on Amelia's thigh, her flesh soft and warm.

  After I realized how she had totally misinterpreted my response to her sensuous gesture, it placed me with my back against the wall. Leaving me with a simple choice: get real and deal with the situation or walk away. Baby steps be damned.

  Sliding my hand up her thigh, the screaming pain in my shoulder is nothing but a background feeling to the lust that is already there, increasing more the higher up my hand slides. Halfway up her inner thigh, I stop, hesitant to continue. As much as I'd love to, I still have trouble believing that doing this with my own stepsister is acceptable.

  "Higher," Amelia whispers, parting her legs for me to show she means it, her cheeks flushed and her eyes full of life. The same eyes that shut tight when the tip of my fingers make contact with her panties. Moaning, she bites her lip, the furrow between her eyebrows and the way she pushes her hips forward telling me all I need to now. Another inch and I can feel the blazing heat of her pussy.

  "So, you think this old guy can have his gift sooner?"

  Amelia

  I'm walking on clouds over here, my pussy drooling and spasming at top capacity. My heart is high on that rosy feeling that has eluded it for so long. I could sit like this forever, Mac's hand near my leaking pink snatch. But I want more. So much more.

  Opening my eyes, part of me is scared this was all just a dream, but one look at Mac assures me that I'm not dreaming. His hand is still between my legs and there is no misreading the look in his eyes or the way his square jaw is set. The look of a man ready to devour the woman he has set his sights on.

  "I'll have to think about that, Mac," I say slowly, unable to resist the temptation to tease him.

  "What?" Mac says, wide-eyed.

  "Well, the kind of surprise I had in mind, old man," I say; oh, be still, my beating heart. "You may not be up for it." Savoring the frustration in Mac's face, I teasingly add, "Physically, that is."

  "This old man can handle anything you throw at him," Mac says like a fighter challenging his rival.

  "Oh really?" I say, all husky and hot. Leaning forward, I reduce the space between our lips to only inches, my hand happy to find its way back to that rock hard stomach of his.

  "Try me," Mac says through clenched teeth, gravel in each word.

  "Is that a challenge, Mac?" I say, raising one eyebrow questioningly, my nipples tightening as my hand slides down further, not stopped by a silly pillow.

  Mac doesn't hesitate to inform me it is.

  "Challenge accepted," I whisper, ready to stroke out. Lightheaded, my hand stops the moment it makes contact with the stirring hardness of his cock, my heart skipping a beat.

  After a short pause, my fingers start exploring the hard and fat cock that my pussy is aching for, my mind crashing and jaw dropping as the size of that thing registers. Swallowing hard, thrilled at the fatness in my hand, I can't help but give it a light squeeze, my confidence building when Mac grunts in response.

  Not thinking, I press my lips against his, lips that part instantly. His tongue shoots out and so does mine. The kiss is long and deep; raw. And as much as I want it to last forever, I still pull back.

  "Amelia," Mac says like a man suffering.

  "I'll be right back, Mac," I say, planting butterfly kisses on his lips between each word.

  "Why?" Mac asks, not understanding why his naughty stepsister is playing hard to get.

  "Because I need to wrap up your present."

  "Oh."

  "Don't go anywhere, sir," I say, all nurse again. Rising, I'm happy to stick my chest out and show off the cleavage that is there just for him. No longer regretting being dressed like a horny nurse, I'm only too happy to rock my hips for the man I love on the way out.

  Mac

  When Amelia returns, her breasts bouncing with each step, her long legs are wrapped in a pair of stockings. And there is a bottle of what look like massage oil in her right hand, a not so subtle hint of what she has in mind for me.

  "Sir," she says, very formally. Nurse-like.

  "Yes, nurse?"

  "It is time for your massage," Amelia says, placing the bottle on the nightstand.

  "Of course." Don't think, I tell myself as Amelia unceremoniously removes the pillow, not showing any sign of shock when she calmly takes in the moving tent my hard-on creates. With the pillow in both hands, she walks around the bed and to the couch.

  "Are you happy with me so far, sir? I only recently graduated, and I still have a lot to learn to become the best nurse I can be," Amelia says. Bending over with her legs kept straight, she places the pillow on the couch with exaggerated care, presenting me with a clear sight on her swollen pink pussy, shiny with a layer of her own juices.

  With a tremble in voice, I tell her how very pleased I am. "I think you’re a great nurse already," I add.

  "Great!" Amelia says. Turning around, she pushes her breasts out to the point I believe I'll be lucky and they'll break free from the restraints of her uniform. But no such luck yet. Not that I'm complaining as I watch her return to my side, hips rocking and breasts shaking all the way, her lust filled eyes on me.

  "And I hope you know that I am here to please, sir," she says in a husky voice. "So if there is ever anything you really need," Amelia says, leaning forward to showcase most of her naked breasts, "anything at all, don't hesitate to ask."

  "Anything?" I ask, with the disbelief of a kid who was just told he can have all the toys in the toy store.

  Our eyes locked, Amelia mouths, "Anything." Giving me the key to her heart and a body that could seduce a saint without breaking a sweat. At a loss for words, and unable to take charge with bones that need to heal. Her hands pull the sheet back and not a word is said about the hard-on that speaks for itself.

  Amelia

  High on hormones and a happiness tha
t I thought I would never feel, I try to act casual. But seeing Mac's blood engorged cock stir beneath the hospital gown is enough to give me pause. One thing is for certain, it is big. Really big. Long and fat, and it makes my wet, aching snatch throb and cry to have a good feel of it. A really good feel of it.

  But as I pull Mac's hospital gown up, fear joins the excitement that shoots through my blonde pussy when I see it in all its naked glory, and my jaw just drops. Blinking, my legs start to shake so badly that I fear I might just drop to the floor.

  The thought of all that hard, pulsating cockmeat stretching me out and filling me up makes me wonder if maybe I'm in for more cock than my pussy can handle. It is at least nine inches long and its smoothness is only broken by thick veins that supply it with the blood that makes it stand tall, coloring the broad head a deep red.

  But as impressive and intimidating as its length is already, it is the thickness that makes my heart flutter in my chest and sends a longing through my leaking pussy that is almost too much to bear. One look is all I need to know that there is simply no way I'll be able to wrap my fingers fully around Mac's fat fuckpole. Mindlessly, as in a trance, I bend over, Mac's fat cock is pulling my lips close like a magnet.

  The feel of his hard abdominal muscles beneath one hand barely registers, nor does the sigh that escapes from between parted lips. The feel of his hand on my ass does, though. But most of all, it is the way his warm, hard cock feels in my hand when I grab it tight. To my fear and delight, the monster instantly responds to my touch by swelling even more, triggering an explosion of heat between my shaking legs. I've never been this wet.

  When a fat drop of pre-cum appears at the tip, my tongue shoots out instinctively, lapping it up like the cum-craving woman that I've become. Eyes closed, I savor my first taste of cum as if it is an exquisite wine, already knowing I want more of it.

  "If you have areas that need special attention, sir," I say, my voice as unsteady as the legs beneath me. "Don't hesitate to…" Too dizzy and lightheaded to say more, I just sigh, my spasming pussy aching unbearably.

  "Oil," I mumble after a long pause filled with Mac's deep breathing and my heartbeat in my ears.

  Releasing the heavy pounds of cockmeat that my snatch is crying out for, I eye the bottle of massage oil that I placed on the nightstand on the other side of the bed. Now, a woman still in control of her faculties would walk around the bed, but I'm not that woman. I'm that other woman. The woman who is seeing her most secret and longed for dream become reality. A woman whose thinking is led by a hormone level that is way into the danger zone and a heart that needs to share herself with the man she loves and desires. Badly.

  Climbing on bed, I place one leg on each side of Mac's chest, my ass facing his way and a fresh wave of blood flushing my neck and face at the knowledge that Mac has a free view of my swollen, leaking, cock-craving, pink snatch.

  "Feel free to hold on to me for support, sir," I say, reaching for the oil. Bless Mac for not wasting time in putting his good arm to use.

  Sighing, I welcome his hand on my leg, praying he'll take care of the emergency area that needs his full attention. Shaking my ass, I push my hips back and down, reducing the distance between his lips and my throbbing pussy, counting on his lips to quench the fire that is burning out of control.

  Mac doesn't disappoint. Pleasure shoots through my contracting snatch and clit like an electrical current the moment his tongue makes contact, reducing me to an even greater mess of horniness. Maybe that is what happens if you stay a virgin too long?

  A layer of sweat breaks to the surface from head to toe and I start rocking my hips lustfully. Each time Mac's tongue runs over the full length of my private lips, I shiver, and the moment he makes contact with my clit moan. It is the kind of moan that can easily be mistaken for suffering. And I am. I'm suffering the pleasure that his fast and strong tongue triggers as he explores the folds of my leaking pussy, all leading to a tear-popping finale that has me gasping and biting down on my lip as his lips embrace my pulsating clit.

  "Oh God," I cry out, pushing my spasming snatch down hard, my hands clawing the sheet. "Sir, you're going to make me cum," I cry, tears freely flowing as ecstasy ripples through me in waves, each one more powerful than the one preceding it; each wave removing a layer of inhibitions until I'm left bare, reduced to my most primal self. It reveals a woman whose burning pussy, her cunt, has made her unaccountable for her actions.

  "Sweet Jesus, yes! God!" I cry, words I'd never have said if it weren't for Mac's tongue. "Yes! Keep licking that hot pussy, sir! Faster!" I say, my hands tearing my uniform open to gain access to the stiff nipples that need pinching. "Oh fuck, yes! Yes! Suck that clit, sir!" Those are the insanities that escape until stars explode in my mind.

  Crying, rocking my hips and lewdly rubbing my wet snatch over Mac's mouth like a bitch in heat, my body shamelessly celebrates the orgasm he is responsible for. By the time I come down from the height of my orgasm, my clit hyper-sensitive, Mac's tongue on my pussy is like he's touching on open nerve, sending more pleasure through me than my body and brain can handle.

  "Mercy," I pant, but the woman who finally sees the man she loves surrender himself to her doesn't want mercy. She wants this to be just the beginning.

  "I'm sorry, nurse," Mac says, his voice hoarse and thick, "but I figured that there's nothing that a professional nurse like you can't handle."

  "Just need a moment to catch my breath, sir" I pant. "This nurse is new to this," I add in a whisper. There, my little secret is out. I'm a virgin, Mac! Yes, you just made your virgin stepsister orgasm with that skilled tongue and those perfect lips of yours.

  "New?" Mac says, the single word laced with surprise.

  "New, sir," I say. The silence that follows speaks volumes. Giggling, I resist the temptation to ask Mac if he'd ever imagined it would be him who would pluck my cherry.

  "New?" Mac asks again. He sounds like he is hoping he heard wrong.

  Sitting up, I turn around and squat over his fat cock. It feels like a wild animal the way it stirs when I wrap my fingers around. Placing the broad head against my slippery pussy-lips, I'm still scared it is too big, but I’m too horny to care.

  "Like a virgin, sir," I whisper, and with a sigh I sink my hips down. Far enough for the broad head to spread my pussy wider than it feels it was designed for, a mixture of pain and pleasure making it contract powerfully around the invader. Grunting, we lock our eyes on each other, and I push out my chest.

  Mac's eyes narrow and he draws in his breath sharply. I can see and feel his hard muscles tense up, his manhood stirring powerfully inside me as it continues its victory march up my drooling cunt. His stepsister's searing hot pussy. It sounds obscene when put like that; hot too, adding an element of taboo to the experience that I only now realize makes it that much more intense.

  "I hope there are no complaints, sir," I whisper, unshed tears in my eyes as the pleasure builds up again. My drooling pink snatch spasms like crazy around the impossible thickness of the rude invader that is steadily breaking new ground as I sink my hips down further. My hymen tears and I feel I'm about ready to burst with nothing but hard, pulsating, stirring cock inside me, stretching me out to the point of bursting.

  Judging from what I have in my hand, I doubt I have in more than a third and I get dizzy at the thought of how it would feel to have it all inside me. Breathlessly, and with my heart racing, I rock my hips slowly to give my inexperienced pussy the time it needs to adjust to the surreal sensation of being stuffed by its very first cock. The pleasure builds up fast and I can't stop myself from sinking my hips down a little more, my unshed tears finally flowing over as my pussy contracts again as it struggles with the added amount of cock.

  "You like this, sir?" I ask. I sound like a woman suffering badly.

  Mac doesn't reply. He doesn't have to. The intensity of the lust I see etched on his handsome face speaks volumes and is reflected by the way I can feel his manhood stir inside me, again a
nd again. I can see his jaw muscles working hard and, without warning, he takes me by surprises by bucking his lips.

  Feeling another few inches slide in, I sit bolt upright and my head shoots up."Oh my God!" I cry, my leaking cunt releasing more juices to coat Mac's cock. I can tell bucking his hips in a steady rhythm is hurting his broken bones, but I don't see that stopping Mac anymore than my pink snatch's struggle to accommodate the pounds of cockmeat can stop me.

  "This nurse is learning on the job and open to suggestions," I stammer, my body back to trembling like a leaf. Trembling all over, the mixture of pleasure and discomfort is perfect. With eyes closed, horny, I bare my teeth as I push my hips down hard, grunting like an animal when the last inches slide in.

  "Oh my God," I say hoarsely. My pink snatch is going mental and I feel Mac's pulsating cock all the way up my belly. Slowly, so slowly, we resume our slow rhythm. Leaning back, my breasts shake. My tits. I like tits. Normally I don't. But I am horny as fuck and that changes tings. The layer of sweat that covers Mac's skin spreads his musky scent and makes my clit throb.

  "You look stressed, sir," I say, openly rubbing my clit. Again Mac stays silent, his eyes devouring me as I ride him. "Maybe my inexperience is leading me to go too fast for the patient," I say after a long pause, my pussy still spasming badly around the invader that still feels like it is too big. Not that I’d want it any other way. Too big seems like my favorite size.

  "What? No! Wait!" Mac says as I sit up and allow his cock to slide out my slippery snatch. The sound that escapes his mouth as he desperately bucks his hips and tries to sit up is a mixture of pain and frustration.

  "Hush," I say, pushing him down with two hands on his chest. Hands that have no trouble sliding up to cup his handsome face, relishing the feel of the stubble on his cheeks. When my lips find his, our tongues go for each other like desperate lovers determined to make each second last a lifetime.