Scarlett Fucks her Famous Brother Ch. 04 - Sex Stories

Scarlett Fucks her Famous Brother Ch. 04

As soon as John and Amber left the room, the curious reporters dispersed like mice fleeing from a bright light.

Amber and John exchanged a smile. "Let's get out of here," he mumbled as he seized her hand.

She laughed breathlessly. "You said it."

John virtually dragged Amber behind him as he marched out of the building, tightening his hold on her hand.

The sky was cloudy, and the crisp air smelled of snow.

Amber followed John into his dark blue Ford pickup across the parking lot. He assisted her in getting into the taxi by opening the passenger door. She looked over her shoulder and saw him staring down at her legs, which were covered in sheer black tights with vertical stripes, when a throaty groan tore from his throat.

Her stomach twitched as he licked his bottom lip, his eyes sparkling with a sharp need.

She observed as he shut her door, turned around the truck, and slipped into the driver's seat.

His tongue darted in and out of her mouth as he twisted his hips and ground himself against her. She felt a spiral of yearning as her nipples pounded. She fumbled open his belt buckle and tore at his button fly as she went for it. Simultaneously, his hands slipped beneath her skirt and ran up the backs of her thighs, cupping her ass.

He roughly pushed her pants to one side and rubbed his thumb against her clitoral area before she could grab his cock in her fingers. As he massaged the delicate nerve bundle, she gave a quick gasp and arched her spine. He ...

... released her clit and inserted his finger into her.

She braced her hand on his shoulder and rode his pushing finger, whimpering and moaning. She reached inside his boxer briefs with her other hand and fisted the length of his shaft, which was throbbing.

"Jesus," he exclaimed.

They writhed together, groaning with delight as they locked eyes and masturbated each other. The air smelled of their excitement, a rich odor that heightened Amber's senses. John's cock was dripping with precum, slicking her palm as she jacked him off.

His eyes flaming with want, he rasped, "I can't wait anymore." "I have to be inside of you."

Her crotch erupted. "and I want you inside of me," she sighed.

A sharp shiver went through his massive frame. She gasped as he grabbed her underwear and tore it off. Then he pushed his underwear and pants halfway down his thick thighs, raising his hips in the process.

Her breathing was laboring, and her heart was pounding. Her need was almost overwhelming.

"Aw fuck." He said it in a hoarse whisper. "I am not carrying any condoms."

They had previously engaged in unprotected intercourse, albeit mostly in the shower. "It's fine, she said."

He gave her a hopeful glance. "Are you certain?"

"Fuck me, John."

All he needed to hear was that.

He caught her by the hips, pushed her up onto his erection, and ran his slick cock's head back and forth along her slit. She shivered and moaned as the delicious contact fired heat from that region ...