Page 21 of Claimed By my Stepbrother
Sirena’s hand is clasped in mine as we walk to the spa. When we arrive, an attendant is waiting to take her into the changing room and then into the massage room. I’ve arranged to be the one to give her a full-body massage, unwilling to let anyone else touch her.
Two hot stones are waiting, and I sprinkle a custom aromatherapy oil on them before using them on her body. Each moan I pull from her fills me with pride and makes me painfully hard.
Knowing no one is watching, let my hands wander under the narrow towels covering her hidden treasures. Her ass arches into my touch, and I skim a finger down her cleft to her entrance, circling gently, finding her drenched.
“Fuck baby, your pussy is so wet,” I moan, letting my finger sink into her slick heat. “Do you need me to clean you up before we go to lunch?” she bucks backward in response, the towel falling off her hips.
“Mmm, Daddy always did like dessert first,” I say, leaning over, biting her ass cheek, eliciting a gasp that quickly turns into a series of aroused moans as my tongue explores her pussy from behind.
My hands hold her still as I lick her, dragging my flattened tongue from her clit to her asshole.
“Knox!” she shouts, as my tongue circles her asshole.
“Will you let me fuck you here one day?” I muse, chuckling when she freezes. “Not today, babygirl. We don’t have time for that.” I lick her again, moving one hand to her pussy and inserting a finger inside of her. “But, someday. I think you’d like that. I know I would.” Her pussy grips my finger, tightening as she absorbs my words. “Mmm, yes. Come for Daddy,”
I add another finger and bite her ass cheek again, enjoying her responsiveness. Withdrawing my fingers, I lean down, licking her again, pulling her clit into my mouth and nibbling as I circle one of my arousal-soaked fingers around her asshole, teasing it.
“Fuck, Knox! Yes!” she screams, covering my face with her release. I clean every drop of her up, enjoying her moans as I feast.
“That’s the best dessert I’ve ever had, baby,” I say, licking my fingers clean and standing up.
We stumble out of the changing room, finally dressed and able to keep our hands to ourselves and make our way to Molto Italiano for a delicious lunch. We walk around the casino to digest, and I take her to see Uncle Arman’s sharks.
The next part of my surprise, much to Sirena’s chagrin, is shopping at the Aphrodite Mall. One of our exclusive stores has some dresses that I need to see her in, so I pull her inside despite her protests.
We look through the selections, and I discreetly motion to an attendant to have pieces we like taken to the dressing room.
“I need to see this on you,” I laugh as I hand over a floor-length, bright green dress with pleats and puffy sleeves, making her giggle. In all honesty, it’s costumey and straight out of the eighteen-hundreds, but I can’t help it. I live to see her smile.
We go to the private dressing room, and I get comfortable on the velvet chaise as she crawls her way into the garment.I guess if she likes it we could have some fun role-playing pioneer sex…
She ducks under the curtain and steps up onto the dais, looking at herself in the mirrors. “Oh, wow. I feel like Scarlett O’Hara.”
My brows knit in confusion. “Who?”
“Scarlett O’Hara. FromGone with the Wind?It’s a classic. You’ve never heard of it?”
“Can’t say that I have,” I confess. “I think we may have differing definitions of what constitutes a classic.”
“Oh, yeah? What meets your criteria?” she asks, tilting her head.
“Easy.Rocky. It’s the best movie of all time,” I state matter-of-factly.
“Rocky? Really? That’s what you're going to go with?” she asks, smirking.
“Hell, yeah. It has its own franchise with nine movies. Does your movie have that?” I question teasingly.
Her shoulders fall as her smile twists. “Well, no, there is a sequel, but it’s not very good.”
She spins one final time before stepping down. “Wanna try on the red one next? I’ve got a good feeling,” I say, already envisioning tearing it off of her body later.
By the time we leave the mall—several hours later—we’re both exhausted. All of Sirena’s choices, and a few she knows nothing about, will be delivered to the penthouse later.
As night falls over the city, Sirena and I change into our suits and head up to the private rooftop pool. Earlier, I called in a favor and had fairy lights strung up all around, giving an ethereal quality to the warm night air.
The sounds of the Vegas nightlife drift softly up to us, but our focus is locked on each other. Sirena is stunning in and out of everything she wears, but the emerald green bikini contrasts perfectly with her fair skin and fiery hair, giving her a Celtic goddess vibe.
I bring up a playlist on my phone, connecting it to the rooftop sound system. At the bar top of the outdoor kitchen, Sirena begins to move involuntarily, the dancer in her undeniable. I walk up behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist and moving my body with hers, grinding my hard cock into her delectable backside.
