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  Wet & Ready (40 Book Mega Bundle)

  Olivia R. Gasm

  Published by Olivia R. Gasm

  All characters and events in this story are fictitious.

  Any characters participating in sexual acts are at least 18 years of age and not related by blood, even if not stated within the text.

  And as always... Enjoy!

  Table of Contents

  Forbidden and Hard

  Punishment & Reward

  My Big Hard CEO

  Lusty Desire

  Manly Menage

  Taken Hard in the Jungle

  Taste of Princess

  Going Deep Hard and Fast

  Bratty Desire for the Hero

  Riding Hard with Her Man

  Hard Treat for Princess

  Stretched by Two from Behind

  Untouched from Behind

  Finally With Him

  Spread Wide Open from Behind

  Caught Wet & Guilty

  Stuffed By Him

  Stretched By Him

  Wet And Pregnant

  Step Inside

  Step is Too Big

  Wet Dreams of Step

  My Big Black Step

  Stretched By My Step

  Wet For My Step

  Hard Step in Paris

  A Filling, Hard Surprise

  Stretched Wide on the Cruise

  Wet and Untouched

  Spread by Him

  Princess from Behind

  Shared from Behind

  Spread from Behind

  Sharing the Princess

  Big & Hard from Behind

  Hard for Two

  His Little Tease

  Surprised Hard from Behind

  Taken Hard for the First Time

  Doubled Down Hard from Behind

  Note From The Author

  Mailing List

  Copyright 2015

  Forbidden and Hard

  I had a crazy dream last night. I dreamt that I was fucking Vincent, my stepfather, and that he knew exactly what he was doing... His tongue up and down my slit, licking, sucking, taking me in with a hunger I’d never seen before. Right before I reached an orgasm, there’d been a loud bang on my door and I’d woken up.

  “Claire!” My mother had screamed angrily from the other side of the door. “Get up now! We’re going to be late, and it’s all because of you!”

  I screamed something back and then promptly rolled over onto my side, feeling my pussy throb pleasantly between my legs. My breathing was fast and sharp still, and there was cold sweat all over my bare body. I wanted nothing more than to close my eyes and go back to sleep. Back to dreaming about Vincent, and his broad, muscular shoulders…

  But I’d gotten up eventually—much to my own dismay—and now I was sitting in church and watching Vincent and my mother stare lovingly into each other’s eyes. Except I wasn’t watching them, I was watching Vincent. More precisely, I was watching Vincent’s perfectly round, muscular behind. Mmm, man butt, I thought.

  “God, could this ceremony be any longer?” I texted my best friend Emily. “At least I got Vincent’s ass to look at while I wait.”

  Less than a minute later, my phone vibrated in my hand. It was Emily, already back with a response. “Lol, you’re lucky to have such a sexy stepfather.” She wrote, complete with heart-eyed smiley faces. “I swear if he wasn’t, I’d have fucked his brains out long ago…”

  “I had the craziest dream about him last night,” I wrote and went on to tell her all about the juicy details; including how wet I’d been when I woke up, and how much I wish it hadn’t been a dream.

  “Jealoouuus,” Emily wrote back. “That’s further than I’ll ever get with him! Oh my god, you should totally take a picture of his butt and send it to me. For… reasons.”

  I snickered to myself and went to type a response, but was interrupted by someone clearing their throat loudly right next to my left ear. I glanced at the side and was given a stern look by a lady I’d never met before, but from the beach-blonde hair and grumpy aura I could only assume that she was related to my mother.

  “Oh, I’m just taking a picture of the happy couple!” I said and smiled innocently.

  My phone wasn’t pointed towards the couple, though, it was aimed towards Vincent. To be precise, it was zoomed in on his butt. I snapped a few good pictures and sent them forward to Emily, along with a descriptive comment about what I’d do to him if he wasn’t my stepfather. Is that weird? I thought as I put my phone back into my pocket. Maybe. I don’t care.

  * * *

  Many hours later, I was lying on the bed in ‘my’ room. My mother had insisted on getting married in the town she grew up in, despite it being two hours away, and we’d checked in to a hotel overnight. It wasn’t that bad, though, because Vincent had spent a good sum of his money to book the best hotel in town. They got the honeymoon suite, and I got my very own room on the other end of the hallway. I’d even brought up a plate of leftover dinner, which was a lot more enjoyable now that I got to eat in silence.

  At least today’s not all bad, I thought and reached into my suitcase to pull out a book to read while I ate. What I really wanted was to text Emily and ask if she enjoyed the pictures that I sent her, but my phone was nowhere to be seen. I’d already looked all over my room, and it was clear that it wasn’t there.

  I wonder if I left it in the reception downstairs? I thought and furrowed my brows. I guess I’ll go check once things have quieted down a little bit more.

  After finishing my food, I rolled over onto my back and continued reading. I’d read about half a chapter when I could hear heavy footsteps walking down the hallway outside, followed by a gentle knock on my door. Huh, I wonder who that could be?

  “Come in,” I called out and set the book down next to me on the bed. “It’s unlocked.”

  The door swung open slowly, and no other than Vincent himself poked his head inside. He was still wearing his black tuxedo, albeit slightly wrinkled from all the dancing by now, and there was a strange look on his face. He’s upset, I realized.

  “Can I come in?” He asked and gestured towards my room. “I’d like to talk to you about something.”

  “Sure,” I shrugged. “What is it?”

  Sighing, Vincent took a step into my room and closed the door carefully. Now, I could see that he was holding something in his hand.

  “My phone!” I let out gleefully. “You found it. Where was it?”

  “It was next to your empty plate,” He mumbled. “I noticed that you left without taking it, so I went to grab it for you when I saw some… things.”

  “…what things?” I asked slowly.

  Vincent held up my phone and unlocked it, and I immediately realized what he had seen. The question was: how could he have seen my chat or my pictures, when the screen was locked and everything minimized?

  “God, could this be any more boring?” Vincent read out loud with a sour look on his face. “At least I got Vincent’s ass to look at while I wait.”

  He looked at me and I shrugged my shoulders, smiling coyly. I had nothing to say in my defense—the ceremony was boring, and Vincent’s ass did look magnificent in that suit.

  “I had the craziest dream about him last night,” Vincent continued. “I dreamt that he was on top of me and…” He paused for a moment before continuing with a shaking voice. “His head was between my legs and his hands were gripping my thighs so hard it left red marks. And those weren’t the only marks he left on me, either…”

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p; When he got to the part about how he looked like a beast viciously munching on my pussy, I couldn’t help but to snicker. That seemed to wake Vincent out of his reading-trance, and he quickly looked up and stopped reading.

  “This isn’t funny, Claire,” He said frustratedly. “I’m your stepfather, you can’t be saying these things about me to your friends! That’s not right. Oh, for goodness sake…” He muttered when I didn’t stop laughing. “What’s so funny?”

  “Well…” I cleared my throat and held my laughter back. “If it’s so bad, why are you reading the whole thing? It’s not like I don’t remember what I wrote a few hours ago.” I said and shot him a meaningful look.

  Vincent’s face turned bright red, and the redness quickly spread onto his throat and all the way to the tips of his ears. “I— well, but…” He stammered.

  Giggling, I rolled onto my stomach and lifted myself up on my elbows. My breasts became propped together, practically bursting out of my low-cut top. “It’s like you’re enjoying it or something,” I said and smiled. “…are you?”

  “That’s… of course not!” Vincent said sternly. “That would be completely, utterly, and without a doubt very, very wrong.” He paused for a moment, staring stubbornly straight into my eyes without letting his gaze wander down onto my cleavage. “And even if I was—which I am not saying that I am, mind you—I am happily married to your mother.”

  “Mhm,” I said and rolled my eyes. “If you love her so much, why aren’t you in there consummating your marriage?” I nodded in the direction of their suite, where I knew my mother had just gone by herself.

  “Why are you saying these things about me?” Vincent countered, waving my phone in his hand. “Where… where did you even learn these things?”

  “Answer my question first, and maybe I’ll answer yours.” I said.

  “That’s typically not how these things work.” Vincent muttered.

  “Well, if you didn’t notice… this isn’t exactly a typical situation.”

  “Right,” Vincent sighed deeply and sat down in the chair by the door. “She’s… tired, alright? She had a headache, whatever.”

  “Bullshit,” I spat out. “Tired? She was just dancing and practically jumping up and down half an hour ago.”

  “Fine,” Vincent said. “She’s been acting differently. I thought it was just wedding jitters at first, but… it still hasn’t gone away. The grumpiness, that is. Has she mentioned to you if she’s been having cold feet, or something like that?”

  “Oh,” I mumbled, feeling a pang of sadness for Vincent. While I’d known about my mother’s hidden foul personality since I was old enough to walk, he was just now finding out about it. “No… no, she didn’t mention anything.”

  A part of me wanted to lie to him and say yes, and then have Vincent all to myself. But I couldn’t do that to him. He didn’t deserve it. “She’s… kind of just like that.” I mumbled. “I’m sorry.”

  “…Oh.” Vincent sort of slumped together in the chair, staring down at my phone in his hand. After a moment he moved his hand and unlocked it, scrolling through my chat with Emily with a curious look on his face. “Is my ass really that nice?” He asked after a moment and looked up.

  “Well…” I grinned widely. “It’s a bit fat, don’t you think?”

  “What?” Vincent scoffed. “That’s all muscle, Claire. You know I do a lot of squats!”

  “I know,” I giggled. “I’m just teasing you.”

  “Yeah, yeah, of course you are,” He said, and a soft smile appeared on his face. “You just love teasing me, don’t you?”

  “I can’t help that it’s more fun to tease you than anyone else.” I said with a shrug.

  “Tsk,” Vincent’s smile widened. “So, how about you answer my question now? After all, I answered yours.”

  “I guess that’s fair.” I said slowly.

  “Mhm,” Vincent agreed. “Why did you say those things about me to Emily?”

  “Because…” I paused for a moment. Am I really having this conversation with my stepfather? I thought. “…it’s true? You’re sexy as fuck. I mean… for an old guy.” I added with a wink. I couldn’t handle the thought of complimenting him without teasing him a bit, too. Otherwise he might get too cocky!

  “You’re pretty sexy too…” Vincent mumbled. “For a… ah… forget it, pretend that I didn’t say that.”

  “No, tell me!” I insisted. “What were you going to say?”

  “For a…” Vincent hesitated for a moment. “Damn, I can’t believe I’m saying this, but… You’re pretty fucking sexy, considering you’re supposed to be my stepdaughter.”

  A pink flush had risen over his neck, and he was pulling at his tie like it was slowly strangling him to death.

  “You know…” I said and slowly got up from the bed and walked towards him, his eyes following my every move like a hawk. “I think you deserve to do something special on your wedding night…” I said and placed my hand over his chest, stroking it slowly.

  “O-oh?” Vincent seemed flustered, but made no move to remove my hand, not even when it started unbuttoning his shirt. “Claire… what are you doing?” He asked quietly. “What if someone sees us?”

  I reached out and twisted the door knob behind his back, locking the door. “There,” I said and grinned. “Nobody will ever know.”

  “God, the things you do to me, Claire…” Vincent grunted. “Like you strutting around with that cleavage wasn’t enough to tempt me already. I just can’t resist you.”

  “What if I said you don’t have to resist anymore?”

  I continued working on his buttons, opening them all slowly one by one until I reached the last one. My hands went in under his shirt, stroking his hairy, muscular chest while my heart pounded in my chest. So this is what he feels like, I thought and smiled softly. His skin is a lot smoother than I imagined.

  “Then… I would be one very, very happy man.” Vincent chuckled. His hand reached around my head and gripped my hair, jerking my head backwards and forcing me to look up into his eyes. He was grinning deviously, with hunger and need shining from his eyes. “You want to be my little whore? Huh?”

  He said the last word while pulling my hair back again, causing me to let out a surprised gasp. I was surprised by his sudden assertiveness—it was a side of him that I’d never seen before, but definitely wanted to see more of. Still looking up into Vincent’s eyes, I nodded.

  “Say it,” He commanded.

  “Yes,” I said and nodded eagerly, sending my fringe flying into my eyes. I could feel a surge wash over my body, making my bottom lip shiver and my pussy throb warmly. “I want to be your little whore, Vincent.”

  “Then get on your knees and suck my cock.” Vincent said and let go of my hair.

  “Okay… daddy,” I winked at him.

  “Yeah, I’m your daddy alright,” Vincent agreed and ran his fingers through my hair while he pushed me down onto my knees. “And you’re my perfect, sexy little whore.”

  There was a huge bulge in his pants, clearly visible even through the thick fabric of his dark blue suit pants. I ran my hands up and down the sides of his thick thighs before slipping one finger underneath the seam and slowly pulling them down. Underneath, the bulge was even bigger. I could see the outline of Vincent’s cock lying against his leg, pressed back by his underwear. It was enormous.

  “Oh wow,” I let out with a giggle. “I didn’t know you were hiding such a monstrous snake in your pants this whole time.”

  Vincent chuckled and flexed the muscles in his cock, causing the fabric to stretch around it as it moved. “Do touch it,” He said. “I promise it doesn’t bite… though, it might spit.”

  I hooked my finger around the seam of his boxers and pulled them down over his hips. His cock sprung free, long and thick, glistening at the top like a jewel on the end of a scepter. I took it in my hand gently, wrapping my fingers around the base and pulling the foreskin up and down a few times. My fingers reached ar
ound—but barely—and it felt warm and soft against my skin.

  “I don’t know if I’ll be able to fit this into my mouth!” I admitted uncertainly. “You’re a lot bigger than I expected. Like… a lot lot.”

  “You haven’t even tried yet,” Vincent pointed out. “Come on… try seeing if it fits before you say no.”

  “I wasn’t saying no,” I said quickly. The last thing I wanted was to pass up Vincent’s cock, but at the same time I was worried I’d be unable to please him. My mouth was pretty small—and even smaller in comparison to his massive dick. At worst, I might end up hurting him. “I was just… well, okay. I’ll try.”

  With Vincent’s cock firmly grasped in my hand, I moved my head forward. I ran my tongue around the outside of my lips before opening my mouth as far as it would go, and took the tip of his cock in my mouth. I could feel my lips stretch around his thickness, but at least it went in.

  “Yeah…” Vincent groaned. “That’s a good whore. Can you go deeper?”

  His hand was on top of my head, scratching my scalp and playing with my hair. When I moved my lips further down over his cock, he let out a loud moan and gripped a handful of my locks. I could feel my pussy lips swell and flush with arousal, and a slight wetness appearing in between my legs.

  His cock slipped further and further into my mouth until I could finally feel it hit the back of my throat. My lips were only half-way down his shaft so far, so I used my hand to stroke the half that I couldn’t reach. At the same time, my tongue was swirling around the tip of Vincent’s cock in big circles, making him shiver and pant loudly.

  “Christ,” Vincent grunted. “You’re so… hngh…” He let go of my hair and moved his hand backwards to grab my chin and gently tilt it upwards. “Look at me,” He said.

  And I did. With his cock still in my mouth, stretching my lips beyond recognition, I looked up and met his eyes. The way he looked at me sent a shiver down my spine, and by now my panties were absolutely soaking wet. I was almost uncomfortably wet, and I wanted nothing more than to push Vincent down onto the bed and take his big, fat cock inside of me.

  “Do you want to be a really good whore?” Vincent asked.