“Yes, that feels good,” I panted. My stepbrother grinned, exhaling warm air onto my twat and I squirmed, the anticipation killing me. But Mason didn’t make me wait. With another sly grin, he took my clit into his mouth, alternately licking and sucking the hard flesh, making me squirm with lust. I pulled my knees up to give him better access.
“Oh yeah, little girl,” he grunted against my sensitive flesh. “Even higher.”
I obeyed, this time pulling up my legs all the way up so that I could hold my ankles over my head. The position was utterly revealing and Mason didn’t waste a second. With a long lick, he traced his tongue all the way from my back hole to my clit, savoring every inch of juicy pink flesh along the way. I almost lost it right there because I needed him, and I told him with words exactly how much.
“Fuck me,” I breathed, looking down at him while hoisting my ankles up even higher. “Fuck me, fuck me.”
The handsome athlete just smirked, forming two fingers into a missile shape.
“Easy baby, taking me again right now would be rough,” he rumbled. “You’ve been used and you deserve a bit of a break. But I can still make you feel good.” Slowly, he began slicking along my folds until pushing against my hole. First, he tested it with his fingers by sliding two digits inside, starting up a slow rhythm in my passage. Then he massaged my channel, stopping only for a moment to put his fingers in his mouth, tasting my juice.
“Mmm, you’ve been eating well,” he said slyly. “Your cream is delicious.”
I could only toss my head and moan again.
“Mason please,” I breathed, my eyes half-lidded, squirming on the pillow. “More.”
He chuckled in response, the growl a low rumble from deep in his chest. But my gorgeous stepbrother did me good. He fingered me until I was in heaven, playing me like a violin. He touched me everywhere until, with a wild scream, I came on his hand, my sweetness clenching and vibrating on his fingers so hard that I almost broke them off.
“Oh God,” I moaned. “Oh God, oh God! Mmm, fuck,” I grunted, my body fully sated, his digits still deep inside. I’d never felt so good before and I had Mason to thank for my bliss. But turnabout is fair play, so I looked at him with innocent blue eyes.
“Baby, do you want to put it here?” I asked softly, opening my mouth into a perfect “O,” miming a suck.
He growled.
“I’d love to,” he rumbled with a laugh. “But babe, you were so hot I already came,” he said, gesturing to the bedsheets.
With satisfaction I saw that there was a giant wet spot on the mattress, his cock lying flaccid and spent on the smooth sheets. It made me feel powerful because he’d come without me even touching him, and I smiled sweetly.
“Next time then, hon,” I murmured softly, kissing him on the shoulder before getting up onto my hands and knees. “I promise I’ll make it good for you,” I said as I maneuvered my head towards his groin.
He tensed, but I wasn’t headed for his tool. Instead, I bent over and began licking at the pool of come on the mattress, lapping it up like it was the tastiest soup ever. The saltiness hit the back of my throat, and I slurped like a thirsty woman.
“Fuck, you’re dirty,” growled Mason, unable to tear his eyes away as I sipped hungrily. “But I love it so much.”
“I know,” I giggled between slurps, wiggling my ass in his face, the plump flesh jouncing. “I love doing it too.”
I could see how torn my stepbrother was. On the one hand, he wanted to do me again, stat, but on the other, he had a meeting with a potential sponsor. Reluctantly, he got up, spanking my ass, his eyes still glued to my round bottom as he headed for the shower.
“Babe, I need to meet with these losers or my agent’s going to kill me, but you stay here,” he commanded.
“Go ahead,” I said sweetly, my tongue still buried in the bedspread. “Don’t worry because I’m having a good time.”
I giggled to myself as I saw his rod rising even as he disappeared into the bathroom, the shower coming on with a blast. I’d bet a million bucks that Mason was standing under an ice-cold spray, massaging himself with one hand even as he prayed for the stiffy to go down.
Then I sat up, a big smile on my face. Sleeping with my stepbrother has been amazing, and we’re not really related, anyways, so it’s not a big deal. Satisfied, I was just about to hop out of bed when I heard a ping. Oh right, my phone. I fumbled on the bedside table and picked up my iPhone, the screen flashing to life.