Blowing my cold breath over the tip of his cock, I ignore his insistent fist in my hair, and when he stops trying to control me, I finally drop my mouth onto his cock. I open wide and swallow him halfway before pulling back and doing it again, bobbing my head as I set a fast, hard pace.
His hips lift desperately, and his groans spur me on. His legs tremble under my touch as I dig my nails into the tight muscle.
“Shit, that’s it, suck me hard. Good girl.” The praise makes my pussy clench for some reason, as I imagine those husky words whispered in my ear while he rams into my tight wetness. “Yes, fuck, so good, baby girl. Your mouth feels way too fucking good.”
I wiggle on the bed as I swallow him deeper, all the way to my hand, my saliva dripping down his cock. It’s a dirty fucking blowjob, and I’ve never been so turned on in my life or felt the need to work so hard. Usually, I just sit back and enjoy the pleasure, but right now, I’m as wild as he is, needing him to come. This is more than fucking, this is connection, and I couldn’t stop it if I tried, especially when he tugs on my hair.
“Eyes on me, Darling. Let me see those stunning fucking orbs as you suck me off.”
Oh fuck.
My pussy clamps down at the command, at the stark hunger on his handsome face as he watches me. The electricity firing between us in this moment of pleasure awakens something in me, something I had hidden deep, something I had forgotten.
Affection. The intense physical connection of being with someone when it means something, not just fucking for pleasure and feeling dirty after.
“Good girl,” he rasps. “Swallow me whole, let me fill that teasing little mouth.”
His praise makes me wild as he forces me to swallow him faster. Bobbing up and down, I stroke up his leg and cradle his balls, rolling them in my hand. He goes to speak, but it just comes out as a groan, my name on his lips as I swallow him, swallow everything he has to offer in a way no one else will ever be able to.
Every time anyone else tries to suck his cock, he will think of me. Of my lips wrapped around him, of the way I take him to the back of my throat. The way I moan around his length as I bob up and down. The way his hand grips my hair, yanking me down and up, urging me on.
His rhythm falters, and I know he’s close. His abs roll as he tries to hold it back, tries to keep this going, but I don’t want that. I suck harder, humming around him as I squeeze his balls.
“Oh fuck!” he yells, his back coming away from the bed, and then he finally lets go of that last shred of control. His hips rise as he fucks my mouth like I asked, hammering into me as I hold on, and when I squeeze his balls again, he yells, exploding in my mouth. There’s so much I have to swallow over and over. I pull off his cock, shooting his salty cum down my throat, and I let it drip down my chin to my chest like he described.
His eyes are closed, and his head is thrown back. I watch the beauty of his release as he slumps. His eyes flutter open as he pants, meeting my gaze as I lick my lips. “You taste better than I imagined,” I purr, my voice hoarse from his cock.
His chest heaves, coated in sweat, and his leg, which I’m using for balance, still shakes as he watches me with shock and something else. Reaching down lovingly, he swipes his thumb along my lip, catching a drop of his cum. I turn my head, capture his thumb in my mouth, and suck it clean, making him grunt before he drags me up by my hair and smashes his lips to mine. But tonight isn’t about me.
It’s about him.
Is there anything hotter than seeing a powerful, sexy man lose all control because of you? No, so even though my pussy is dripping, and I’m turned on from watching him come apart, I know I’ll leave.
I kiss him back before slipping from his grasp. Bray sits up on his elbows, observing me with a frown. “Where are you going?”
“Back to my room to sleep.” I grin as I grab one of his shirts and pull it on, leaving my clothes on the floor with his.
“Yeah, that’s not fucking happening. I was going to leave you be tonight, but you brought that sexy ass in here and now you aren’t leaving until I’ve fucked every inch of you,” he snarls, leaping to his feet faster than I thought possible. He grabs me and tosses me over his shoulder before throwing me on the bed. I bounce and then he’s there, flipping me onto my front. He pulls my ass into the air as his hand slides down my back to my throat, squeezing hard as he pushes my head down sharply.
“You tasted my cum, now I want to taste yours, Darling.”
His hands push my thighs apart, and he wedges his head between them before he attacks my pussy. I don’t even have time to catch my breath as he licks up my pussy, tasting my cream. He circles my clit before he pulls back slightly. “Fuck, you taste as good as I remember. I didn’t even want to eat after I tasted you on your fingers, wanting to keep your flavour in my mouth forever.”
My hands fist on the sheet as I turn my head, pushing my pussy back. I had every intention of leaving, but I won’t turn down an orgasm.
He eats me like he speaks, confidently and cockily, with teasing strokes of his tongue. He licks my clit before dipping to my pussy and pushing inside, groaning as he tastes me. His fingers brush along my clit, flicking it, and I cry out, so he does it again and again before sliding them down to my hole and pressing them inside.
“Impale yourself,” he demands, his voice muffled between my legs.
I slam back, fucking myself onto them. I groan as they fill my rippling hole. He moans and draws my clit into his mouth, sucking and biting as he pulls his fingers out and pushes them back in, starting a quick rhythm that I push back into. My breasts drag along the sheets, the friction on my nipples only adding to the pleasure pounding through me. My everything is focused on his touch, on his talented tongue as he sweeps it across my nub and pussy. He licks a line from the top of my cunt to my ass and back again, his fingers thrusting inside me.
“Fuck, you taste so good,” he growls. “Look at you dripping for me, Darling. Shit. I’m hard again just from the sight of your little pink pussy. Does it make you wet knowing this is wrong? Knowing I’m your stepbrother and that your little cunt shouldn’t be spread for me like this while I eat you?”
“Your mouth should be too full to talk,” I retort, my voice hoarse even as I clench around his fingers at his dirty words. He’s right, it feels so wrong but so fucking good. We aren’t related, but fuck, the use of the words stepbrother and stepsister have got me feeling all sorts of fucked up and way too turned on. I should be concerned.
Chuckling, he shows me just what that mouth can do, eating me up and fucking me with his fingers at the same time.
Just as I’m about to come, he tears his mouth and fingers from my pussy, leaving me whimpering. I’m flipped again, and his fingers slam back into my cunt as his mouth descends on my nipples. He pushes my breasts together until he can turn his mouth, licking at my nipples as he fucks me with his fingers. My legs wrap around him as I lift my hips. Desire rocks through me higher and higher with each touch of his mouth and fingers.