Page 39 of Jealous Stepbrother
“Touch me, baby. Take it in those pretty hands.”
She obeys and Christ, I want to seize up and melt at the same time. My head feels so heavy it drops my chin to my chest. I’m utterly enraptured watching Scarlett wrap her hands around my dick for the first time.
Up until this instant, I thought the second best thing to fucking her tight pussy was fucking her tits. Now I know different.
It’s feeling the warmth of her hand enclose me in a tight fist.
“Tighter,” I rasp, and she immediately increases the pressure. “Hmm, good girl.” Although I have a feeling the feel of her mouth is going to be even—fuck, I can’t think about that or I’ll blow my wad.
I regulate my breathing with a few deep inhales.
Until she starts to stroke me. I slam my head against the seat. “Fuck.”
Empowered, she increases the motion. Then…sweet Jesus in heaven, she adds the twist at the end. Red flares across my vision. “Where the fuck did you learn that?” I snap, even as my muscles quake with pleasure.
“From…watching you do it.”
I breathe easier. Nod. Pant. “Ah…clever girl. More. Fuck yes, just like that.” I hiss repeatedly as each stroke sends flames licking through my veins. “You’re a damn natural, aren’t you?”
Watching her watch my cock as she pumps threatens to send me deeper into madness. I raise my hips long enough to yank my pants and briefs to my knees. “Stop.”
Surprise freezes her movement.
“Finish undressing me.”
She nods, sits back on her heels and takes my shoes and socks off. Then the pants. Freed from restrictions, I spread mythighs wider and crook my finger at her. “Let’s take this up a notch, yeah?”
Immediately, she shuffles back and wraps her hands around me, and something eases in my chest.
Deep inside I know this is what I’ve wanted all along. What I’ve waited weeks, years for. For her to touch me, suck me, fuck me, want me, of her own free will.
I let her pump and stroke me for another minute.
“I need your mouth now, Scarlett,” I rasp.
A flash of uncertainty wavers over her breathtaking face.
Then she slowly lowers her head. A tentative lick. My fists bunch. Another that drives stars across my vision. Then she sucks my crown into her mouth.
“Jesus Fucking Christ.Again!”
She repeats the motion. Then again. Harder still, until she gets the hang of what makes me hiss and growl.
And I don’t need to remind her.
Her beautiful bottle-green eyes find and fix on mine, knowing what I want from our episodes in her bedroom. From those times when I wonder what the hell I’m waiting for and storm into her room just to hear her recount that single most life-changing moment of my life. To haveherstaring up at me as she lets me fuck her plump and perky tits until I drain my sacs like a wild animal.
Sultry eyes, drowsy with power and desire, drink in my reactions as she pops me out of her mouth, then slides her pink tongue over my veined cock from root to tip and back again.
My balls scream in agony and I have to fight through the red haze of delirium before I regain a modicum of control.
Time to regain some of that power.
Dropping one hand, I slide my fingers to the back of her skull, cup her nape firmly.
Apprehension weaves over her face and she’s almost tentative when she takes me back inside her warm, clever mouth.
“Jesus, you’re already so good at this, aren’t you?” At her tiny hum, I breathe in deep. “Take me deeper now, baby,” I grunt.
