Page 43 of Jealous Stepbrother
“It’s my turn, baby,” I murmur, teasing her, savoring her whimper. “I’m going to eat this pussy until you come all over my face. Then I’m going to put you on your hands and knees and ram you deep the way I’ve dreamed of doing every day for four fucking years.”
She inhales sharply, but she doesn’t run. She arches up, offering herself to me, and that’s all the permission I need.
I reposition myself on my pillows and pat my chest. “Come perch that juicy ass right here.”
Her eyes flare wide. “Asher…”
“Don’t make me repeat myself, Scarlett.”
Heat fills her face until she’s adorably pink again.
Slowly she crawls closer on her hands and knees. When she’s close, she braces her hands on the headboard, hesitates for a fraction of a second, then she swings her legs over me.
Between her bouncing tits, the pretty soaked cunt so close to my mouth, and the wonder on her beautiful face, I don’t know which need is greatest.
And then she perches her ass on my chest, and I want to roar in triumph.
I grab her ass, drag her closer and inhale long and deep. “Fucking hell, you smell incredible.”
“Asher…”
“Yes, baby. Keep gasping my name like that.” I pull her closer and raise her until her thighs bracket my face. Then I bury my face between her legs, lick her from puckered hole to clit, probing her swollen flesh with my tongue.
She shrieks. Squirms and clenches around my tongue.
And God, I know I’m done for.
She tastes sweet and slick and desperate on my tongue.
She fists my hair, pulls, moans, and that sound,Christ, that sound, I lap it up like it’s the only thing that’s keeping me alive.
My voice is ragged against her skin, my mouth working harder, deeper, sucking her clit until she’s a quivering mess. When I arrow and push my tongue into her tight hole, she moves, tentatively fucking my tongue.
“Fuck yes. You don’t even know what you’re doing to me. Ride your brother’s face, baby.Harder!”
She deepens the rolls of her hips, dragging her pussy from my nose to my chin, back and forth, her mouth open and her eyes fixed on the filthy act.
“Asher,” she gasps, and I feel a gush. Know she’s close. I release one ass cheek and slide my fingers into her cleft from behind.
I play with her asshole for a minute and she shrieks some more, heat building higher in her face. But she doesn’t tell me to stop, the dirty minx.
She rides the finger I press to her hole, and when I slide lower still, probe her tight cunt until I’mburiedto the knuckle, Scarlett’s vision hazes.
“Do you like that?” I slur.
“Y-yes! More, p-p-please.”
I give her more because I’m helpless against her pleasure. I slide my finger deeper into her tight-as-fuck pussy and go to town on her clit.
She shatters with a howl, her thighs clamping around my ears as she comes, and I eat it all. Every drop. Every quiver. Every twitch of her body.
I don’t stop until she’s shaking and begging, until she tries to push me away and I growl against her swollen pussy, refusing to give up what’s mine.
Only when she collapses sideways, boneless and wrecked, do I drag her back onto my body, kiss her deep, let her taste herself on my tongue.
I give her a minute to catch her breath, petting and kissing her the whole time.
Then I drag her down the middle of the mattress and ass up, face-first into the pillows, my palm pressing her lower back until she’s arching for me like the dirtiest fantasy I’ve ever had.
