Page 22 of Claimed By my Stepbrother
“Mmm, babygirl, I love watching you dance,” I growl, nibbling her nape. Her hips back up into me, grinding slowly, and I nearly take her there. “But,” I continue, nipping again. “I’d love it even more if you did it on my lap.”
She turns in my arms, her hands tracing my pecs through my t-shirt, turning my nipples into stiff peaks.
She looks up at me, a mischievous grin lighting her face. “Suuuure. Right afteryougivemea lapdance.” She throws her head back, laughing.
“Deal,” I say, watching the laughter die on her face, quickly replaced with lust and apprehension.
“Wait, what? Really? I—didn’t think you would agree,” she says frantically, trying to take back her challenge.
“You severely underestimate my desire to watch you perform,” I say, watching her come to terms with our agreement. “Too late to back out now. So, come, babygirl. Sit on this chair, and watch your man give you a show.”
An adorable blush paints her cheeks crimson as she settles back on the round patio daybed, her eyes watching me. As the first strains ofNobodyby Keith Sweat and Athena Cage plays, I know that blush won’t be fading anytime soon.
I slide one hand over my abs, working my white t-shirt halfway up my torso, grabbing her hand with the other and bringing it to my chest, slowly moving it around so she gets a good feel of my muscles before I finish removing my shirt. Her eyes darken with lust, and she licks her bottom lip playfully.
My hips move to the rhythm as I dance over to the waterfall, standing below it, running my hands over my soaked body. I do a slow, sensual dip, popping my ass in her direction and enjoying her giggle.
I prowl over to her, crawling onto her, shaking my hair to spray her sexy body.
“Knox, stop! You’re getting me wet,” she whines, pouting her pillowy lip.
“That’s the idea, babygirl,” I tease, giving her a dramatic wink. She rolls her eyes, swatting me away.
I watch her as I hook my thumbs into my waistband, removing my black swim trunks seductively. My cock swells under her gaze, already leaking pre-cum.
I slide my hand between her legs, pushing her swimsuit to the side and gripping her pussy possessively. “I’ve got to taste you.” I lean down, pushing her thighs open wide. Open your legs, and let me taste what’s mine,” I order, flicking her sensitive clit. “Mmm, let Daddy have a lick.”
My fingers tease her entrance, sliding through her wet folds to circle her clit. Her hips buck slowly, chasing my fingers for more stimulation. I yank her top down, and I’m mesmerized by her perfect bare breasts. I dip my head and nuzzle them, licking her stiff peaks before working my way down to her delicious pussy.
Her legs open wider, inviting me closer, and I want to stay between them forever. I love tasting her sweet pussy on my tongue, her juices spread all over my mouth.
When I pinch her nipple, she bucks her hips, and I go wild, frantically plunging my finger into her tight channel. “Knox, I don’t know if I can take it anymore!”
I sit back, gripping her ass firmly, rubbing my finger in deep circles over her g-spot. “You need to come, babygirl. Come all over your Daddy’s finger.”
“I-I, oh, oh, Knox! Mmm,” she moans as her body writhes around the lounger, and her tight cunt clamps down on my finger almost to the point of pain.Holy fuck!
“Now, it’s my turn. I wanna see you dance for me.”
Her eyes widen in surprise. “Seriously? Right now?”
“Mmm-hmm. Quid pro quo, babygirl.”
She stands on shaky legs, pulling me up with her. She shimmies her hips as she leads me to a chair near the pool. Sitting me down, she straddles my hips, and grinds on me before popping up. Now, I see why she moved me here—this chair doesn’t have arms, and it puts my face even with her beautiful breasts.
She grabs my phone, choosing a sensual song I don’t recognize.
“It’s calledPromise,” she says, swaying to the beat as she walks back to stand in front of me. “It’s by Ciara, and it’s one of my favorites. You, um… maybe you should listen to the lyrics.” I lean back, enjoying the show, trying to focus on the words, but Sirena has my full attention.
She stands above me, her back to me, and looks over her shoulder, her legs spread wide outside of mine, as she moves to the rhythm, dropping her ass nearly into my hands. I reach up to hold her hips, but she swats my hand away.
“No, no, baby. No touching the dancers.” I grin, ruefully, folding my arms behind my head as she grinds lower, nearly touching my lap.
She spins, moving closer, and sits on my lap, her hands running up my chest, pressing her bare breasts into my still-damp chest. It takes every bit of self-control I have not to grab her.
She nuzzles into the crook of my neck, and her creamy citrus scent wafts over me. “Oh, babygirl,” I growl, done playing now. “I’m never, ever going to let you go.” I groan as she continues to dance sensually, reaching up to grab my arms and bring my hands to her sinful body.
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