Page 23 of Claimed By my Stepbrother
Burlesque
Sirena
Hisdeclaration—hisownership—shouldterrifyme. I’ve never wanted to belong to someone before. That all changed the day Knox stormed the stage and abducted me. Now, all I can think about is a future with him.
The music changes, and I rise from his lap, turning my back on him yet again, removing my bottoms slowly, listening to his breath catch as inch by inch of my body is exposed. I’ve never done a striptease before, but I’ve seen it in movies from time to time. Whatever I’m doing seems to be working for Knox, though, because I felt his erection when I was grinding against him. And, holy hell, I cannot wait to have him inside of me again.
He puts his hand on my thigh with a seductive smile as he slides it up my leg. “You’re going to give Daddy a happy ending,” he demands in a guttural groan. His rugged voice is so sexy, my nipples perk up, and wetness pools between my legs. Knox is indelicate and direct. It shouldn’t turn me on so much, but it does. Every time Knox refers to himself as my daddy, I fall into a lustful trance.
“Mmm, I want to taste you, Daddy,” I moan erotically, knowing that I need his cock in my mouth like I need my next breath. Knox lets out a slew of curses that sound like gibberish.
“Fuck! I want to take you into the shower. I’ve fantasized every day about you sucking me off in there.” He leans in with a grin and gives me a deep kiss that makes me tingle all over. His strong hands cup my ass, lifting me up. I lock my legs around his waist as he walks us back into the penthouse, kissing me the entire time.
In the bathroom, Knox presses a button and steam fills the stained glass mosaic shower. He taps another button, and a waterfall in the corner turns on.Of course, he has his own freaking waterfall.
We step in, letting the steam curl over our skin while we watch one another. Knox closes in on me like a feral wolf, devouring my mouth and leading my hand to his cock. “Are you ready?” he whispers against my lips.
I nod, dropping to my knees without needing his instruction. Though I’ve only ever seen a blowjob in porn, it seems pretty straightforward.
I lean forward, dropping a kiss on the head, sneaking my tongue out to lick the pearl of pre-cum collecting in the slit. He groans, and I know I’m doing something right.
His fingers spear my hair, holding onto my head while I lick up and down his long, hard shaft before I open my mouth and take him in. I keep my tongue flat, licking the thick vein on the underside of his cock.
Knox takes one hand out of my hair quickly and braces himself against the shower wall. I can feel his legs trembling, and I feel powerful, knowing that I can bring him such pleasure. With the hand still in my hair, he directs my head up, so that our eyes meet.
“I’m going to thrust now, baby,” he warns, and I hum my agreement, ready for him to take control and show me what he likes. I bring one hand up to rest on his hip, the other slipping beneath his shaft to test the weight of his balls.
Knox rocks into my mouth slowly, going a little deeper with each thrust. His eyes blaze with lust, and I can feel heat radiating from his body. His thrusts pick up speed, and soon, I’m choking around his cock as it hits the back of my throat.
He pulls out when he hears me sputtering, only putting it back in when I move forward and pull it into my mouth. “Good girl, Sirena. You like choking on Daddy’s big cock, don’t you?” his words fan the flames of lust inside of me, and I reach down to play with my clit, needing to come when he does.
“Fuck, babygirl, I’m ready to explode. Get that pretty little mouth open wide, and swallow every last drop.” I try to nod, but his hand holds me steady as he uses my mouth for his pleasure.
His hips jolt, and his eyes close. His come tastes salty as it fills my mouth and throat. I swallow it down as his cock springs free, feeling a trail of come roll down my chin.
Knox pulls me up to stand before he hooks a finger on my bottom lip, collecting his come. “Suck it,” he orders, making my pussy quiver as his finger goes into my mouth, and I clean it.
He leans down, nearly kissing me. “You’re such a good girl for me,” he mumbles against my lips. “That was unforgettable.” I open my mouth to reply, and his tongue swoops in, claiming me again.
With the press of another button, the rain shower turns on, and Knox spends a lifetime exploring, pleasuring, and washing my body. He takes time to shampoo and condition my hair. Only my stylist has ever washed my hair for me, but she doesn’t do it so sensually with the devious intention of turning me on.
I return the favor, unable and unwilling to keep my hands off of him.
When we’re both scrubbed clean, he turns off the water and wraps me in a huge, warm towel. He wraps another one around my hair, taking his time drying the strands.
He stands behind me, his arms trapping me against the vanity. “Look in the mirror, Sirena.” I look up, seeing us reflected back. “What do you see?”
I’m confused by his question. “U-us?”
“Yes, baby. Us. But what, specifically, about us?” I shake my head, unsure of what he’s thinking.
“We belong together, Sirena. Look at us together. You can’t deny it anymore. You are mine.”
I nod. “Yes.” I say it softly, but he hears. He leans down and kisses my shoulder softly before standing straight and leading me out of the bathroom and into his walk-in closet.
Dropping the towel from my body, he picks a shirt out of the drawer. “Arms up, babygirl,” he commands. I grin, realizing that I like his dominant side.
He puts one of his large, soft t-shirts on me. It carries his heady scent, and being wrapped in his clothes, smelling like him, makes me feel safe.
