Page 14 of Stalker Stepbrother

I leave men bloody for less.

Callie wants burgers and greasy fries for lunch, so that’s what we get. If she hasn’t figured it out by now, she will eventually. All she has to do is ask, and I’ll move the fucking mountains to give it to her.

At home, she’s in her bedroom trying to put together reports and study for an exam. I’m watching her on my phone while drinking coffee. She’s in bed, reading a book. And the little tease occasionally looks at the camera, smirks, and touches herself.

Oh, so this is how it’s gonna be from now on.

If I wasn’t waiting for an important call, I would’ve run upstairs and taken her in her bed. Something I’ve wanted to do since the day I installed those cameras.

My phone rings and I answer it. “Rick, talk to me.”

My right-hand man and most trusted employee, Rick is currently helping test out a new tracking technology that wouldn’t just be a game-changer for the security industry but would make me millions. He’s telling me the results when Callie peeks into the kitchen.

The rest of her body follows, and this little girl…

Fuck me…

She’s wearing red lingerie. It’s sheer, lacey, and barely covers anything—from the hard peaks of her nipples to the thin strip of hair on her pussy. I clamp my jaw shut to avoid growling, but I stare hard at her.

She responds with a giggle, walking slowly around the dining table. She pushes my chair a little back, hops up and backward on the table, and leans back on her hands.

I can barely make sense of what Rick is saying, and my brain almost shuts down when Callie shifts her knee from side to side, teasing me with a glimpse of her wet, glistening slit.

I’m about to end the call when Callie touches my arm and shakes her head. Ah, well then.

With Rick still blabbering numbers in my ear, Callie hops down, goes down on her knees, opens my pants, and unceremoniously lowers her head to slide my hard rod into her warm mouth. Jesus.

I’m clutching the edge of the table so hard my knuckles are white, but Callie’s bobbing her head up and down, alternating between sucking me and pumping my cock. Tipping my head back, I bite back a string of curses and snap my eyes shut.

How the hell did Callie turn from virgin to expert seductress in less than 24 hours? And I have to talk to her about this lingerie. When did she buy it? For who?

The line is silent, and I realize Rick just asked me something.

“What?” I bark.

“Uhm, is everything okay? You’re not asking a lot of questions, boss.”

Well, yeah, because my cock is touching Callie’s throat, and I can’t even form one coherent thought right now.

“I’ll send you an email with my questions,” I say through gritted teeth.

“Oh, right. So about the logistics…”

The chair creaks as Callie grips my shoulders and begins to mount me with her knees on either side of my thighs. She holds my manhood with one hand before slowly lowering herself, eyes glassy and at half-mast.

She’s so wet I impale her easily. I have no room to move, so I’m completely at her mercy. She straddles and licks a line along my jaw, making my muscles jump at the pure lust flowing through my veins.

She wraps her arms around me and rests her lips on my throat, her breath hot against my skin. I don’t even know why I’m still holding the phone to my ear when Rick sounds like he’s speaking another language.

Callie begins grinding and rotating her hips, and my free hand automatically gropes her big, smooth ass. At first, she tries to swallow her moans, but it doesn’t take long before she’s whimpering like a wounded animal, and I quickly end the call before Rick realizes what I’m doing.

I throw my phone to the carpeted floor and use both hands to grab her ass, guiding her and plunging deeper into her warm, tight inner muscles. But I can only do so much sitting down, so I lift her and settle her on the floor, flipping her gently face-down.

I yank her hips back to me and, with a snarl of possession, sink into her. Her back arches as she meets me thrust for thrust. I ride her into the ground and she’s clutching the carpet as her moans get louder.

Hunching over her back, I bring one hand between her thighs and find her clit. She gasps when I do, and I stroke it until she’s reaching behind and digging her nails into the back of my neck. Her own thighs quiver, signaling her release, and she slumps on the floor, looking sideways at me, face flushed and sweaty.

With her pussy suctioning up around me, my balls draw up, spine tightening. And I sink deeper into her and drain my cock, the intensity making me groan raggedly.

---