Page 10 of Possessive Stepbrother

The door opens, and Rowan stands in the doorway, shoulder leaning against the frame and arms crossed over his broad chest. His dark hair is mussed up, and he’s changed into black sweatpants and a white fitted shirt.

God, he’s so perfect. Meanwhile, I’m…me.

“Need something, love?”

His deep, baritone voice silences whatever little devil is trying to sabotage me and this moment. He watches me intently, raking a hand over his mouth.

“Uhm. I… Can you help me untie the back?”

Rowan smirks and pushes away from the door. “Sure. Come inside.”

When we’re in the middle of his room, I wheel around so he’s facing my back. His fingers brush my back, but even with the fabric between us, fire plunges down my body and settles in my core.

He unties the ribbon for the bodice, letting it drop to the floor.

I swallow audibly. “Can you unclip the thigh straps?”

Rowan lowers himself to the floor. He unclasps one, his breath tickling my thigh. Slowly, he does the same to the other side.

The clasps are hanging on the stockings, but he doesn’t move. His head is on the same level as my pussy.

“Why are you here, Raven?”

“I-I don’t know.”

“No, love. Don’t do that. Never lie to me.”

My breath hitches when he runs his rough, calloused hands along my inner thighs. “Mmm. I can smell your arousal. If I take off your panties, will I find you dripping for me?”

I whimper in response, already shaking like a leaf.

“Can I?”

“C-can you w-what?” My brain stops functioning and my body takes over.

“Taste you.”

My hips move forward on their own volition, and I’m basically feeding him myself.

But Rowan doesn’t need any more encouragement. He hooks my panties to the side and drags his tongue along my slit. I let out a long moan, feeling the pounding between my thighs.

He takes his time, licking a stripe and flexing his tongue on my clit. With his fingers, he parts my folds, swiping his tongue along the most sensitive parts of me, making me yank his hair.

I don’t even last long.

My orgasm hits like a sledgehammer. My body tense up before pleasure wracks me in waves. And I tremble uncontrollably, almost falling to the floor before he catches me in his arms.

Rowan cups my ass and lifts me like I weigh nothing, looping my legs around his waist and bringing me to his bed. He lays me down, the soft mattress dipping underneath me, and his hands are already busy unbuttoning the rest of my silly outfit.

He takes them all off until I’m left in nothing but my bra and panties.

“God, you’re beautiful. How are you even real?”

He grabs my face and kisses me hungrily, our tongues tangling, while he slowly drags me up his bed until my head is resting on his pillow. The moment he rips my panties off, my mind catches up and I sit on my elbows. “Rowan, wait!”

Rowan is in the process of unclasping my bra in front, but he stops. “You’re not ready for this? Because I’ll stop.”

Shaking my head frantically, I touch his forearm. “No! That’s not it. I need to tell you something.”

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