Page 2 of Jealous Stepbrother

I keep kissing her as I back her onto the table. I grab the curtains from behind me to at least cover us. I don’t care if someone sees my ass, but it’s another thing if someone sees her pussy. I’ll gouge their eyes out without hesitation.

She jumps up to the table and opens her legs, which I graze with my hands. The warm pendant light overhead only highlights her beautiful golden skin. My God, so unreal.

She rests both palms on either side of her and tilts her face to the ceiling, exposing her long neck.

I grab the chance to taste her skin and suck on the sensitive spot on the side of her neck. It’s going to leave a mark that will take days to fade. Good. I’m branding her as mine, just the way I like it. More than that, I intend to fuck her so good she’s going to feel me long after we part ways. I’ll make her feel so great that no other guy will compare. They will always pale in comparison to me. None of them will ever measure up.

She grabs my pants and starts to unbuckle it, but I stop her. “Let me worship your body, baby girl.”

With a stubborn glint in her eyes, she shakes her head, tendrils of hair escaping her ponytail. “No. I need you to fuck me right now.” She grabs me by the collar and drags a tongue along my jaw before nipping my earlobe. “Right now.”

Well, then. Her wish is my command.

A low, deep growl rumbles from my chest, and I unbuckle my belt and unbutton my pants, shoving a hand inside my boxers and taking out my cock. When her gaze falls on my rock-hard erection, her lips part, forming an ‘O’, and she swallows hard.

Her eyes turn glassy, and she bites her bottom lip, her voice shaky and a little breathless. “That won’t fit.”

I suck her bottom lip between my teeth. “It will. Your body was made for my cock.”

The music from downstairs continues to pulse through the floor, a rhythmic thrum reverberating in my entire body, but the blood roaring in my ears is louder. The kaleidoscope of strobing lights paints the ceiling in flickers of red, blue, and green, but through it all, this woman in my arms shines like she has her own spotlight.

She wiggles and lifts the dress to her waist. Now the only barrier between me and her is a thin piece of thong, which I rip from her and press to my nose for a deep inhale. Musky and so her.

I shove the fabric inside my pocket before diving my head into the sweet, sweet juices of her pussy. Her back arches, and her fingers wrap around the edges of the table. My cock strains against my pants, but the need to taste her overrides the need to be inside her.

I start with a long drag of my tongue along her slit. She likes it, if the moan is any indication. Good. Then, I flatten my tongue on her clit. She also likes it. Good. I treat her pussy to soft, open-mouthed kisses. Nothing too aggressive. I take my time with her because this woman, despite knowing her for a little over an hour, deserves to be worshipped. How I know that for sure, I have no idea. But I do know that while we did come here for a quick fuck, I can still enjoy every second and not just go for the end goal of coming.

By the time I lift my head, my mouth and chin wet with her juices, she’s panting hard and making sounds loud enough to make me go all-caveman on her.

“Please. I need you inside me.” Her voice shakes as she digs her ass into the table, rounding her hips, perhaps seeking my cock.

So I give it to her. My pulse pounds wildly in my temples as I wrap a hand around my cock, hissing at how sensitive the shaft is. It’s been hard since the first time I laid eyes on her.

I wedge the tip in front of her entrance, and when it slides into her, I clench my jaw and let out a long groan. It feels so fucking good, her inner muscles wrapping around me, choking me. Already, I can feel my control slipping. Not sure I had much to begin with.

My hands grope her ass, letting me push deeper into her. I lean down to sweep my tongue against hers. The little seductress sucks my tongue into her mouth.

Fuck.

She rocks against me, and my cock slides in and out of her slick channel. I slowly pull out, then slam back in. Pull out, slam. Pull out, slam. It’s a slow, agonizing pace, but if I go any faster, I’d lose it. I am not going to come before her.

Her hot, wet pussy will be the death of me. A good way to go, I must say.

My eyes snap shut as I go from slow strokes to hard, merciless thrusts. I help her along by teasing her clit with my finger, going round and round, rubbing the sensitive button lightly. She stiffens, but I don’t change my rhythm. I continue until her eyes widen and her mouth opens.

When she comes, she comes hard. So hard that her moan rings through my head.

Her body trembles, but I’m already hot on the heels of her orgasm.

I sink myself deep then draw out. One more and I get thicker inside her. Thicker and thicker until I erupt, coating her walls with my seed. It’s the hardest I've ever come, and I almost get blinded by the spots of color dancing across my vision.

We stare at each other, her skin glistening with sweat, and her eyes still have that hazy look of lust in them. My softening cock pops out of her pussy, but we stand there with our clothes on, her pussy exposed, my staff out, and I feel like time has slowed down. The sounds, the lights, even her fast breathing—they’re all in slow motion once again.

Until things snap back into focus.

With my heart still pounding, I help her up and fix her dress. Every instinct screams at me to not let her go, but my thoughts are all over the place. I’m disoriented by the intensity of what just happened, so I hook a finger under her chin and lift her face to me. “Baby girl, what’s your name?”

She throws me a lopsided grin. “Call me your best fuck ever.”

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