Page 34 of Stepbrothers

Before Clarice could answer, he tipped forward and set his mouth over her clit. He swirled his tongue over it and sucked gently.

A groan ripped from her chest, and she curled her toes. That felt so nice.

He looked up at her, his eyes flashing with excitement.

“Don’t stop,” she said. “Not now.”

He didn’t. He worked her clit with fast strokes of his tongue.

She squirmed and gasped. Her pulse was loud in her ears. And then his fingers were at her entrance again, circling it, teasing her. “Please,” she managed. She wanted filling again. Penetrating.

“Demanding little thing, aren’t you,” he said.

“Oh, don’t stop.” She shot her hand down to her clit, rotated it.

“Hey.” He caught her wrist. “I’m in charge, remember.”

“So put your mouth on me again,” she snapped, frustration mounting.

“I will…when I’m ready.” He set his attention on her pussy and slowly, maddeningly slowly, pushed two fingers into her. Knuckle-deep.

“Oh god…” she moaned.

“Fuck, I’m gonna enjoy slipping my cock in you when the time comes.”

“Fuck me now.”

“No, this is about you being a good girl and getting a reward.” He tipped his fingers forward, stroking her inner wall.

“Oh…yes, there…” She let her head fall back and closed her eyes. “Just there.”

He chuckled. “Sweet spot, is it?” He rubbed it with more pressure.

A guttural groan rumbled up from her chest. She canted her hips, grinding onto his invasion. Lust ruled. Her clit was throbbing for attention.

“Baby,” he said, tipping his head forward. “You seem in need of something.”

“My clit,” she gasped and tugged her arm but to no avail. He still had tight hold of her wrist. “Hugh.”

“Are you desperate for it?”

“Yes, don’t tease.”

“Perhaps I want to.” He blew on her clit, a fast stream of air.

She gasped and opened her eyes, stared down at him. A full-body tremble attacked her, and her leg, hanging over the arm of the chair, shook. “I want to come.”

“I know, I can feel that you do.” He pumped his fingers in and out of her, watching his movements. “You’re hot and wet, so wet, listen.”

The soft clacking sound of her juices. So goddamn basic, crude, erotic. She moaned and arched her back.

“Okay, okay, because you’ve been well behaved.” He tipped forward and set his mouth over her clit again. Immediately he started working her, hard and fast and with skill.

She cried out, relieved, but it didn’t last long because the need to come was intense. The pressure growing. Her belly hardened. He released her wrist, and she grabbed both of her breasts, squeezed them over her slippery pajama top. “Oh. Oh. Oh. Yes…”

He was finger-fucking her with determination, and his tongue was driving her swiftly to orgasm.

It was there, a steam train charging into her. No time to savor the moment before release blustered through her clit, spinning her into ecstasy.

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