Page 10 of Hey, Stepbro

I'm trembling, lost in desire, as his tongue finds my cock and starts exploring. "I've never sucked a cock before."

"Neither have I," I gasp, admitting that I'm a total fucking virgin.

Brock smirks like the devil himself. "Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah."

His hands grip my dick firmly, and I'm ready to explode, ready to give in to the relief he's about to give me. He looks up at me, his eyes hooded and dark, and it’s impossible not to think I'm melting under his gaze.

His lips wrap around my shaft and I moan, arching my back and gripping the sheets. His tongue swirls around my head, exploring my sensitive flesh, and I'm ready to let go, to let my carnal need take over.

He moves his mouth up and down my shaft, faster and faster. I don't come yet, but I ride the wave of his bliss. As I'm about to reach the peak, Brock pulls away and smiles. "You ready?"

I nod, my breath coming out ragged. I'm ready to take this further than I've ever been before. Ready to explore what I've been missing.

Then he pulls away and I groan in frustration, but he's not done yet. He flips me over, pressing his torso to my back, and the sensation of his skin against mine makes my breath catch. He rolls his hips against my ass and I moan, pushing back against him.

My ass rubs against his hard cock, and soon he's humping me, grinding his hardness against my virgin cheeks, his thick crown spreading pre-cum on my flesh. His teeth bite my neck, and I quiver as sweat beads on my temples, dripping onto the sheets.

In the nick of time, he flips me back over, his eyes heated with desire. He grips my hips firmly and rams my cock back down his throat.

I scream, the heat of his tongue on my glans pushing me over the edge. I shudder and moan, my cum spilling down his throat and onto my stomach.

He licks up the droplets from my chest, then kisses my nipples gently, paying expert attention to each one.

We lay in bed, panting, and I can't believe what happened. I'm speechless, and I can tell Brock feels the same.

I reach for Brock's cock. He groans, then thrusts into my palm. "You're doing something you'll regret, stepbro."

I stroke his shaft, in awe of its sheer immensity. His cock is at least eight inches, and it's so thick and hard. I squeeze it tight, then slide my hand up and down.

Brock gasps, his breathing growing more and more erratic. I keep going, pushing him closer and closer to the edge.

"Stepbro," he moans, his eyes closing in ecstasy.

I want to give him what he yearns for, to show him how much I care. Christ, I was drooling over his football videos the other night. This man, this beast, is beside me, andI'mgoing to make him come.

Brock's muscles tense up as he gets closer and closer. I don't stop until he's screaming my name, until his cum is spilling all over my sheets.

"Look what you made me do," Brock groans, capping my mouth with his lips. "Fuck, stepbro. You turned me on to cock."

I milk his wet shaft, relishing in an unexpected sense of newfound power. Brock... came for me. No other men want me, they say I'm too scrawny and pathetic, and yet Brock can't keep his hands off me.

I'm not sure what this means for us, but I'm not ready to let go yet.

"It's okay. We don't have to label it. We don't have to rush."

Brock looks up at me, the warmth in his gaze radiating out and soothing my soul. He smiles, then leans in and kisses my cheek softly.

"Whatever this is, it feels right."

I nod, my heart soaring. This is more than I could ever have hoped for.

The two of us lay in bed, entwined in each other's arms.

If only I knew the shit that lay ahead.

I would've hauled my ass out of bed, left his dad's house, and never looked back.

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