Page 85 of Stepbrother Dearest

My dick was rock hard and leaking pearls of precum already. I rolled my hips, simultaneously pushing back on him and trying to get more of that delicious friction.

He pulled his mouth from my ass. I whined, not caring how depraved I sounded. I was empty, so fucking empty.

“You want my finger?” he asked.

“Yes, give it to me.”

“Under the pillow.”

I felt around under the pillow in front of me. My hand bumped something. I pulled out a small bottle of lube and a condom.

I handed both to him.

The click of the cap echoed in the room. Something slippery pushed at my hole. I clenched tight, my instincts kicking in.

“Relax, G. You’re fine.” He gently petted my back with his other hand. “It’s just one.”

I pressed my face into the mattress and forced myself to settle down. He slid his finger inside me, immediately finding my prostate and stroking it.

I blew out my breath as the stretch and burn faded. I waited for him to slip in a second. He didn’t. He simply pumped his finger inside me, moving too slow and shallow to give me any sort of relief.

I spread my legs wider. “Come. On.”

“What’s that? You want more?” He sounded amused.

I didn’t answer. Partly because I wanted to see what he would do. Mostly because his attitude pissed me off.

“So stubborn.” He drew his finger out of me. “Guess we’ll have to find something else to do until you can use your big-boy words and tell me what you want.”

“Why are you so obsessed with talking? Why do you need to hear me say it? I’m a sure thing. Prep, fuck, leave. No words needed.”

“Maybe so.” Repositioning himself, he knelt with his legs outside of mine, his knees by my hips. “But I already told you that’s not my thing. If you want a cock, you know where to go. If you want to get fucked, then you’ll eventually do what I want.”

“You’re infuriating.”

“Am I?” He gripped my hip and fit his erection between my cheeks. “It’s up to you to stop me if you don’t want this. All you need to do is say the word.” He dragged his cock through my crease.

“Jackass.”

He chuckled. “I can be.”

I waited for him to push into me. One finger wasn’t nearly enough prep for his gargantuan cock, but I was beyond caring.

The past few times with Caleb had left me tender for days, but he hadn’t hurt me. I trusted him to ease me into things, even with minimal prep.

He didn’t. Instead he kept fucking my crease like he had all the time in the world.

He leaned over me, his breath raspy by my ear. “You have no idea how hot you look like this, all spread out under me. I know I keep saying it, but your body is ridiculous. I can see why you do well at your job.”

“Who said I do well at my job?”

“You saying you don’t?” He sat back up, still dragging his length up and down my crease, making me mindless with desire. Fucking loving it too.

“Not saying that.” I squeezed around his cock and his rhythm stuttered. I grinned into the comforter. Fuck yeah. I’d cracked his perfect, unflappable façade. He wasn’t as unaffected as he was pretending. “So what are you going to do with me now that I’m all…spread out for you?”

He lay over me again, his hands on either side of my body. He shifted his hips so his dick was no longer between my cheeks, but pointed straight down.

“Maybe a little of this.” He rocked his hips and dragged his cock over my taint and balls.

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