Series: Peach State Stepbros Series by Riley Hart
Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 92311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
He’s an animal, just going on lust and instinct, feral in his desire as he acquaints himself with my body.
I slide back onto the arm of the couch, relaxing my ass against it as he probes, his tongue familiarizing itself with my flesh, hot breath rushing against my skin.
“That’s right,” he says. “Just sit back and let me do the work. You won, I lost. That’s how it goes.”
There’s something almost sinister in the way he says that, like he has wicked plans for my dick. He shifts closer, and I can feel his legs pushing my pants, still locked around my ankles, until they’re against the couch.
Soon, his lips are back around my shaft, syncing with his hand again.
Feels like Atlas’s mouth is built for my cock, like every movement he makes is somehow coded for this as waves of pleasure shoot through me, converging at the crown of my head.
My body reverberates. I lie back on the arm of the couch, enjoying the smacks and clicks of his lips as he savors my dick, alternating between sucking and licking. Life is rarely kind, so when it is, I feel like I have to soak it up, absorb as much of the experience as I can.
I guess Atlas isn’t about to let me question his commitment to his work because he finally releases his grip on my cock and hooks his arms under my thighs, forcing my cock to the back of his throat.
As he rests a hand on my abs, I run my fingers against the side of his head, caressing his cheek with my thumb. And as though my encouragement fuels him even more, he keeps going at my cock like he’s got something to prove, taking it as far back as he can. Which I have to admit is an impressive skill and not something most guys would attempt, let alone if they didn’t have experience with a cock.
“Fuck, Atlas,” I call out, throwing my head back against the couch, lost in the sensations overtaking me. Lost to sparking nerves and gasps as though I’m coming up for air as my little Titan worships my cock with his mouth.
I’m so into the experience that when it feels like some of my senses return to me, I realize I’m running my fingers through his hair, massaging the back of his head.
I’m climbing quickly, my body pushing for release, when he lets my dick, wet with his saliva, fall against my abs, then runs his tongue along the bottom, up and down…like it’s his goal to torture me, which is apt.
“Tell me how wrong you were,” he says, his hot breath slamming against my dick.
“What?” I’m barely able to think straight.
“You thought I’d be shit at this, but I’m not. I wanna hear you admit it.”
I chuckle. “You’re better than you have any right to be,” is as much as I’m willing to give him. I gaze down at him. He wears a sneaky expression as he continues running his tongue along my cock…just tormenting me.
“Don’t play. I told you I’d blow you, but I never said I’d let you finish.” He continues teasing with his tongue.
“Atlas, I’m right on the edge. I’ll just jerk it off.”
I reach for my cock, but he slaps my hand away.
“Fucking ass.”
“No,” he insists, “do what I say.”
“Don’t be mean, please.” I’m fucking begging him.
“Then be honest. I just want the truth.”
“You are fucking good at it. You’re too good,” I confess because he deserves to know I was wrong to ever question him. He’s earned that. “I was wrong. You were right.”
I say it quickly, like we’re in a hostage situation, and fortunately, he doesn’t let me suffer anymore. He takes my cock back into his mouth, going back at it just like before. Relief rushes through me as my body continues soaring, the urgency returning.
He tightens his arms around my thighs and rocks his head back and forth like now that he’s had a taste, he fucking needs this as much as I do. His wild, generous, unpredictable tongue seems determined to get me to the end.
A familiar rush of adrenaline in my hips offers me a warning. “Atlas, you have to stop now. I’m gonna… I’m gonna come.”
But he keeps going for a few more seconds. Like he can’t help himself.
Never imagined my straight stepbrother so hungry for cock.
My body’s already twitching and vibrating. I’m about to warn him again when he finally swaps his mouth with his hand, jerking me as he gazes up, a determined expression on his face.
“See? I’m a fast learner.” He takes deep breaths, like he’s recovering from the workout.
“You were right, you were right,” I surrender again.
There’s an eagerness in his expression. Maybe because he loves when I admit that I’m wrong. Maybe because he’s eager to see my face when I come for him.