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)
Shivers run the length of me. My heartbeat echoes in my ears, the room spinning at the feel of his talented mouth and seeing Troy like this for me.
I fall back onto the bed, and he takes advantage, sucking me like his damn life depends on working a load from my balls.
“Fuck…Troy…” So good. Why are you so fucking good?
Like he’s inside my brain, he smiles around my dick, then starts bobbing his head. My skin feels warm, like the sun is shining down right on me. He pushes me back, and I go, Troy signaling for me to lie on the bed with my head on the pillows. He doesn’t take his mouth off me, following the whole way.
The edges of my vision are already blurry, balls aching over what is, in fact, the best BJ I’ve ever had.
A pillow is shoved under my hips, and I don’t have the brain power to even respond.
I groan when Troy’s mouth is gone, and then… “Oh fuck.” Troy works a finger between my ass cheeks, still trying to win the dick-sucking championship. It’s slick, so he must have magically grabbed the lube or sucked his finger before tracing my rim.
“I can’t believe I get your hole. No other guy had it. Just me. It’s so damn tight and pretty.”
I thrust my hips forward, needing more, needing it all. “Open me up. Give me your cock.”
I want it so bad, maybe more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life. It’s a scary truth.
“Grab the lube for me,” Troy says, which makes me realize he’d only used saliva to push his finger inside me. The idea of that makes my stomach dance and my skin prickle with excitement.
But now…now he’s going to fuck me, and as much as I want it, nerves start trying to overcome the pleasure in my gut. I reach over, open the drawer, and hand him the lube. He must’ve seen a change in me because he says, “I’ll take care of you, A. I’ll be real good to your hole.”
There’s no doubt in my mind that he will.
Troy opens the bottle, slicks up. He sucks me again, which is just as fan-fucking-tastic as the first time. He pushes his finger inside. It feels just like my own did, a little uncomfortable at first, but knowing it’s Troy makes a rush of pleasure race through me.
“Look at you, taking my finger the way you’re gonna take my cock.”
He fucks me with it. I beg my brain to come up with something witty to say, something sexy to feel like I’m getting some control back, but my brain is just mush.
One finger becomes two, Troy giving it to me, then easing back when my breathing picks up and my dick flexes against my stomach. The stretch isn’t the best at first, but he whispers, “Goddamn, I want you. You’re so fucking hot, A,” and somehow those words release some of the tension inside me.
When he brushes my prostate, I almost jolt off the bed, the pleasure is so intense.
“Fuck me. Christ, I need you to fuck me.” My insides are jittery, my body primed and ready for the orgasm that’s already teasing me.
“Yeah…okay…shit, yeah.” Troy pushes up to his knees and grabs a condom while I lie there waiting for him…fucking craving him.
He suits up, then slicks his cock, his expression softening. “You ready?”
“Get on with it.”
“Atlas…”
“It’s fine, Troy. I want you to fuck me.” He wants to be sure, but I don’t need that. I just want his cock inside me.
He nods, gaze never leaving mine while he pushes my legs up, letting one rest on each of his shoulders, then starts to push in. I immediately tighten up.
“You have to relax. It’s not going to work if you’re so tight. Push out a little.”
Can’t say I’m loving the thought of not knowing what I’m doing when it comes to sex, but I want him, and he’s the expert, so I listen. I try to chill the fuck out, bear down. One of his hands starts stroking my softening erection, which helps.
Troy pushes in slowly. I breathe deeply, focus on him, on how much I want this, if for no reason than to be able to taunt him about how I know mine is the best hole he’s ever had.
“That’s it…look at you taking my dick so well. You were made for this, weren’t you?” I tense slightly, and he adds, “Or maybe you weren’t. Maybe you’ll never be as good a bottom as me.”
My dick stirs, the throbbing picking up. Well, hell. Looks like I enjoy a little shit-talking and competition when it comes to sex too.
“You wish, lil stepbro.”
Pleasure races across my skin. Calling him that shouldn’t be so hot in this moment, but it is.
Troy keeps going, jerking me and pushing inside until he’s buried deep, groin against my ass. There’s burning and stretching and…fuck, I love it. Want more of it.