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)
“You good?”
“Hurry up and fuck me.”
Troy smirks, confidence darkening his brown eyes. He pulls almost all the way out and snaps his hips forward again, and in this moment, I’m hating myself for waiting this long to take what’s mine.
19
Troy
Those green eyes are all lust and need. Never figured Atlas would be this hungry for my cock.
Like…at all, obviously, but now he’s begging me to give it to him.
And damn, my needy Atlas is good at taking me.
His ass is firm and tight, gripping my shaft as I push in and pull out, broad thrusts so I can train him to take my girth. As impatient as he is, I’m mindful because I want to wreck him, but only in all the right ways.
With another thrust, his head and eyes roll back, his lips tugging into a smile—and not the sort he usually makes when he’s being clever or sneaky. This is a smile he can’t control, and I love seeing my Atlas out of control.
“Fuck, Troy,” he says in a breath.
My name again. Excitement pulses through me. I never thought twice about him saying my name, but it’s like a different word when we’re messing around. It urges me on as I wrap my hands under his thighs, gripping them before giving him what he’s been needing. The mattress shakes, his headboard slapping against the wall.
“That’s more like it,” he says. “Faster.”
“You’re really trying to act like a pro here.”
“Told you I’m a fast learner.”
If Atlas wants it, Atlas gets it, and I can tell his body is relaxing. He’s ready, so I lean back, keeping his thighs firmly in my grasp, pounding him, running drills on his ass like I’m in some kind of fucking boot camp.
I have to take a breath at one point, and he says, “Already wearing you out?”
I grit my teeth. “Fuck, you’re an ass.” But why do I love that about him right now? Why is it so fucking exciting? “Time to show you who’s the pro here.” I take his right leg and raise it, angling him on his side. As much as I’m trying to show him, he’s quick to adjust to the position, rolling with me as I pull his leg against my chest so that he’s on his side, my cock disappearing into him as I keep fucking away. The way he twists about, his eyes closed, his mouth gaping, precum dripping from the head of his cock, I know this is a good angle.
“There, there, there,” he says.
“Can’t be so smart and clever when it feels that good, can you?”
He can’t even close his mouth to make an expression for a few moments, before he finally manages a, “Go fuck yourself.”
“Maybe when I’m finished with you.”
I wait for a witty reply, but he’s too far gone.
“God, you precome a lot,” I say, and I feel my dick pulse as I get even harder, something I didn’t think possible.
Keeping his leg against my chest with one hand, I use my other to rub over his cock and wipe the head with my thumb before feeding it to myself.
“What the fuck is wrong with me? Why do you taste so fucking good?” I whisper as I continue fucking him. There’s a determination in my stride, like my body just wants to fill up his hole. But tonight isn’t about me. This is all about Atlas’s first time.
Okay, maybe a little about me too.
My breaths are shaky. I wipe the back of my hand across some sweat that’s collected on my forehead.
As another bead of precum drips from his cock, he starts to reach for his dick, but I snatch his wrist. “Uh-uh. What did I tell you? I’m gonna make you come without touching yourself.”
“Fuck, Troy, it’s driving me crazy. I don’t know that I can not touch it.”
I smirk.
“God, you must be loving this right now,” he says, shooting me a glare.
“You have no idea.” I push balls-deep into him, and his back arches just slightly more.
But I’m not going to torture him too much longer.
“Here, roll over a little more, onto your knees.” I lower his leg, and he really is a pro because he tucks his left leg in and allows me to use his right to roll him off the pillow, and soon he’s in position.
“You sure you haven’t done this before?” I have to ask, which earns me a chuckle.
“Bet you can’t bottom like this.”
“You should try me sometime.”
“Oh, I plan to.”
I rarely bottom, but now that I’ve seen his cock…fuck, I wanna try it on for size.
I rest my hand on the small of his back, enjoying the sensation of his soft flesh, admiring the shape of his ass, the way it bounces as I continue to thrust.
I could get used to this.
I lean down so my chest is flush with his back, pushing deep into him as I push my face up against his, kissing. His scent is so much stronger since we’ve been working up a sweat. I fucking love it. As I thrust, he groans, and I reach around and grab his cock, checking the head to find he’s leaking precum like crazy.