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)
“Yes, this’ll do it.”
“Do what?” he asks.
I snicker. “Trust me, A.”
I lean back, keeping my arm tight around him, propping him back with me so his ass is snug against my hips, his shoulder blades against my chest.
“Can’t believe I’m the first who gets to fuck this tight ass. Like you saved it just for me.” I rock back and forth, my cock steadily sliding up into him.
“How does that feel?” I ask him.
“Jesus fucking Christ.”
Another chuckle escapes my lips. There’s something almost sinister to it. Knowing how turned on he is…that I’m the one doing it to him…it makes me feel like a god.
And like Atlas is mine. All mine.
I pick up speed, my body prickling with sensation as the pressure builds.
“T, I know you said you’d make me come, but I need to touch it.”
“No,” I insist.
“I don’t think I can help it.”
I move closer to him, my face by his ear as I lock both arms around his chest.
“Take my arm. Grab on and hold on.”
He grips one of my arms with both hands. God, I love him bending to my will like this. In a way I probably shouldn’t. Just like I shouldn’t want to mark him. Or be so proud of being the first guy in his tight hole.
As I continue working my cock in him, the death grip his ass has on me reassures me I must be hitting him just right. I inhale deeply, devouring his smell as I bite into his shoulder.
“I really don’t think I can,” Atlas says.
“Well, if you need to chicken out.”
He turns to me, his face tense, and I see renewed determination, but also, he knows what I just fucking did.
He bites his lip, and I speed up, his body vibrating against me as I cling to him and he continues holding my arm for support.
I lean close to his lips and whisper, “Now you see how mean it is to edge somebody,” I tease.
His adorable smirk overtakes his face. “Look who’s being mean now.”
“Had to get you back, but I promise it’ll be worth it,” I say against his ear as we move in sync. His ass meets my thrusts, and I can feel his body desperately trying to get to release, urging him along.
“Are you ready for me to show you, A?”
“Please, Troy.”
The pressure’s mounting too fast, my balls tightening against me, but like hell I’m coming before he does.
He turns away and starts to groan.
“Don’t look away. I want to see your face,” I say, almost like I’m fucking mad he might deprive me of it. As his body vibrates against me, once again, my little rebel submits to me, turning so I can see his open mouth and wide gaze as he calls out, “Troy, fuck, Troy, fuck, Troy.”
Troy, Troy, Troy…I can’t hear it enough.
His ass grips me nearly as tight as his hands on my arm, like its refusing to let my dick stop hitting that sweet spot. With the arm he isn’t gripping, I reach down and feel his cock shooting his release.
Satisfaction ripples through me as I take his lips. They’re my reward for his intense orgasm, and he gives it freely as he falls into twitches and spasms against me.
My cock is buried in him, keeping still because I’m too close, and I want to save this.
The tension we’d been holding each other in relaxes as he settles into our kisses.
I steadily pull out of him, and say, “Lie down. I want to mark you.”
Atlas doesn’t waste a moment, lying back, tucking a pillow behind his head. I’m so close, I’m worried just taking the condom off is gonna make me shoot, but I’m relieved that I’m able to keep my cool as I crawl between his legs.
I lean over him, kissing him again as I stroke my cock, his cum that I captured in my hand working as extra lubricant. And I have to admit, as much as I want to mark him with my cum, I love being marked with his.
Atlas puts his hands on my face as it rips right through me.
Finally.
Sweet fucking release.
I unleash a war cry as I lean back and watch my cum pour over him in two spurts, landing on his stomach, a bit pooling in his navel.
“You look so beautiful in my cum,” I admit.
When did I start talking like this?
He beams as I collapse beside him, catching my breath. As I rest my hand on his torso, he turns to me.
“Well, I guess you weren’t all talk after all,” he teases, making me chuckle.
“Neither were you apparently.”
“I’m never all talk.”
There’s my Atlas. I roll my eyes as I move closer to him, my hand drifting down to the pool of cum on his belly.
“You like that you marked me?” he asks.
I nod as I rub the mess against his flesh, broadening it, like a painter spreading color across a canvas. I continue massaging my cum against him, then run my finger across some and start on a T beside the pool.