Series: Peach State Stepbros Series by Riley Hart
Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 79283 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79283 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
I turn to face away from him, sliding my boxers down slowly. Bren releases that familiar low growl, and in it, I can feel his desire for me.
Fuck, why does it feel so good to be wanted by him?
It makes me less self-conscious as I lower my boxers, exposing my ass inch by inch, hoping to torture him so that he’s stiff as a rock when he takes me.
Reminds me of what we talked about earlier, how I’d never considered this side of myself—not only being attracted to a man, but wanting him inside me, needing him to shoot his load deep in my ass the way I need Brenner to do tonight.
As I keep lowering my boxers, I glance over my shoulder and notice him licking his lips, staring at my ass cheeks.
“Keep going,” he presses, and I hear the impatience in his tone.
I obey, and when my boxers are at my thighs, he cups my ass cheeks in his hands, burying his face against them. It stirs something within me, something deep and wild…this animal that just wants to be fucked by him.
Brenner kisses and bites at my ass cheeks, worshipping them with his mouth.
“I’m gonna take such good care of this ass, Taylor. When I’m through with it, you’re gonna know why I was the right person to open it up.”
“That’s what I want,” I confess, as though this isn’t even me, but just this deep hunger within me that I need him to sate.
He slides his hands up my boxers, curling his fingers into the sides and dragging them the rest of the way down my legs until they’re on the floor. He gives my ass cheek another kiss, then a lick, before rising to his feet behind me. He guides me forward, pushing me against the wall beside my mounted big-screen TV, and I feel his thick erection as he slides it between my ass cheeks, rubbing against me. His arms hook under my arms as he pulls close and kisses behind my ear.
Between the nerves he excites and my anticipation, a thrill surges through me, and I roll my head back, enjoying the sensations radiating through me.
“All this time,” he whispers, “you’ve been wondering what it’d feel like to have a man inside you. No. Me inside you.”
“Yes.”
He licks behind my ear as he strokes his cock against me some more, each stroke nagging at something in me that makes my ass feel fucking empty as long as he’s not in it.
“Please,” I beg. “I need it inside me.”
“I need it too. Fuck, I hate myself for leaving this hole untouched all this time. You deserve to know how good it can feel, Taylor. You deserve to know what it feels like when my shaft’s shoving up against your prostate; when it feels so good, you can’t stand it.”
My cock’s so fucking hard, and I feel it pulse when he reaches around and grips it. “That got you precoming, didn’t it?” He checks before snickering again. “Oh, there it is, Tay. Fuck, if this gets you going, just wait until I’m fucking you.”
“Stop teasing me. This is torture.”
“How did you think you were gonna survive if you’d won that air-hockey game?”
Really, he must know I would have probably given it to him either way.
He kisses me gently, in that tender way that’s become more familiar since we’ve gotten closer. In a way I know is reserved just for me.
“Keep this sexy ass right here,” he says. “This is where I want you. To start, I mean.”
As my cheeks warm again, a smile tugs at my lips.
When he pulls away from my body, it’s like he leaves me feeling empty inside, my nerves disappointed. I hear him pump some lube, and then he moves up behind me, wet fingers pushing between my ass cheeks, then rubbing against my hole. I close my eyes, appreciating the sensation, my body relaxing at his touch as he slides his fingers inside gently.
He kisses my shoulder, warm breath pushing against my flesh, making the back of my neck prick with sensation. “You ready to take me, Taylor?”
“Fuck me, Bren.”
He pumps some more lube, and then I feel his cock push up against my ass.
Damn, he’s hard tonight.
And I love knowing it’s for me.
Love knowing he’s about to satisfy this wild curiosity he’s elicited since all this started.
Just as I expected, Brenner is slow and patient. Doesn’t rush anything.
I feel the pressure as the head pushes in, the stimulation as he inches into me.
“Fuuuck,” drags out of my mouth.
“That feel good?”
“You have no idea.”
“You don’t really either…yet,” he assures me, and it’s hard to understand what he means when the pressure is hitting just right, but then he pushes farther in and…
“Holy hell.”
He chuckles. “Right?” He leans close, wrapping his arms around my torso, whispering in my ear, “Taylor, meet your prostate.”