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“Only if you do it with me.” He smirked at me over his shoulder. “I mean, the marketing writes itself.”
“Stepbrothers?”
“Stepbrothers. Jock and bad boy. Brat and—”
“I’m not calling you Daddy.” I couldn’t even say it with a straight face.
And apparently, he couldn’t even picture it without laughing. “Don’t tell me you want to be the Daddy?”
“Don’t you fucking dare.” I punctuated the threat by smacking his ass soundly. A perfect red handprint swelled on his ass cheek and I hummed in appreciation. “Goddamn…”
He rolled his hips, tempting me to hit him again. “See something you like?”
“Yeah, you could say that.” I didn’t have a spanking kink before him, but I could certain get on board with it.
“Then what are you waiting for?”
“Just appreciating the view.”
It didn’t take long before he was hard again. Oil in hand, I stroked his dick while massaging his rim, his balls, and the red handprint on his ass. When I finally pressed a finger inside, we moaned at the same time, like the tension was leaving both of us.
“Goddamn you’re perfect,” I murmured in awe.
The more I touched him, the less composure he seemed to have, until he was slumped on the arm of the couch. Moaning and rocking back against my hand, he was either trying to get me to speed up stroking his cock or finger-fuck him harder. Or both.
But torturing him was torturing me, so I scooted closer on my knees and held him by the hip, guiding my cock into position.
“You ready?” I asked.
“Fuck yeah.”
Pushing inside of him was a euphoria I could only imagine in my dreams—and I had. My whole sexual life. He was the source of my wildest fantasies and now they were coming to life, more than they ever had in high school.
A hiss escaped him as I bottomed out, ending abruptly in a ragged breath that tore out of him. I leaned forward, looping my arm over his shoulder and across his chest while nuzzling his neck. “You ok?”
He nodded. “Yeah, I’m good.”
I thrust in slowly. “You still good?”
“I’m good. Now fuck me already.”
I moved my hand up to his throat, fingers tightening just enough to make a point. “Now who’s being a brat?”
He chuckled darkly, clenching his ass around my cock as I pulled back, teasing me the same way I’d teased him. “Takes one to know one.”
I thrust into him again, harder, pleased when he let out a surprised gasp. Keeping one hand in place around his throat, I thrust into him in steady strokes, finding a rhythm that suited us both.
“Oh, fuck, baby,” he moaned. “Just like that. You feel amazing.”
I almost busted from that alone, but I had ten years of fantasies to make up for—and judging from the way he met each thrust, I had a feeling he did too. I couldn’t ruin it for both of us.
Letting go of his throat, I gripped his hips with both hands and drove into him, timing my speed and thrusts with his reactions, giving him more of what made him moan and swear under his breath.
“You’re fucking incredible,” I gasped, running my hand down the muscles in his back, slippery with sweat and coconut oil.
He bounced his ass against my cock, seeming to take the compliment in stride and pushing me closer to orgasm.
“Oh, shit. I’m gonna—” The warning died in a strangled groan, my cock buried in him one more time. Pulse after pulse of pleasure ran down my spine, unleashing deep inside of him.
