“Then why does it feel so good?” I challenged, rolling my hips against his, feeling his thick cock through his jeans. “Why can’t you stop thinking about me? About that night in the tent?”
Cole’s fingers dug deeper into my hips, and a small groan escaped his throat. “You’re my stepbrother,” he said weakly, the protest sounding hollow even to my ears.
“I’m also the guy who’s saving your ranch,” I reminded him, leaning in until my lips were inches from his. “And the only person who knows what you really want.”
His resolve was crumbling. I could see it in the way his eyes kept dropping to my mouth, in the way his breathing grew more ragged with each passing second. They way he kept softly grinding his dick against my thigh. I had him right where I wanted him.
“What do I want, Jesse?” he asked, his voice rough with need.
“This,” I whispered, and closed the distance between us.
The moment our lips met, something in Cole snapped. His hands flew to my face, cupping my jaw as he deepened the kiss with desperate hunger. Gone was the hesitation, the guilt, the denial. There was only raw need as he spun us around, pinning me against the doorframe with his body.
I moaned into his mouth, my hands finding their way under his shirt, feeling the hard planes of his stomach. He was all muscle and heat, his body burning against mine as our tongues battled for dominance.
“Fuck,” he gasped when we broke apart for air, his forehead resting against mine. “I… I can’t stop myself…”
“Then don’t,” I said, pulling his shirt up over his head and tossing it aside. “Stop fighting what we both want.”
Cole’s eyes darkened as he stared down at me, his chest heaving. “What do you want, Jesse?”
“I want you to bend me over that desk,” I said boldly, nodding toward my father’s old desk where my laptop still displayed our success. “I want you to fuck me until I can’t remember my own name.”
A growl rumbled deep in his throat, and before I knew what was happening, he had spun me around, his strong hands threading through my hair as he swept papers off the desk and forced me down on top of it. He forced my jeans down, exposing my ass, his hands fumbling with his own. The sound of his belt buckle hitting the floor sent a thrill through me. I could hear him spitting into his palm behind me, then the slick sounds of him coating his cock. My heart raced as I felt the blunt head pressing against my hole.
“You sure about this?” Cole growled, his voice husky with lust.
“Don’t ever ask me that again,” I panted, pushing back against him.
Cole gripped my hips hard enough to bruise and slammed into me with one powerful thrust. I cried out, my fingers scrambling for purchase on the smooth desktop as he filled me completely.
“Jesus Christ,” he groaned, holding still for a moment. “You feel sofuckinggood.”
I was already seeing stars, the stretch and burn of his thick cock inside me sending waves of pleasure up my spine. But I’d been practicing every night for a while now, stretching myself out, knowing he’d give in eventually.
“Fuck me,” I demanded, wiggling my hips. “Now, Cole.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. He pulled back slowly, then drove into me again with a force that shoved the desk forward an inch. The laptop wobbled dangerously close to the edge, but neither of us cared enough to save it.
“This what you wanted?” Cole growled, setting a punishing pace. “To be fucked over Daddy’s desk like a little slut?”
His words sent a jolt of electricity through me. “Yes,” I gasped, pushing back to meet each brutal thrust. “Harder.”
Cole’s hand tangled in my hair, yanking my head back as he pounded into me. With his other hand, he reached around to grab my cock, his fingers playing with my piercing in a way that made me whimper.
He responded by slamming into me harder, hitting that perfect spot inside me that made my vision blur. I was lost in sensation, reduced to nothing but nerve endings and need. The wood of the desk was cool against my heated skin, Cole’s body hot and hard behind me. I could feel his thighs slapping against the back of mine, the sound echoing through the quiet house along with our ragged breathing and desperate moans.
“So fucking tight,” Cole growled, his rhythm faltering slightly. “Been thinking about this ass every night.”
“Me too,” I admitted, my cock leaking pre-cum onto the polished wood beneath me. “Been fingering myself every night thinking about you.”
His grip on my hair tightened, forcing my cheek against the desk. “I’m gonna fuckin’ breed you right here over this desk.”
“Please,” I begged. “Give it to me, Cole. Give me everything you’ve got.”
Cole’s hips stuttered, his rhythm becoming erratic as his orgasm approached. His fingers dug deeper into my hair, yanking my head back even further as he pounded into me with abandon. I could feel his cock throbbing inside me, hitting that sweet spot with every brutal thrust.
“Fuck, Jesse,” he groaned, his voice strained and desperate. “I’m gonna cum. Can’t hold back anymore.”
