Iwanthim to remember this.
My dick sprang free, heavy and throbbing, the head already slick with pre-cum.
It slapped against his cheek before he could react, the wetthwackechoing in the silence between us.
His breath hitched, his lips parting just enough for me to see the glisten of spit on his tongue.
Fuck, that mouth. Pink and soft andmine, whether he liked it or not.
“Open your fucking mouth,” I ordered, slapping him on the face and then tangling my fingers in his hair.
He obeyed without hesitation, his jaw dropping, his tongue flattening like he’d been training for this. Maybe he had. Maybe that’s what he wanted to happen all along since that night. Maybe he wanted to be on his knees, his mouth stuffed full of my cock, his own dick straining against his shorts like a fucking beacon. Only telling me that I’m right. Turns out my little stepbrother is a cock-loving whore, who likes to be chased, choked and spitted on by tall, masked men.
I fed him the first few inches, watching his throat work as he tried to take it. His lips stretched obscenely around my girth, his saliva already dripping down my shaft, hot and thick. I groaned, my hips jerking forward before I could stop myself.
“Fucking whore,” I hissed, my grip tightening in his hair.
“Had no idea that you had a mouth this good.”
He gagged when I hit the back of his throat, his eyes watering, tears cutting clean tracks down his cheeks. His hands flew to the carpet, fingers clawing at the fibers like he was drowning. Good. Let him drown. Let him choke on it.
I fucked his face in earnest then, my balls slapping against his chin with every brutal thrust. His nose mashed against mypelvis, his breath coming in ragged, wet gasps around my cock. I could feel his tongue working, slick and desperate, like he was trying to prove something.
Like if he just took it well enough, I’d let him up. Let him breathe.
Fat fucking chance.
“Look at you,” I sneered, my voice a growl, my hips snapping forward hard enough to make him gag again.
“So fucking desperate.”
My free hand dropped to his shoulder, shoving him down until his nose was buried in the trimmed hair at the base of my cock. He whimpered, the sound vibrating around my shaft, and fuck if that didn’t make my balls draw up tight.
I’d been at this for what—twenty minutes? Half an hour? Time blurred whenyour cock was buried in a warm, wet hole, when the only sounds in the room were the obscene slurping of a throat being fucked and the occasional choked sob from the pretty little slut on his knees.
His own dick was a rigid line in his shorts, the tip dark with pre-cum, the fabric clinging to the shape of him like a second skin. Pathetic. He washardforthis. Hard for being used. For being nothing. He truly is a whore.
I pulled back just enough to let him gasp for air, strings of spit connecting his lips to my cock. His chest heaved, his fingers twitching against the carpet like he was fighting the urge to touch himself.
“Please,” he rasped, his voice raw.
“Please what?” I taunted, slapping the head of my dick against his lips.
“You want to come? You think you deserve that?”
He shook his head, but his hips betrayed him, rocking forward just a fraction.
Liar.
I didn’t give him time to answer. I shoved back in, my cock hitting the back of his throat with a wet thud.
His body jerked, his fingers scrabbling at my thighs, but I didn’t let up. I fucked his face like I owned it—because Idid.
Right now, in this moment, his mouth was mine. His breath was mine. His fuckingsoulwas mine, if only for the time it took me to empty my balls down his throat.
But I wasn’t ready to finish yet.
I pulled out with a wet pop, my cock glistening with his spit, the head swollen and angry.
