Jamie bites his lip.
“Am I… am I taking things too far if I say that I–” he hesitates, color rising in his cheeks.
“That I want more than kissing tonight?”
Heat spikes through my veins.
“And what is it my princess wants?” I ask.
His voice is barely there.
“I want you to… fuck me. I’ve kind of been fantasising about it for a while. And I just wonder if you’d want it too?”
My smile is slow and crooked. Dangerous even.
“Come here,” I say.
Jamie steps toward me, breath trembling, eyes wide and hungry.
And everything between us sharpens, darkens – ready to break open.
The dim light of the bedroom cast long shadows across the walls as Jamie stood before me, his blue eyes wide with a mix of fear and anticipation.
I could see the way his breath hitched, the way his fingers trembled slightly at his sides. He was nervous, but he wanted this. I could see it in the way his gaze kept flickering to my lips, to the tattoos that covered my chest, my arms, my entire fucking body.
I stepped closer, my fingers brushing against the hem of his shirt before I began to lift it, my movements slow, deliberate.
“Fuck, Jamie,” I murmured, my voice rough with desire, “you’re perfect.”
My lips trailed kisses along his collarbone, his chest, his abs, my tongue tracing the line of his muscles. He shivered beneath my touch, his skin breaking out in goosebumps, and I could feel the way his heart pounded against my mouth.
I stepped back, my gaze raking over him as I began to undress myself. The fabric of my shirt stretched across my chest as I pulled it over my head, my tattoos shifting with the movement.
Jamie’s eyes darkened as he took me in, his breath coming faster now.
I smirked, knowing exactly what he was thinking. I was bigger than him,stronger, taller, and I was going to use every inch of that to my advantage.
“Bed,” I commanded, my voice leaving no room for argument.
Jamie obeyed instantly, his body moving before his mind could catch up. He lay down, his blonde hair spilling across the pillow like liquid gold, his blue eyes locked onto mine. I loomed over him, my smirk turning predatory.
“Gotta prep you first,princess,” I teased, my fingers hooking into the waistband of his underwear.
I didn’t pull them down with my hands. Instead, I gripped the fabric with my teeth, tugging them slowly, inch by agonizing inch, until his cock sprang free.
I let out a low growl, my eyes widening in mock surprise.
“Holy fuck, Jamie,” I said, my voice thick with lust.
“Who knew my shy little stepbrother was packin’ a pornstar cock?”
Jamie smirked, his confidence growing as he looked down at himself.
“Yeah, I’m not complaining, but I’m still not as big as you are. How big is that thing anyway?”
“You’ll see in just a few seconds, but just to give a heads up… 10,5.”
“Holy fucking hell. That’s too big. It won’t fit in me.”
