“Please,” I choked out, the feeling of being right on the brink of an orgasm driving me mad with lust. Everything was tight, needing to be released but unable to do so without his permission.
“No one will ever see you like this, broken and desperate. No one will ever make you feel the way I do.”
He moved the vibrator, giving me a little more stimulation, making me gasp. My body jerked when he turned it up a level, my wrists yanking at the ropes, thighs shaking.
“Rowen. Please. More.” I could barely form thoughts, let alone sentences. It was overwhelming, nearly painful, being so close to the one thing I needed.
He’d reduced me to a mindless sex toy in a matter of minutes.
“Remember this, Av. Remember it was you who asked for more.” He kissed my knee, slow and teasing. “And I gave you exactly what you begged for.”
He turned the toy up once more—the highest setting—and dragged the toy in harder, deeper circles.
I shattered for him, moaning his name as pleasure took over. My toes curled, my stomach tightened, and then, I felt it. My mouth wouldn’t tell him to stop, and my cheeks were already hot with embarrassment.
I felt the warm splashes on my thighs as I screamed, but Rowen didn’t let up, didn’t pull away. He kept the vibrator on my clit. Even as my body convulsed. Even as I squirted repeatedly with each wave of pleasure.
“Look at that. Soaking the bed for me. Such a good girl for your stepbrother.” I felt his lips against my inner thigh. “You didn’t hold back, did you? Fuck, Av, you’re so wet.”
It didn’t end after I was done. He didn’t even move the toy; he just kept it right in place. I had two seconds to prepare myself for another orgasm.
“There you go,” he praised me. “Let me make you feel good. Let everything fall away so you can focus on how amazing it feels to be my little toy.”
My toes curled, my head pressed back into the pillow, succumbing to the intense pleasure. Every muscle in my body was tight. Every word I tried to say came out as a moan.
He held steady, no matter how hard I tried to move away from the toy. I held my breath until the pleasure passed, and only then did he pull the vibrator away.
Avery was still gasping, still shaking when I untied her wrists.
I loved it when she was like this—speechless, lips swollen, cheeks red, thighs still twitching from the orgasms I dragged out of her.
I was about to flip her over, fuck her from behind, when she quietly whispered, “Can I touch you?”
One of my eyebrows raised. “You can always touch me.” I grabbed her hands and slid them up under my shirt, letting her touch me, wondering if she could feel the way my heart pounded in my chest just for her. While her hands explored my abs, I pulled my shirt over my head. “You can touch me all you want while I fuck you.”
She shook her head. “I want to…try something.”
“What’s that?” I pressed a kiss to her nose.
Her cheeks flushed pink, and she bit her lip before her eyes trailed down to my…
Oh. OH!
“You want to suck me off?” I asked teasingly.
She smacked my shoulder weakly, her whole face turning red. “Don’t say it like that.”
“It’s so cute when you act all innocent. Kinda fits the image, right? Sweet little stepsister on her knees for her depraved and corrupted stepbrother.”
Her breath hitched, and for a split second, I thought I might’ve taken it too far for her, but then she reached up and grabbed the hem of my jeans, working to unbutton them.
“Fuck, Av. Are you sure?” I asked, getting up and removing my pants and boxers for her.
She nodded and got off the bed to kneel in front of me. Her hands trembled as she reached for my cock, already twitching at the thought of her lips wrapped around it.
Her fingers curled around me, hesitant but warm, and I watched in awe as her lips wrapped around the head. I hissed through my teeth when she descended a few inches.
Her eyes flicked up, wide and nervous.
