“You’re doing so good,” I murmured, brushing her hair back. “Keep doing that.”
She kept going, even though it was awkward and messy. It felt so fucking good. She was trying to please me—not because I was forcing her, but because she genuinely wanted to.
I gritted my teeth, watching her cheeks hollow as she sucked a little harder, her eyebrows knitting together in focus.
Her mouth was so warm and wet. I’d fucked it before, but I’d never had it soft and willing like this. It was heavenly, easily the best blowjob I’d ever had, all because it washer.
Avery was sexy, by far the most stunning woman in the universe. She could’ve worn a potato sack and not washed her hair for weeks, and I’d still be hard as a rock just looking at her.
Which was why I was about to come down her throat like a teenage boy, mere minutes into being touched.
“Slow down,” I told her when I felt my thighs tighten.
She didn’t.
“Avery…” I warned, my voice tightening.
She still didn’t stop, so I grabbed her hair and dragged her mouth off me with a pop. My free hand took over, stroking my cock, nearly at the finish line already.
“I don’t want my cum disappearing down that pretty little throat when there’s such a beautiful canvas to paint with it,” I said, looming over her.
“What do you—”
“I’m going to show you who you belong to, Av. Mark you as mine so you don’t forget it.”
She didn’t answer, but she didn’t fight me either. My little stepsister sat there, obediently, as I painted her with my cum, groaning while the white strands fell onto her chest. Once I was done, I leaned down, pressing a kiss to her temple.
She started to stand, but I wagged my finger at her. “Not so fast. I’m not finished with you.”
She watched me with careful eyes, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her teeth trapping her bottom lip between them. I lowered to my knees in front of her, still towering over her. My fingers pinched her chin, making her look at me so I could lean in and kiss her.
She hissed when I sucked her bottom lip between my teeth and bit down. I didn’t stop until the metallic tang of her exploded on my tongue.
“Fuck, Av,” I groaned as I leaned back. “Even your goddamn blood tastes like heaven.”
She whimpered—music to my ears—and swiped her tongue over her wound.
I ran two fingers across her chest, gathering some cum, and lifted them to her mouth.
“Open,” I ordered.
When she did, I ran my fingers over her tongue, spreading my cum, making sure she was coated before shoving them to the back of her throat, gagging her. I pulled back then choked her again, loving the way her hands stayed at her sides and her eyes watered.
Such a good fucking girl—just for me.
I gagged her a third time before letting her close her mouth.
She scrunched up her nose, struggling with the new taste and sensation, but she swallowed my cum down anyway.
Before she could say anything, I stole her mouth again, forcing my tongue inside, tasting her blood and my cum together. She kissed me back, her lips moving with mine, trying to be as forceful as I was, but I dominated the whole thing.
She was panting when I grabbed the hair at the nape of her neck and pulled her back. I made her stay like that, looking up at me, as I spread the mess over her chest, across her nipples, down her stomach.
“Look at you, Avery,” I taunted. “Covered in your stepbrother’s cum, inside and out, like a dirty whore.” I slid my fingers past her lips again. “Suck them clean.”
She did, keeping her eyes glued to mine the entire time, her mouth vibrating around my fingers as she moaned.
“Does the sweet little stepsister like the taste of her stepbrother’s cum?”
