But I didn’t want to.
“God, you’re perfection,” he whispered as he kissed down my stomach.
When his mouth reached the waistband of my panties, I gripped his hair and tried to pull him back up. “You’re my brother, Theo,” I said as I tried one last time to stop us, incidentally saying the one thing he needed to hear that would drive him wild.
“Yes, Zo. I fucking am,” he growled as he tugged my panties aside and buried his tongue in my pussy.
My chest rose from the mattress as he licked me in long strokes. He moved his tongue in ways that seemed special, as if he’d spent years memorizing the contours of my body. He probably had.
I gasped as he pushed his fingers inside me, and Iburied my hands in his hair once more. Not to stop him, but to pull him closer. I bucked my hips against his face.Allison was a goddamn liar,I thought as my skin pebbled with goosebumps and a shiver rode through every cell of my body. If she couldn’t come from this, she was the broken one. Theo reached down and stroked his cock. I moaned much too loudly and tried to cover my mouth to silence my sounds. My chest heaved in pleasure.
He stopped licking and just looked at me, his chin covered in my arousal. “Come for me.” He buried his face in me once more, and I writhed against his mouth until I experienced a full-body orgasm that could only come from doing something so fucking wrong.
When I stopped spasming, he wiped his mouth and kissed me. He stroked his dick against my lower belly as I tugged my panties off.
“You know what I want you to do,” he said as he playfully wound his hand through my hair.
He lay on the bed and I crawled between his legs. I looked up at him, and he bit his lip in stifled frustration. I hoped I was living up to his fantasy. He was beyond mine.
I took his cock in my hand and stroked him. He groaned as he dropped his head back for a moment before the need to look at me overtook him. I wrapped my mouth around him and took him to the back of my throat. The moans that came from his mouth as I sucked his dick made me drip down my thighs.
“Whose cock are you sucking?” he asked as he balled my hair inhis fist.
I pulled back, drool dripping down my chin. “My brother’s.”
“Good fucking girl, Zo,” he moaned. He suddenly stopped me, tugging me away and rubbing a thumb along my lower lip. “I don’t want to come in your mouth.”
Theo pulled me up his body and planted me on his lap. I grinded against the length of his dick, coating him with my come. His hands rode up my body, his eyes dark and focused on my chest.
“You are so beautiful, and it’s not fucking fair that our parents got married.” His hand brushed my neck. “Lean back, Zo. I want to see you put me inside you.”
I did as he told me. I leaned back and balanced one hand on his thigh as I gripped his cock and slid his head back from my slit. I eased myself onto him as his fingers dug into my hips to make me go slower. My eyes closed as I felt the full length of him inside me, taking up every space he could fill. He felt incredible. The growl that left his lips as I started to move on him told me that I felt incredible to him too. He wrapped his arms around the small of my back and pulled me closer until my chest pressed against his. He kissed me as I grinded on him. I moaned and he absorbed all my sounds into his perfect mouth.
“Are you gonna come again?”
I nodded as I kept riding his dick, grinding my clit against his pelvis. I moaned again and dropped my head against his neck, fighting the spasms of my body.
“You tightening like that is going to make me come,” he groaned and rubbed a firm handdown my spine.
“Come for me, Theo,” I moaned as his hips stuttered against mine.
“You sure?” he asked.
“Yes, fill me,” I moaned.
Theo growled as he came, and I rocked on his raised hips until I did as well. The smell of smoke wafted into the room, and I remembered the dinner. I enjoyed the pleasure for as long as I could before the alarm blared and forced us out of bed.
“Fuck, Zo,” he sighed as he got dressed, my come staining the front of his slacks. He tried to brush it off the best he could.
He walked over to me as I stumbled to put on my pants. His lips met mine a final time, and I basked in his touch for a few moments longer.
I drew away from him. “Yeah, Allison's a fucking liar.”
Guilt filled me as I came from this story. That wouldn’t be my last taboo book. It was a twisted and slippery slope to the darkest side, and I was happy to go along for the ride. No, it didn't make me want to fuck my stepbrother, but I loved how the wrongness turned me on. If I read this to my husband, he'd think I was crazy and lock me away from Mark forever. But I only wanted Michael. I wanted him to fuck me in a way that felt as wrong as this story.
Chapter Six
Michael was working evenings again, and I had the house to myself. I had blazed through my new books, except for one, and I had intentionally saved that book for tonight. The mafia romance. I was most excited to get lost in this particular book, and I already dripped with excitement over my next set coming in the mail. What adventures would they take me on? And with whom? What kind of sick, twisty desires could I play with? I wanted someone strong, bossy, and selfish who saw me as nothing more than a plaything. I wanted to be inconsequential. It shouldn’t matter what I wanted or how I wanted it. It only mattered that I was a place for him to spill his come.
