Series: Peach State Stepbros Series by Riley Hart
Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 79283 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79283 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
“Stay right there and do little thrusts,” he instructs.
“My pro showing me the ropes.”
He grins as I move in and out subtly.
I love knowing it’s just me and Bren, skin to skin like this, no barrier between us. Feeling his muscles relax and let me in just a little more each time.
When he’s ready, he says, “Okay, now deeper.”
I follow his instruction until I feel his hole tightening up.
When I stop, he tenses up. “Jesus, please tell me you’re all the way in.”
I glance down, noticing I still have a good inch left. “Close.”
“How is that not all of it? Fuck. You must be harder than usual.”
“That’s a fact,” I admit.
He smiles, like he’s pleased he’s the reason I’m so stiff. Taking a few more deep breaths, he tells me when to push, and as I do, the way he closes his eyes, his lip twisting into his dimple in that familiar way, assures me it’s hitting right.
I enjoy the sensation of being inside him, saying, “I can’t believe you’ve been keeping this ass from me all these years.”
“Could say the same thing about that cock. Fuck, it fits just right.”
A burst of pride swells in my chest.
“Okay, I’m good,” he assures me.
I give him a test run, sliding back and forth. He’s loosened up for me, so now I’m free to probe and explore him with my cock. He clenches his cheeks, and I can tell by his playful expression that this is just my sex expert showing what he can do.
Locking his legs in the crooks of my arms, I speed up, and he says, “That’s right, Tay. Give it to me.”
I obey, rocking the mattress about.
Brenner closes his eyes and reaches back, pressing his hand against the headboard as he takes me. I speed up even more, determined to give him what he wants, to be as good at fucking him as I can be. His rock-hard cock bounces on his abs as his expression tenses up, and I lean down, taking a kiss.
I want to really drill him, though, and it feels like I could do better than this position, so I lean back. Keeping his legs locked in my arms and my dick jammed up in him, I shift on the bed, walking on my knees to the edge of the bed. I carefully step off with one leg, then pull him close as I slide the other off, getting my footing before really giving it to him.
Despite my effort, he says, “Come on, Taylor. I know you got more than that in you, and I want it all.”
I don’t hold anything back, just throw myself into it, ramming that ass as he calls out, his expression shifting wildly, out of control as he loses himself in the pleasure I’m giving him.
“You’re so good at this,” he tells me, like he knows I need to hear his praise. I keep up my pace, working to impress, but between how fucking hard he’s got me and how long I’ve been craving this, I can feel my balls tugging close as my body rushes toward release.
“You’re already getting me so close,” I warn.
“I feel like now that I’m opened up, I can show you just what a good bottom I can be for you. You want that?”
“Oh, fuck yeah.”
“I’m gonna wear this cock out.”
“Wear it out, Bren.” I’m fucking begging.
“Pull out. You’re gonna fuck me from behind.”
I obey, pulling out and adjusting with him so he’s on his knees, me standing behind and giving it to him. As I thrust, Brenner rolls his hips and moves with me, nearly as soon as I pull my cock out, pushing his ass back, taking me all the way so his cheeks clap against my hips.
“Fuck.” I grip on to him and pick up my pace, reveling in the way his ass feels around my shaft, stimulating my muscles as he moans, letting me know how fucking good it feels to have me balls-deep inside him.
We work like this is our fucking job until I’ve got sweat beading across my forehead.
“Keep fucking me like this,” he says, “and I’ll make sure when you come, it’s mind-blowing.”
I hook my arms around him, moving close, and he turns to kiss me as I push deep inside him. I take his cock in my hold, stroking.
“You’re so fucking hard,” I say as our lips part.
“I think I’m gonna blow soon. But I don’t want to come before you.”
“Well, I’m getting pretty close.”
“Yeah?”
I nod, and he says, “Just stay still.”
“Huh?”
“Keep right there.”
Again, I follow his lead, and he rocks his ass, sliding me in and out of him.
“You’re gonna come inside me,” he says, “and then start hammering away until I shoot. Got it?”
I nod again.
I stay still as Brenner works my cock, rocking his ass. I can tell he’s alternating between techniques, clenching and rolling his cheeks like a guy who’s learned how to work a cock because it’s got me climbing, inching toward the edge, every part of me wanting to be fucking him.