Home Alone with My Stepbrother ( III )

PENELOPE POV

"Tell me you don’t want this," Daniel challenged, his voice vibrating in the tiny, hot space between our mouths. "Tell me right now, look me in the eye and say you don't want your stepbrother to fuck you, and I won’t bother you anymore."

I tried. I really tried to pull together some kind of lie, but my throat was bone-dry. I looked up into his eyes, and they were so dark, so intense, that I couldn't even blink. Every part of me was screaming "Yes," even as my brain was trying to find a way to run.

My body had already given up the fight. My thin top was damp from the spilled water, and it was clinging to me like a second skin. I could feel my nipples, hard and aching, pressing right against the heat of his chest. There was no hiding it. He could feel them through his own shirt, and I knew he liked it.

I opened my mouth to say "No," but all that came out was a shaky, broken gasp.

"I... Daniel, we can't," I whispered, but even as I said it, I was leaning into him. I could feel his hard cock thick and heavy against my stomach, and the friction was making me lose my mind. I was so wet that my thighs felt slick, and every time he shifted his weight, I felt a jolt of electricity shoot straight to my clit.

"That's not what I asked, Penny," he growled, his grip on my waist tightening until it almost hurt. "Don't tell me what we can't do. Tell me you don't want it. Say the words."

I looked at his lips, then back at his eyes. The tension was so thick I could taste it. I felt his hand leave my waist, his fingers sliding down, grazing the curve of my hip before he hooked them into the waistband of my denim skirt.

"I want you," I finally choked out, the truth spilling out of me like a confession. "God, Daniel, I want you so bad."

A dark, satisfied smirk spread across his face, one that made my stomach do a complete flip. He didn't move away. Instead, he reached down, his large, warm hand sliding right under the hem of my denim skirt. I gasped as his fingers found exactly what they were looking for. Since I wasn't wearing any panties, there was no barrier. He slid two fingers deep into my soaking wet pussy, moving them in a slow, agonizing circle that made my knees buckle.

I leaned my forehead against his chest, whimpering as he pulled his hand back out. He brought his glistening fingers right up to his own mouth, his eyes never leaving mine as he licked my pussy juice off them .

"You taste even better than I had anticipated," he growled, his voice dropping an octave. "So sweet. So ready for me."

Before I could even process what he’d said, he gripped my waist and hoisted me up onto the cold granite of the kitchen counter. I felt the chill of the stone against my bare ass, a sharp contrast to the heat radiating off him. He stepped between my thighs, his hands reaching down to spread my legs wide. I felt completely exposed, my neatly shaved pussy glistening under the bright kitchen lights, dripping with the wetness he had just provoked.

He didn't hesitate. Daniel dropped his head, his mouth hovering just inches from my pussy. I felt his hot breath against my sensitive skin, and then his tongue made contact. I let out a loud, crazy moan as he began sucking and licking my clit, his tongue working in firm, expert strokes. He was tongue-fucking me with a hunger that was terrifying and beautiful all at once.

My hands flew to his hair, my fingers tangling in the thick strands, pulling him closer, begging for more. I arched my back, my heels digging into the counter as the pleasure built up like a tidal wave.

"Oh, God, Daniel... right there... please!" I sobbed out.

The world blurred. I felt the muscles in my thighs twitching uncontrollably as the climax hit me. I came hard, my body jerking against his mouth as he continued to lap up every drop of my release, licking me completely clean. I was still shaking, my breath coming in ragged gasps, when he stood back up.

He didn't give me a second to recover. He dragged me off the counter and toward the kitchen island, away from the sink. He didn't say another word. He just pushed me down, forcing me onto my knees on the cold tile floor.

I looked up at him, my heart in my throat. I could see the bulge in his jeans, huge and demanding. My hands were shaking as I reached out, my fingers fumbling with his belt. I pulled it open, the leather clicking loudly in the quiet kitchen. Then I popped the button of his jeans and slowly pulled the zipper down.

His cock snapped out, thick, veiny, and already glistening with precum at the head. It was even bigger than I’d imagined when I was watching him from the door . The smell of him, Sara and musk soap hit  me full in the face.

"Take it," he commanded, his voice raw.

I didn't hesitate. I wrapped my hand around the base, feeling how hot and tight his skin was. I leaned forward, my tongue darting out to lick the bead of precum  at the tip before I slid my mouth over him. I took as much as I could, my eyes fluttering shut as I felt the weight of his cock filling my throat.

"Oh, fuck, Penny," Daniel gasped, his hands slamming onto the kitchen counter behind him for balance. "Yes... just like that."

I started moving my head, picking up the pace, my hands cupping his heavy balls while I worked on his cock. I wanted to please him so badly it hurt. I could hear his breath hitching, his hips starting to twitch as I sucked harder, my saliva trailing down the shaft. I was lost in it, lost in the taste of him and the way his muscles were tensing up above me.

Then, the electronic chirp of the smart lock echoed from the front door.

Beep-beep-beep-click.

My heart stopped. I froze, my mouth still wrapped around him, my fingers dug into his thighs.

"Daniel? You home?"

It was his father’s voice. Deep and booming. He wasn't supposed to be back from the law firm for hours, but there he was, already stepping into the house.

"I forgot the documents for the Miller case," we heard him say, his footsteps thumping heavily toward the kitchen area.

I looked up at Daniel in pure horror, my eyes pleading with him. I was still on my knees, his cock still in my mouth , and we were trapped. The kitchen island was the only thing between us and his dad. 

Daniel's grip on my hair tightened, his eyes locking onto mine. He didn't move. He didn't even try to pull away. He just stood there, hard and proud, looking toward the hallway where his father was approaching.