My Stepbrother Divorced Me—and Lost Everything.

CYRUS’ POV

A divorce agreement.

He wanted to end this. End us.

“Why?” I asked, my throat dry, sweat forming as my hands trembled.

His gaze held mine, steady and unfeeling.

“He’s back.”

A FEW MINUTES AGO ~~~

My fingers dug into his hair as I arched my lower back, spreading my legs apart while my head fell backward as the first touch of his tongue—a knowing swipe—grazed my hole, a burning sensation blooming inside me.

“Marcus.” I moaned, shooting my ass up.

“Hmmm,” he hummed. “How do I make you feel?”

“Good. Ahhh—” I cried out of ecstasy. “Fuck…”

“You haven’t given a reply.” He teased, his tongue still gently teasing my hole.

“You make me feel good.” I muttered, my voice coming out nervous.

My eyes locked with his and he smirked. “I know it’s your first time. But I still want you to know how good sex can be.”

“Teach me.” I said, breathless.

“Beg me.” He uttered, sharply.

“Please— Marcus.” I pleaded, my body shaking tremendously.

His tongue finally slid in. I shut my eyes as it dived deep into me until his moustache grazed the outer part of my hole.

This is pleasurable. This is what sex actually feels like. I love it.

He began to move his tongue in and out, drawing breath out of me. My eyeballs rolled to the back of my head, leaving my eyes blank white.

He groaned into my hole, making my stomach bloom with pleasure from inside.

Fuck.

Then he nudged my hole with a finger.

Fear gripped me because I knew it would hurt.

I tightened my legs, unexpectedly pinning him.

“Huh… You want me so bad.” He rumbled into me but I still heard him.

“No. I—” My voice cracked, my brain unable to process the next words.

That finger slowly pierced my hole. One of my hands slid down his hair to grip the bedsheet while I shut my eyes.

Pain rocked my body as his finger finally went deep inside me. “Oh God—”

I opened my eyes, looked below, only to swallow hard at the gorgeousness of him. And the sight of him in between my thighs, his breath warm against my most sensitive part, nearly shattered my composure.

“I never expected you to love this so much.”

“Fuck— I do. Very much.” I groaned, the sound spilling out of me before I could stop it.

Encouraged, he pressed his tongue firmer, sliding it upward. A moan tore through me, sharp and electric, going straight to my cock.

I held onto the sheets as I opened wider, giving him more access, needing more of that sinful pressure.

I panted, my voice breaking into a moan, “Slow down. No— it’s good… deeper, baby.” I was confused about what I wanted.

The wet heat of his mouth circled me now, his tongue flattening, then teasing the rim with small, insistent flicks. The sensations were overwhelming—sharp tingles shooting through every nerve, making my cock jerk against my stomach.

I pushed back against him, grinding gently, riding his face.

His licks turned bolder and dirtier, as if my moans rewired his hesitation into hunger.

“Marcus…” I dragged his name out like a prayer and a curse all at once. “You’re driving me insane.”

He groaned into me, the vibration making my body jolt.

My thighs weakened, cock dripping with precum as my pulse raced.

His tongue slid deeper, entering me, teasing where I craved it most, and I gasped, gripping his hair harder.

“More,” I demanded, nearly breathless. “Don’t stop. Don’t you fucking dare stop.”

He tongue-fucked me raw—a filthy devotion as his finger continued to penetrate me.

I wanted to cum. I wanted to let go right there, into the sheets, into his control.

He removed his tongue. His finger followed, leaving me to wince out.

He moved upward swiftly. He gripped my cock, a villainous smile playing across his lips. “It looks beautiful.”

“Just— fuck me.” I pleaded, whining my waist.

His eyes widened, his lips swollen and wet. “Patience, darling husband.”

His lips opened, hot and slick as it wrapped around my cock. A groan tore out of my throat the second his tongue slid over my length.

I shifted until my cock brushed his throat, begging for more attention.

He released my cock with a pop before he dragged his tongue slowly along the underside, tasting the salt of my skin, before finally swallowing me down again.

The sound that left him made my cock twitch deep in his throat.

“Mm— fuck,” he moaned around me, sending vibrations all the way up my spine.

He continued sucking ny cock while I moaned into the sheets, begging him for more.

Suddenly, he released my cock from his mouth and in a swift movement, he turned me over, my face into the sheets below.

“Take my cock,” was all he said before he spread my ass apart and pushed his rock hard dick into me.

At the rim, he paused as it was tight. He groaned softly, pinning my head into the sheets and finally slid in gently.

I cried out of pleasure, writhing beneath him as my cock strained against the mattress.

“Please—” I begged, almost wanting him to stop but he didn’t. Instead, he moved backward and slowly eased his cock into me.

My hole clenched, letting me bite down my lower lips as pleasure consumed me.

His hand gripped my lower waist, raising my ass up. Slowly, he moved inside me, plunging every inch of his cock into me.

I moaned his name as he slammed into me until my stomach tightened. I struggled to get him off as my cock strained harder.

My body shook tremendously until I felt sprout and sprout of my sperm spilling out of me, wetting the bed.

“I’m cumming.” He said and before I realized it, warmth filled my hole up before he fell on top of me, panting heavily out of exhaustion.

“Damn it, you’re so sweet,” he murmured, pressing soft kisses to my back before rolling away.

I turned to face him, my heart pounding, and that was when it hit me—what we had just done.

This wasn’t part of the three-year marriage contract.

And he wasn’t just my husband—He was my stepbrother.