My Stepbrother, My Sin
But slowly, painfully, he started moving forward on his hands and knees, whispering brokenly, “Lucas… Lucas, please…”
Each crawl made my blood run hotter. When he finally reached me, I tangled my fingers in his messy hair and guided his mouth to my cock. The first wet heat of his lips wrapping around me pulled a deep groan from my throat. He was hesitant at first, but then he took me deeper, tongue swirling, cheeks hollowing as he sucked. The sounds — wet, filthy, desperate filled the room.
“Fuck, Ethan…” I breathed, hips twitching.
“Look at you. My quiet little stepbrother on his knees, choking on my cock like you were made for it.”
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