Chapter 124 My Stepbrother’s Cock Feels Good (3)
Chapter 124 My Stepbrother’s Cock Feels Good (3)
{RUE}
“Yes. Anything,” I said, a huge smile spreading across my lips.
“Alright,” Damon murmured.
He leaned in close, his mouth brushing against my ear, his breath hot against my skin. “I want you to suck my cock.”
“Okay, no p—”
The words died in my throat the second my brain caught up with what he’d said.
He pulled back, studying my face, his stormy grey eyes sharp with something I couldn’t place.
I stepped back a little, my heart slamming against my ribs.
“You want me to what?” The words came out louder than I meant.
“You heard me right,” he said. “That’s the only way you are going to stay here.”
“I’m your stepsister,” I said, the words coming out shocked and breathless.
“Exactly. You are my step sister. Not my actual blood sister.”
“But—”
“If you’re going to stay here for a while,” he cut in, “I’d better be getting something in return.”
“I can do the dishes or help with the household chores,” I blurted out.
“I have a cleaner for that.”
I took another step back, my feet moving before I could stop them.
“Um… I can help you with the rent,” I offered weakly.
Damon tilted his head, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Oh, please. You and I both know you don't have a penny to your name. You're the brokest person I know.”
He brushed past me and dropped into the armchair. His thighs spread wide as he settled back, one arm draped over the side.
His gaze stayed locked on me.
“So what is it going to be, Rue?” His voice dropped low. “Are you going to suck my cock or should I go ahead and kick you out?”
I turned fully to face him, my hands curling into fists at my sides. “What about your girlfriend?”
“We broke up,” he said, waving a hand dismissively. “She caught me cheating.”
“You’re such an asshole,” I spat.
“We both are,” he said, a grin spreading across his face.
He was right. I was an asshole too—probably worse than he was.
He gestured toward his lap, toward the growing bulge straining against his shorts. “If you are going to stay, come on and get on your knees. I don’t want you to keep my little man down there waiting.”
I stood frozen, staring at him.
“What?” he said, a mocking edge creeping into his voice. “Don’t tell me you’re shy. Anyone looking at you right now would think you’ve never sucked my cock before.”
I opened my mouth, stuttering as I scrambled for words. “That was years ago. And we were both drunk.”
“Yeah, true.” He shrugged. “But you enjoyed sucking my cock.”
“I didn’t.”
“Oh, come on, Rue.” His voice dropped low. “You can lie to anyone else but not me.”
I let out a sigh so deep I felt it vibrate in my chest. “Alright,” I finally said. “I will suck your cock.” I pointed a finger at him. “But this is the last time.”
He grinned at me, wide and wolfish.
“I mean it,” I said.
“Whatever. Just get on with it. I think my cock is about to explode.”
I rolled my eyes. “It can explode for all I care.”
Slowly, I moved toward Damon.
I lowered myself to my knees between his spread thighs, the hard floor pressing against my kneecaps.
Gathering my hair, I tucked it behind my ears to clear my face.
He unfastened the drawstring of his shorts and pushed them down just enough.
His cock sprang free, thick and hard, standing proud against his stomach.
The head was slick and glistening, a bead of precum already pearling at the tip.
I stared at it, my mouth going dry.
“Well?” he rumbled. “Don’t just look at it. Start sucking.”
He gripped the base of his cock and tapped the head against my lips, smearing warm, sticky precum across my mouth. The salty taste seeped onto my tongue.
Wrapping my hand around his thick, hard length, I stroked him slowly, my fingers barely meeting around his girth.
A deep groan tore from his throat, his head falling back against the chair. “Mmm… fuck.”
“Can’t believe your cock is this hard,” I muttered.
“Not my fault you barged in right when I was heading to the shower to jack off.”
“Pervert,” I scoffed.
“I know you love me like this,” He smirked down at me.
“You wish.”
I stroked his cock a few more times, feeling the silken skin slide over the iron hardness beneath.
Leaning forward, I parted my lips and took the swollen head into my mouth.
I sucked gently, my tongue swirling over the sensitive underside, lapping up the slick, salty precum coating the tip.
“Ahh, yes,” he hissed through his teeth, his fingers instantly tangling in my hair. “More.”
I took his cock deeper, swallowing him inch by inch until the thick head pressed hard against the back of my throat.
My eyes watered from the sheer size of his length, but I hollowed my cheeks and began sucking in earnest, my head bobbing in a slow, rhythmic rhythm as I drew his heavy shaft deep into my mouth.
“Fuck, Rue,” he groaned, his hips twitching upward against my lips.
I pulled back a little, using my tongue to tease the head of his cock, tracing circles around the ridge.
My eyes locked onto his face.
He was staring down at me with dark, hooded eyes, his gaze burning into me like he was a predator trying to eat me alive.
The intensity of it sent a shiver down my spine.
He placed his hand on the back of my head, his fingers threading into my hair.
Forcing his control, he began to slowly thrust his cock deep into my mouth, his hips rolling upward in a steady, unyielding rhythm.
“Mmmph—” I gagged around the thick intrusion, the sound wet, choked, and entirely helpless.
Pulled back by his shifting grip, a thick string of saliva stretched and snapped, connecting my lips to his glistening cock.
I gathered a heavy glob of spit in my mouth and spat directly onto the head.
Using my hand, I stroked the wetness down his cock, smearing my saliva with his precum until his entire shaft was drenched and slick.
“Gruhhh! Yeah, get my fucking cock wet,” he grunted, his fingers tightening in my hair to anchor me in place.
I took his cock back into my mouth, and this time he didn’t wait.
He thrust his hips upward, driving his thick cock deep, and forcing me to swallow him whole without a moment to catch my breath.
His hand clamped firmly against the back of my head, pinning me ruthlessly in place.
“Ungh, ungh, fuck,” he grunted, his hips pumping faster. “Yes, take my cock. Fucking take it.”
The thick head of his cock hammered repeatedly against the back of my throat, triggering my gag reflex and sending a steady stream of spit dripping down my lips, over my chin, and onto my chest and the floor.
My throat convulsed violently around his shaft.
I could barely breathe, my lungs burning as the wet, obscene sounds of his cock sliding in and out of my mouth filled the room, drowning in his guttural groans and my muffled, desperate gagging.
“Mm, that’s it,” he moaned, his grip tightening ruthlessly in my hair. “Such a good fucking mouth.”
I tried to pull back, but he held me steady.
His thrusts grew more erratic, more desperate.
My vision blurred at the edges as tears filled my eyes.
I was choking to death.
If I didn’t remove his goddamn cock from my mouth right now, I probably would really die right now.
I balled my hand into a fist and rammed it hard into his stomach.
“Fuck!” he groaned, his grip instantly loosening as he doubled forward. “Rue, what the fuck was that for?”
I yanked my head back, his cock sliding free of my lips with a wet, heavy pop.
I gasped for air, my chest heaving violently as I wiped the spit and precum smeared all over my lips and chin.
“Do you want to fucking choke me to death?” I rasped, my voice hoarse and wrecked.