Chapter 125 My Stepbrother’s Cock Feels Good (4)

Chapter 125 My Stepbrother’s Cock Feels Good (4)
{RUE}

Damon let out a low, gravelly groan that rumbled deep in his chest as he straightened back into the armchair.

His dark eyes remained locked on my face, watching with cruel satisfaction while I desperately tried to catch my breath.

Choking back a sob, I dragged the back of my hand across my mouth, smearing the thick mess of spit and precum over my lips and chin.

My chest heaved violently.

My throat was scraped and burning, and my eyes leaked tears from the brutal face fucking he had just given me.

After a long moment he finally removed his hand from his stomach where I had punched him.

He threw his head back against the chair and stared up at the ceiling.

"You shouldn't have hit me that hard," he muttered.

"You shouldn't have choked me with your cock," I shot back, my voice still raspy and wrecked.

He lifted his head, his gaze dropping heavily onto mine. "I didn't."

"You so did, moron."

He let out a heavy sigh that seemed to come from somewhere deep inside him. "Sorry, okay? Now can we get on with it?"

I stared at him for several solid seconds.

My jaw tightened.

"Okay." I pointed a finger at his face. "But don't hold the back of my head like that again."

A slow grin spread across his lips, and he nodded.

"I'm dead serious, Damon."

"Okay." His smile lingered. "I heard you."

I shifted back into place between his spread thighs, the hard floor pressing uncomfortably against my kneecaps.

Reaching out, I wrapped my fingers around his cock.

It was still thick and hard, the skin hot and slick with my own saliva.

I began massaging his cock, my hand moving in slow, tight strokes.

"Fuck," he groaned, his hips shifting instinctively beneath my touch.

Leaning forward, I took his cock back into my mouth, my lips stretching wide to accommodate his girth.

I sealed my mouth around his thick length as tightly as I could and began sucking in earnest, my head bobbing up and down while my hand worked the part of his shaft that mouth couldn’t reach.

My fingers, already slick with my own spit, massaged the base of his cock with firm, twisting strokes.

"Ssshhh… fuck. Yeah," he hissed through his teeth.

I swallowed deeper, the wet, obscene sounds of my mouth working his cock filling the quiet room—a desperate mix of heavy suction and the slick, rhythmic slide of my hand pumping the base of his shaft.

I took his cock all the way down my throat, flattening my tongue against the sensitive underside of his length.

"Ungh, fuck, Rue," he groaned, his voice strained and breathless. "Just like that. Just like that, yeah."

The raw desperation in his voice made something twist low in my belly.

I pulled back slowly until just his swollen head rested between my lips, then extended my tongue, licking a long, wet stripe all the way down his shaft to the base.

I dragged my tongue over every heavy ridge and engorged vein, devouring his cock, before circling the sensitive crown over and over until he trembled.

Without breaking the rhythm, I tilted my head back and locked my eyes onto his.

Instantly, a sharp, electric tingle ignited in my belly.

Damon’s face was twisted in agonizing pleasure.

His stormy grey eyes were dark and hooded, his jaw tight, his chest heaving as sweat slicked his brow.

Seeing him this undone, completely helpless to what I was doing to him, made something inside me snap.

An intense, throbbing ache pulsed deeply in my pussy, completely soaking my underwear.

I was utterly ruined and unraveled purely by the dirty, taboo thrill of having my stepbrother's cock in my mouth.

Fuck.

Don't tell me I am getting turned on by this motherfucker.

"You look so good with my cock in your mouth," Damon grunted, his voice thick with arousal.

Reaching down, he placed his large hand on the back of my head.

True to his word, he didn't grip tightly like before; he just rested his heavy palm there, his fingers threading gently into my hair.

But the casual pressure was more than enough to pin me in place.

Before I could even swallow, he tilted his pelvis and began to slide his cock deep into my throat, his hips driving forward as he ruthlessly fucked my mouth.

His hips jutted upward in a steady, unyielding rhythm.

I hollowed my cheeks to take his thick girth, sucking desperately as his cock slid smoothly in and out of my mouth.

With each ruthless thrust, his cock head slammed against the back of my throat, triggering my gag reflex and sending a hot stream of spit dripping down my chin, coating my chest and spilling onto the floor.

"Uhhh, uhhh, take it," he grunted, his fingers tightening in my hair. "Yeah, take my cock, Rue. Fucking take it all."

I used my tongue to tease his cock, swirling it around his swollen head every time he pulled back, then pressing it flat against his underside whenever he buried his shaft deep. 

I gripped his thighs, anchoring myself against the frantic pace.

His rhythm shattered—growing erratic, frantic, and desperate.

His thighs began to violently shake beneath my hands, his cock shuddering heavily against my tongue.

"Fuck!" he choked out, his hips bucking upward one final time as his cock erupted, shooting thick, hot ropes of cum straight down my throat. "Fuck, fuck, I'm coming, Rue. Unghhh."

The heavy, scalding torrent flooded my mouth—thick, salty, and bitter.

He emptied himself onto my tongue with a deep, guttural sound that tore straight from his chest.

I held completely still, letting him ride out the peak of his orgasm while his engorged cock pulsed and twitched helplessly against my lips.

With a loud, wet slide, he finally pulled his cock out of my mouth.

I immediately turned my head, choked, and spat his cum onto the floor.

The thick, white fluid splattered heavily against the dark wood, strings of saliva stretching from my lips before I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.

Damon’s chest heaved, rising and falling violently as if he’d just run a marathon.

He looked down at the pale, sticky mess pooling on the floor, then shook his head.

"Way to ruin my floor," he panted, his voice ragged and breathless.

"Well, it's your cum," I said flatly.

He let out a rough laugh. "You could have just swallowed it."

"No thank you."

Leaning his head back against the cushion, he closed his eyes with a ragged sigh.  "You're lucky you gave me a good blowjob, Rue. Otherwise, I wouldn't have let this slide."

"Fucker," I muttered.

A satisfied smirk touched his lips.

His chest rolled on a heavy heave as he tried to catch his breath.

With his eyes shut, his cock lay heavy against his thigh, already softening to a semi-hard state, glistening wet with my spit and the creamy remnants of his own cum.

I stared at it, my tongue darting out to lick the lingering taste of his cum from my lips.

The raw, intrusive thought of his cock stretching my pussy open made my entire body ignite.

I envisioned him pinning me down, driving that thick, hard cock deep inside my pussy until he filled me to the absolute brim.

The image sent a jolt of molten heat straight to my core, causing my pussy to throb and clench so violently it bordered on painful.

I squeezed my thighs tightly together, but the friction did absolutely nothing to relieve the desperate, dripping ache in my pussy.

Why was my body reacting this way to Damon?

He was my fucking stepbrother.

I shouldn't be sitting here on the floor, dripping wet and aching to be fucked by him.

But the reality was staring me right in the face; I wanted him to fuck me. I needed him to.

Way to fucking go, Rue.