You’re Not So Bad, Stepbro | Forbidden Heat

You’re not so bad, stepbro, and that’s exactly what I was thinking as we sat there on the couch, the TV droning on while the air between us got thicker with every accidental brush of our knees. The stepbro blowjob started out tentative, almost shy, with my hand trembling as I unzipped his jeans, but the second my lips touched him, that nervous energy flipped into something primal and hungry, and I could feel him gasp above me, his fingers threading through my hair like he was scared I’d stop. I took my time, savoring the weight on my tongue and the way his breathing turned ragged, that forbidden heat building in my stomach until I couldn’t stand it anymore, so I pulled back, shed my clothes in a clumsy rush, and swung a leg over his hips for a cowgirl ride that was anything but graceful—it was messy and desperate, my nails digging into his shoulders as I rolled my hips against his, feeling every inch of him stretch me open while he groaned my name under his breath. The slick sound of us moving together filled the room, and when I finally felt him pulse inside me, spilling that creampie deep, I collapsed onto his chest, both of us panting and laughing at how absurdly intense that had gotten. We didn’t talk about it after, just exchanged a look that said everything, and honestly, I’d do it again in a heartbeat.