Series: Peach State Stepbros Series by Riley Hart
Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 92311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
God, he tastes good. His hand runs down my head, to the back of my neck, stroking.
When I release his cock, he says, “That was hot, but from now on, why don’t you just stick to doing what I tell you?”
I gaze up at him, and he’s got this wicked grin on his face, one that leaves me wanting to know what he has planned. “Yes, sir,” I say.
I hold his pants down, and he steps out. Then I push to my feet.
He runs the back of his hand along my shoulder, down my chest, then flips his hand to feel down to my navel. “You are a beautiful man, Troy Locklear.”
His hand returns to my shoulder and runs down until he’s reached my wrist, which he gently flips over to see his own name.
His green gaze hits me like a wave as he says, “Kiss me.”
I obey, and he pulls me close, our cocks wedged between us, sliding up our groins as I hook my arms around him, tugging him tight against me. Our tongues explore each other’s mouths, the heat in our bodies intensifying as Atlas guides me. We work together to tear the comforter off the bed before falling onto it, our mouths and hands and legs locking together as we make out.
There’s something different about this time. I’m still hungry for him, but this isn’t like the frenzied fucks we shared early on—the ones where I felt like I had to take everything in case I couldn’t get it again. There’s trust now…in Atlas, in knowing that tonight he’s mine and I’m his.
I feel safe in his hold as he pulls away and whispers, “I want you to fuck me, Troy.”
Another jolt of energy rushes through me, and I start for the nightstand for lube when he grabs my arm, halting me.
“Did I say get lube?” he asks, fire in that green gaze.
“Oh, you want to get real naughty tonight, don’t you?”
“I just feel good now that I know the three S’s.”
We share a laugh before I kiss him again.
My beautiful Atlas, my greedy Atlas, my perfect Atlas.
I practically fall onto him, kissing his beautiful mouth before making my way down his body, to his hole, my hands cupping his thighs as I worship him with my tongue. A thick bead of precum drips from the head of his cock onto his abs. “Yes, Troy. Take me.”
I get up on my knees, hooking my arms under his thighs and sliding him closer to me. I rub my hand over the precum from the head of his cock, then add a little spit to it before running it over my shaft.
Atlas nods with approval, and I watch his eager eyes as I press against his tight hole. I haven’t even gotten the head in, and his body tenses up for a moment. I relax, stroking his inner thigh until I feel him ease up again, then let my head settle in steadily.
“How do you like that?” he asks. “How do I feel?”
“Like you’re opening up just for me,” I say as his ass relaxes even more and I manage to get in about half an inch. Then another.
My gaze shifts to my name under his pec, then to the face of this beautiful man beneath me. As he smiles, I push in a little farther…and farther still, listening to his body, letting his hole relax each time, until I’m finally inside. When I’m in all the way, I lean down and take his mouth, allowing his hole a moment to adjust to my size.
“Fuck, I can feel you right there,” he tells me, and as he opens his eyes again, he gazes into mine.
I relax my forearm beside him, and with my free hand, caress his pretty face, tracing those lips with my thumb. I lean back, and he nods before I stroke slowly. His ass grips my cock, and I love knowing that it’s just some spit and precum between us.
I gaze down at him, at his beautiful wavy hair and that surprise under his pec.
He moans. “You like fucking me with your name on me?”
“Yes.” It’s my confession. Something just for him to know.
“I like my name on you too. I like knowing that right now, nothing else matters. Just you and me. Your cock in my ass, right up against that spot. Right there.”
“Oh fuck, A.”
I thrust gently. Then again. And again.
His cheeks flush pink as he writhes under me, rolling his head back, calling out, “Oh, Troy.”
I fuck him harder, rocking his body on the mattress, the headboard trembling against the wall, not as bad as that first time since we were courteous enough to move it to spare the neighbors.
I steadily build up my pace, watching precum slide from his head. He closes his eyes, savoring every inch of me.