The muscles in my thighs bunch as I try to stay at this fast pace, faltering as he whimpers and chokes around my cock. I clench my jaw, groaning as the tightness around my balls gets too much.
Fuck.
Fucking fuck.
I swear through my mask as I still, robbing him of air as I keep my cock buried deep. My cum leaks down his throat in spurts until my vision blurs, and I nearly lose my balance.
He drinks every drop, his wet eyes on my mask as I stay in position, my fingers digging into his skull until I pull out of his mouth and shove him back.
Blaise doesn’t get a second to catch up on reality before I drive my fist into his face, knocking him out.
Stepping away, I stuff my cock back into my pants, breathless, my chest heaving as I try to figure out what the fuck I’ve just done. Blaise is unconscious in the dirt with my cum coating his throat, and I don’t regret it.
I’ve never been interested in a guy. Not that I’m interested in this asshole – I just wanted to ruin him and my cock got in the way.
Blaise’s pants are completely tented. It seems my stepbrother liked sucking dick. I can see the wet patch through the material from the moon’s glow cracking through the tree canopy.
I chuckle deeply to myself, shaking my head as I turn and leave him in the middle of the woods, officially done with this fucking game.
Scalding water pours down my back as I stare down at my engorged dick that’s bobbing against my wet stomach. It’s been rock hard sincethatnight, when I was chased down by some masked stranger as part of a game and forced to choke on his dick while mayhem ensued all around us, like a twisted symphony of terror. I can still feel my knees sinking into the soft grass, its earthy scent clogging my nostrils. Power thrummed through him as he ripped off my mask.
While I kneeled before him, my heart thrashed madly behind my ribs. He hesitated, and that moment of hesitation, the slight hitch in his breath, made my dick weep behind my zipper.
“Fuck,” I mutter, grasping my veiny length and giving it a firm stroke.
I’ve lost count of how long I’ve been in this fucking shower, tormented by memories of that night.
I’m not gay.
So, I might have a secret obsession with my stepbrother, but that doesn’t make me gay…right?
Besides, I don’t know where the hell he was while I was choking on a stranger’s dick and loving every twisted minute.
Note to self: New kink unlocked.
Well, until he knocked me out with a single punch.
My obsession with my stepbrother has been a thing of mysteries, never this…tangible as it is now while I drag my thumb over the crown of my cock.
A groan reverberates through me, and I drop my chin to my chest. Fuck, I want a repeat. Only this time, I want my stepbrother in the stranger’s place –hisfingers digging into the side of my skull.
I’d do anything to see him unleash his inner demons and allow them out to cause a little havoc with mine.
Despite what he likes to think, we’re not that dissimilar. His violent tendencies and my darker desires circle each other every time we’re in a room together.
Pleasure ripples down my spine, and my abs contract as I visualize my stepbrother’s cruel smirk.
While I’ve always been dominant with my girlfriend, never one to offer up my control freely, it’s different with Cole. His overpowering presence leaves no room for anything but complete submission.
With a predator like him, my power is found in my submission. If I push back, I lose. However, if I willingly sacrifice myself to his hunger for anarchy and complete destruction,heloses.
Though he may think he’s the one in complete control, the mask slips when he gives in to those carnal urges.
I haven’t succeeded yet, but I will.
My balls draw up tight, and I bite down hard on my lip. The water is slowly turning cold, raising goosebumps on my reddened skin while I jerk my cock as though I have a vendetta against it.
I’m so damn horny, and nothing can satisfy this growing need that’s festering inside me?—
