How many times have I got myself off to the fantasy of sucking Dom’s cock? I’ve lost count. But I’m about to do it now. Really and truly.

I stare down at him as I stroke my fist up and down. I was right. He’s huge. Like mind-bogglingly, make-me-cum-with-one-look huge. My pussy clenches again. I want him inside me so badly. But first, first I want to make him feel as good as he just made me feel.

I push against his chest until he takes a step back, and I slide to my knees in front of him.

Dom groans, his fingers twining in my hair again, gripping my head in desperation. “Fuck, baby. You don’t have to do this.”

I look up at him, darting my tongue out to lick the bead of precum on his thick head, my eyes wide and innocent as I stare into his face. “Oh, you don’t want me to?” I tease, squeezing the base of his shaft for emphasis.

He bites out a laugh. “You’re going to kill me, woman.”

I grin. “I can stop if you want.” Another flick of my tongue.

A growl rips from his throat. “Don’t you fucking dare.”

“That’s what I thought.” I lick him from base to tip, reveling in the sense of power that I feel that I’m able to make this man so hungry, so desperate. It’s crazy. I never would have thought that I would be the one to do this to him.

He grips my head more firmly, and I take him into my mouth, running my tongue over the ridge of his head, then lowering myself further, wanting to take as much of him as I can.

Dom thrusts into my mouth, shoving my head hard against his cock, and I cry out in surprise, then moan around him as he fills my mouth with his thickness.

“Sorry, baby,” he murmurs, “you just feel so fucking good.”

I want to smile that I make him lose control like this. I wrap my fist tightly around the base of his shaft and pump him while I work my mouth up and down him until his breath is coming in sharp gasps. Just when I think I’m about to send him over the edge, he yanks me up, pulling me to my feet and wrapping his arms around me.

“Don’t want to cum like that,” he growls, lifting my arms above my head and running his hands down my sides.

He spins me around and bends me over the bed, then I feel his hard cock swiping through my folds, teasing me.

“Please,” I whimper when the tease gets to be too much.

I hear him rip open the condom wrapper, then a couple seconds later I feel him pressing against me. I push back, so, so ready.

He pushes just the tip inside me, running his hands back up my sides and arms, then he grips my wrists and holds them in one hand above me, pinning them to the bed. Grabbing my hip with his other hand, he slams into me, filling me in one swift stroke.

I cry out, feeling full in the very best way.

Then Dom begins to move inside me, stroking my pussy in fast, furious pumps, driving me to the edge of insanity in a matter of moments.

The angle he’s hitting is perfect, and suddenly I’m hurtling over the cliff, my pussy clenching and clamping as it tightens around his thickness. I moan his name over and over, the sheer ecstasy better than anything I ever imagined.

I start to come down from the orgasm, but he doesn’t let me get far before he pulls out, flips me around and tosses me higher up on the bed. Then he’s crawling up and over me, his face going intense. Serious. Passionate.

“Poppy,” he whispers, running a finger along my cheek. And what I see in his eyes is everything I ever hoped for. Everything I know is wrong because he’s my stepbrother.

But I don’t know how it can be wrong when it feels so very right.

Dom lowers himself to his forearms, framing my face, and slowly slides himself back inside me. Both of our breaths rush out, mingling in the intense energy that’s suddenly between us. This moment is everything.

He moves slowly, drawing out our pleasure, his eyes never leaving mine as he fucks me in a way that feels a whole lot like making love.

I watch as all the emotion I’m feeling crosses over his face like a mirror. He feels it too.

Then he wraps his arms around me, burying his face in my neck, and we both shatter into a million pieces as we cum together, but somehow, I feel more whole than I ever have.

After a while, he lifts his head and presses a soft, gentle kiss to my lips.

“Mine,” his whispers, in awe, as if he can’t believe it.

And I know it’s true. I’m his. I always have been. And I always will.