Reese’s gaze sweeps over mine. That last bit of information lets her know that she indeed has no choice in the matter. She will be mine, hard and rough or … loved.
That primal yearning has returned. Her canine tooth pierces over the side of her pink, fleshy bottom lip. “Don’t do that,” I order, gently squeezing her neck. “Don’t keep over thinking shit, Reese. We have an agreement. And I will fulfill my end of the bargain, we both will.”
My tongue traces over exactly where she bit her lip, then glides across her entire bottom lip before I taste the inside of her mouth. She purrs and gyrates against me, making my cock press against the inside of my pants. A smile waxes its way across Reese’s lips.
I take a seat on the chaise lounge next to the vanity. “Kneel.”
Sparkling gaze on me, Reese sinks down to her knees.
“Now, Reese, you had my cock ready to explode not two hours ago. Make me explode.” I unbuckle my pants and my dick springs forth.
Before her lips graze against my dick, her warm breath has me even harder. As she begins to give me head, my fingers rove through her wavy hair. She doesn't go slowly like usual, delighting and giving the head of my cock attention before tasting it inch by inch. No, Reese’s throat devours my cock; her tonsils knead against the tip of my penis while her tongue slides over my shaft. I fist a thick strand of tresses with one hand, and allow my head to fall back as Reese continues to deep throat while twirling her tongue around my dick.
“Damn, your mouth was created for sucking my cock,” I murmur.
She moans in response, and allows the back of her throat to grip the head of my erection. Her tonsils tighten around the tip. The feeling is second only to that snug, wet pussy of hers. Reese proceeds to do what I can only describe as attempting to swallow my cock down her throat, and her tongue damn near caresses the base of my shaft at the same time. This sheer action is like the key unlocking the Hoover Dam. The climax starts with my toes clenching under and a warm spray of come shoots out of my shaft and down her throat.
Reese’s tonsils begin to tickle the crown of my cock, as she gulps down every bit of me.
Demure, sexy eyes look up, and then Reese smiles. Her mouth is saturated with my semen. She finishes toying with it and downs it all. Reese’s tongue dips out and takes one last savoring trail over me.
My eyes close and I lean back against the chaise, as Reese stands. From my position, I feel her adjusting her dress. Once satisfied, she lets out a hearty chuckle. “Evan, get your ass up. We are still at a party, you know?”
Unable to mask the smile on my face, I open one eye and wink and then shut it again.
“Get up,” she grumbles.
“For all intents and purposes, doll, I am right where I wanna be.” I grab her hand and pull her to me. Reese straddles me. “I’ve got you. I’m at my home away from home.”
“Yeah,” she smirks. “We just did a very bad thing in your dad’s house.”
“Allow me to tweak that. You just did a very bad thing…” I defend myself from her swat. “Give me a minute, I’ll reciprocate.”
“Hmmm, Evan, I didn’t get to explode earlier,” she says in a titillating whimper. Then more assertive, Reese adds, “Not here, though. But damn right you are gonna return the favor.”
“Oh, you’re the boss now, eh?” I ask as she peeks out of the just ajar door.
"Feel free to call me the ‘shot caller’," Reese grins, stepping into the hallway. “The coast is clear.”
I arise and follow. “Shot caller my ass, Reese. Later tonight, you'll be planked against the headboard. As a matter of fact, around midnight. Ass up.”
We shuffle downstairs glued to each other, as I mention just how hard I'm going to smack that ass.
“Long as you pull my hair.” She grins as we make it to the second landing.
But I’m not done fondling her yet. “C’mon, what kinda guy would I be to smack your ass without yanking your hair–”
“What the fuck is going on?” Grayson shouts from the foyer, looking up at us.
“Nothing,” Reese says, fully alert, smile immediately faded.
His hard, green eyes zip back and forth from the two of us, perceiving stepsiblings in a new light. “Well I'm a gambling man, love, and I'd bet my newest box of Cuban cigars that you're–”
“Oh for the love of God, why am I sparing your feelings? Screw you, Grayson!” Reese stops before him. She matches his look of disgust with her own fury. “Worry about yourself, not me. I had no intentions of fucking you tonight anyway.”
“Geesh, at least this turn of events has shed light on your true colors. Reese, you're such a fucking whore…”
“What the fuck did you just call her?” I'm down the last few steps and in front of him in a flash. My fist goes straight for that bobbing Adam's apple. The sound Grayson gurgles while doubling over is like he’s been forced to breathe through a tube.
I glance out of the French doors, leading toward the veranda. The event is such a blast, that I have all the time in the world to teach Grayson how to be respectful.
My fingers dig into the back of his neck, and I hold tight. Leaning into him, my tone is gravely low, “I've had to hear your mouth all fucking night long.”
“O-okay… okay…” he holds his hands up, palms out in protest. Hunched over, Grayson attempts to sidestep my vise grip at his neck.
“Keep talking,” I warn him as Reese pleads for me to stop. “I’ll show you what that whiny voice was really made for. I’ll shove my Glock so far down your
