Her hands wrapped around my cock as she pulled it out, slowly sliding up and down.
“Is that what you want inside you?” I whispered in her ear.
“I’m not even sure it could,” she said back, biting her lip.
“You can take it. I’ll make sure you can.”
She slid down off the desk, moving me back a step. Her hands slowly moved up my length, using the pre-cum to slide smoothly.
“How will you do that?” she asked.
“First, I’ll make sure that pussy is soaked beyond soaking. You’ll be wetter than you ever thought possible.”
“Okay. That’s done.”
“Next, I’ll spread your legs wide, make sure you’re ready for me.”
“And then?”
“And then I’ll press the tip of my cock against you and slowly slide myself deep inside until you’ve taken every inch.”
She dropped to her knees, biting her lip. “And then?”
“Then I’ll slowly slide myself back and forth, grinding my hips against yours.”
She opened her mouth and took the tip of my cock between her lips.
I was practically ready to blow right there. I’d never been so fucking hard in my life, never wanted someone’s fucking tongue along the tip of my dick so much. I wanted her to swallow every fucking inch.
She began to suck me, working the tip with her tongue, sliding it in and out. I groaned and grabbed the back of her head, not able to wait anymore. I pressed her forward, pushing my cock into her mouth and throat, and she instantly responded by sucking me harder and faster.
I’d never seen someone so hungry for cock before, but Laney sucked me like a pro. Her hand worked the spit from her lips along my shaft as her tongue worked my tip, sucking me fast and hard.
She pulled me out and began to work my fucking sack as she jerked off my cock like an expert.
“Fuck, girl,” I groaned. “You suck cock like you were born to do it.”
She moved back to my tip, sucking me and sliding it deep into her mouth and throat. I began to fuck her face then, sliding my cock in and out.
I could feel the fucking desire run like hot fire through my balls. I was aching to burst. I wanted her to swallow my cum, to take every drop, and she was sucking my cock like she expected it. Her long hair swayed as her head bobbed back and forth, her mouth working my cock.
She wasn’t shy, that was for sure. I’d never expected it from her, but she was a fucking pro. Pure pleasure fire was rolling through my veins. After seeing that tight pussy up close and tasting her cunt, I was ready to go.
But you added in her incredible cock-sucking skills and I could barely hold back.
“Suck that cock, girl,” I groaned. “Suck out every drop. You want me to come right into your throat?”
She looked me right in the eye. “I want to swallow every drop of you.”
“Fuck,” I said, pressing her mouth back down on my cock. She sucked me hard and fast, working her hand.
She pulled back, taking a deep breath and jerking me off. “Come on, Easton,” she said. “Come in my mouth.” She looked me right in the eye. “Come for me, Easton. I want your cum.”
That fucking did it.
I pressed her back down and she went to work wildly.
I stood back as I felt the orgasm begin to build in the base of my cock.
She worked me, sucking and jerking.
“Keep going,” I said. “Keep sucking that cock. I’m going to come deep down your throat.”
She began to moan as she sucked me and I couldn’t stand it.
The orgasm burst through me. She took every drop of my hot cum, swallowing it like it was nothing. I couldn’t believe how greedy and incredible she was, working my cock like that.
Finally, slowly, the orgasm subsided, and she sucked off every last drop. She even cleaned me off with her tongue, smiling the whole time.
I pulled her to her feet. “You’re fucking incredible,” I said, kissing her.
And just as I felt my cock begin to stir again, the buzzer rang.
She looked at me and giggled. “Client is here.”
“Fuck the client,” I said.
“Come on, we need work.”
“Fuck,” I grunted. “Fine.”
“Better clean up.”
She grabbed her panties and slipped them on.
“You stall them.” I grabbed my shit and went into the bathroom.
My heart was pounding as I pissed and dressed.
I couldn’t believe her. Laney, my fucking stepsister, sucking my cock like it was the only thing in the world she wanted.
I put myself together and took a deep breath.
I walked back out into the main office.
“How can I help you today?” I said.
13
Laney
Easton parked the car in some shadows and cut the engine.
“Normally,” he said, “we don’t go out this quickly after getting a case.”
“Why?” I asked.
“You need time to plan, to research. But Mrs. Smith said her cheating husband would likely be here today, so we have to follow it up.”
“Think that’s her real name?”
He grinned at me. “I don’t ask that sort of question.”
My body was still buzzing from hours earlier. Easton had come at me like a hurricane, his body pressed against mine. I could still feel the deep daggers of pleasure winding their way through my spine and taste him in my mouth. He was intense, strong, and so attractive that it almost made it hard to sit next to him without throwing myself across the seats.
As soon as Mrs. Smith had shown up, he was all business. It was almost like he hadn’t been eating my pussy out just a few minutes earlier and I hadn’t had his thick cock in my mouth. But the sly glance he gave me as we descended the elevator told me that it was as much on his mind as it was on mine.
At the time, any thoughts about him being my stepbrother were totally buried in the overwhelming desire I’d felt for him. I knew we weren’t really related or anything, but a relationship between the two of us would be a huge scandal. In a small town like Mishawaka, anything out of the ordinary was news.
And letting your handsome, dark stepbrother get you off on his desk was one of those things.
In retrospect, I couldn’t believe Mrs. Smith hadn’t said anything about the mess. We had just cleared off the desk, throwing papers and pens onto the floor, but she made no comment. It was almost as if none of it existed.
That made sense. In a private detective’s world, there were secrets within secrets and things you simply didn’t talk about.
“Where is he?” Easton mumbled to himself.
We had been sitting in the car, parked outside a hotel, for the last two hours. The sun was beginning to get low in the sky, casting long shadows across the lot. Easton had moved the car a few times, just to make sure we didn’t look suspicious.
He pulled out the picture Mrs. Smith had given us and looked at it again.
“Busy,” I said. “Cheaters aren’t exactly punctual.”
“That’s the thing. They usually are.”
“Doesn’t seem like a cheater would much care if he was a few minutes late.”
“Actually, they do. When you’re cheating, you’re hyper focused on not breaking any rules, almost to the point where it’s suspicious.”