My Jealous Alpha Stepbrother
Chapter 96

Josie

The look on Misha’s face tells me he isn’t going to stick around unless I allow him to satisfy me. But the truth is that I don’t want him to go down on me, not after I set eyes on his c**k.

Dribbling with precum and proud as it hits his lower abs. I could look at that sexy thing all day. Only Misha won’t allow me to. He g****s as if having heard my thoughts, and then I’m picked up from the bed like a bride before Misha moves us around.

Within seconds, his feet are resting on the floor as he sits down on the edge of the bed. I’m plopped down in his lap, each leg dangling down from his thick, muscular thighs.

Scorching heat flushes my face. Misha’s c**k is hard underneath me. I stare into his handsome face. I’m conflicted between feeling confused and insanely turned on.

“Weren’t you going to go down on me?”

He smirks at that. “Not anymore.”

My heart leaps into my throat as he rushes me, clasping one arm behind my back while a hand rests on my a*s before he goes in, crushing his mouth against mine.

His k**s numbs my mind for a moment before fire burns in my veins. My pulse goes into overdrive as his tongue pushes past my lips, moving as if he has every right. It pulls a mewl of satisfaction from me.

My arousal is growing, and I don’t get a moment to catch my breath before he skillfully thrusts his c**k inside my wetness. His head is large—I momentarily break from his lips to gasp, but he reclaims my lips, forcing my m***s to stay inside me.

It’s hot, the control Misha has over me. I can’t get enough of his c**k and k****s, and as his mouth dominates mine, our hands are everywhere. Exploring. Touching. Feeling the other person.

I sigh contently when Misha stops kissing my mouth and moves to my neck, suckling on my skin while lifting me up and down from his lap. The muscles in his arms bulge outward, and I grip his biceps, moaning when that mouth travels to my bare chest.

“You’re so gorgeous,” he mutters. “And all mine.”

“Oh, Misha… yes… suck on my nipple…” I m**n, and he breathes an amused laugh.

“Just don’t forget we aren’t alone in this house.”

I’m not listening to him. I’m too desperate, too turned on. While Misha f***s me with that large c**k, I grip, squeeze and claw at his shoulders, squirming in satisfaction.

His c**k is hitting the perfect spot, and I love how strong and thick his thighs are. It doesn’t matter how crazy I get with the bouncing—Misha doesn’t seem bothered.

It adds to the throbbing between my legs. I’m so wet, and the relentless pounding only grows stronger the faster we go. I’m becoming a slave to how great it feels, and anyone hearing me is the last of my worries.

“I f*****g love your t**s,” Misha growls. “They are so perky.”

“Not too small?” I ask, remembering what he said earlier.

“No, they are perfect,” Misha whispers. “Your n*****s are so hard and beautiful. It’s such a turn-on, Josie. Someday, I want to come all over your beautiful breasts and body. You’re so sexy.”

“Oh,” I m**n as his teeth capture a n****e, delivering just enough force to bring pleasure instead of pain.

It’s sexy to watch. Seeing my n****e go into Misha’s mouth while his l**t-filled eyes meet mine, studying me as he toys with my sensitive flesh. A pang of heat hits me at the view, and I struggle to replace air.

Goosebumps prickle over my arms, and I jerk forward, which only sends me into more pleasure. His c**k is angled perfectly, and I can actually feel it swelling. It’s magical. I buckle forward, helpless to sit back and resist riding him faster when it feels so damn good.

“That’s it, dirty girl,” Misha murmurs huskily against my breast, watching me with fascinated eyes. “Use me for your own pleasure. Get yourself off, and ride my fat c**k.”

“Ahhh….”

Misha chuckles darkly with a eureka look on his face. “Oh, you like it when I talk dirty to you?”

I nod.

He smirks. “I love the sounds your tight, little p***y is making right now. You’re so wet and so damn beautiful, baby. Can you tell how badly I want you? How hard I am for you?”

My sounds get more desperate. I love Misha’s voice, his huge, hulking body, and his hot, wet mouth on my nipple… goddamn, it’s the cherry on top of the cake!

“It feels so… it feels so good!” I manage to say.

My pleasure is just growing. I’m almost there. I need Misha to continue talking, and the gleam in his eye tells me he knows.

He k****s my breast, biting down gently as I rock against him. It’s driving me wild, and I claw at his skin. I want him to tell me more sexy things, but the bastard is just smirking, teasing me by not giving me what I want.

“It’s called building pressure, baby,” he teases and looks up at me. His eyes are hooded by l**t, and he is breathing hard, just like me. “Also, I might just come if I keep talking and thinking about how gorgeous you are, baby… I’m trying to hold back.”

That right there does it for me!

I collapse against his shoulder, tingling all over. I’m exhausted, but Misha keeps using and pumping into me. It makes more tingles eat away at my body. I like being used.

I wrap my arms around his head, shivering like crazy. I’m always so damn hypersensitive after an o****m. It feels like my brain might melt into a puddle, and once Misha g****s and everything stops, I smile.

“That was… amazing…” I k**s his ear, happy if I get to wake up like this every single morning.

“It’s not over yet,” Misha hugs me to him and bites my shoulder. “We are still connected, and I won’t pull it out.”

I move to plant a k**s against his lower lips. I’m smiling while doing it, and I smile even more when I pull away. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way,” I tell him, all happy-go-lucky until I remember that bad, terrible dream. It’s then that my smile falters. “You can’t fight against Blaze. I won’t allow it. You dying is out of the question.”

Misha snorts and gathers me in his strong arms. I cling to him like a koala when he stands up. Amusement is dancing in his eyes, and it annoys the crap out of me.

“I won’t die.”

I pout. “But my dream—”

“Told me precisely what I needed to know in order to win against Blaze,” he grins at me. All cocky and confident. “Don’t worry. I got this,” he leans in to nuzzle my nose. “I wouldn’t leave you.”

My heart flutters, and I hug him tighter, muttering against his stupidly beautiful pec. “If you die, then I will kill you.”

He laughs. “I won’t die.”

He better be f*****g right…