Owned by my Stepbrother:The Dom I never wanted

Midnight Surrender

José's POV

I stood there in Patrick's dark room, my heart pounding hard. Watching my shy little stepbrother suck my c**k while I stroked his made me realize I was completely hooked. There was no going back now.

His mouth felt so warm and wet. He was nervous and not very experienced, but that only made it hotter for me. He tried really hard to take more of my thick c**k. Every time it hit the back of his throat, he made soft gagging sounds. His tongue moved awkwardly around me, but it was full of desire. He wanted to please me so much.

"Easy, baby," I whispered softly. I gripped his hair a little tighter but didn't push him. "You're doing so good for your big brother."

Patrick moaned around my c**k. The soft vibration sent waves of pleasure up my spine. My balls felt tight. I looked down at him in the blue light from his phone. His eyes were watery from the effort. His lips were stretched wide around my thickness. His cheeks sucked in as he worked on me. He looked so pretty like that.

My hand moved faster on his hard c**k. He was leaking so much pre-c*m that my fingers were all slick and messy. I couldn't believe this was really happening. My own stepbrother. The same quiet boy I used to tease for being a virgin was now on his bed, sucking me like he needed it more than air. The fact that our parents were sleeping just down the hall made everything feel dangerous and exciting. My c**k got even harder inside his mouth.

I pushed my hips forward gently, f*****g his mouth with slow, shallow thrusts. "That's it… suck your brother's c**k. You've been thinking about this, haven't you? Touching yourself while imagining me?"

He nodded a little without taking me out of his mouth. His tongue swirled around the head every time he pulled back. He licked up all the pre-c*m that kept leaking from me. f**k, he was a natural at this. I rewarded him by stroking his c**k faster. I squeezed the head gently, just the way I remembered he liked from the club.

Patrick's body started shaking. His moans around my c**k grew louder, even though he tried to keep quiet. I could tell he was getting very close to finishing.

"Don't c*m yet," I growled softly in his ear. "Not until I say so."

But it was too late for him. With a desperate little whimper that vibrated through my whole c**k, Patrick came hard in my hand. His c**k pulsed again and again. Warm c*m spilled all over my fingers and his stomach. At the same time, he sucked me even harder, like my c**k was the only thing holding him together.

The feeling was too much for me.

"f**k… Patrick…" I groaned quietly, trying not to make too much noise.

I held his head gently in place as I came deep in his mouth. Thick ropes of c*m shot down his throat. He choked a little and coughed, but he tried his best to swallow everything. Some of my c*m leaked from the corner of his lips and dripped down his chin. Seeing him like that—messy and used—sent extra waves of pleasure through me.

I slowly pulled my c**k out of his mouth. It was still half-hard and shiny from his spit. I looked down at Patrick. His face was flushed bright red. His lips were swollen and shiny with my c*m. His eyes looked glassy, full of pleasure and a bit of shame. He looked beautiful. Completely broken in the best way.

I wiped my c*m-covered hand on his stomach, mixing our messes together. Then I leaned down and kissed him deeply. I could taste my own c*m on his tongue. Patrick kissed me back weakly. He was still breathing hard, like he had just run a long race.

"You're mine now," I whispered against his lips. My voice was low and rough. "No more running. No more pretending you don't want this."

He didn't say anything with words. But the way his body relaxed against mine told me everything. He was scared, guilty, and still turned on. I could feel his heart beating fast.

I stayed in his bed for a few more minutes. I held him close in the dark, our bodies pressed together. Our parents were sleeping just down the hall. The risk of getting caught made my blood run hot. I rubbed his back gently with my hand while he caught his breath. His skin felt warm and a little sweaty.

This secret between us was going to change everything. I knew it was wrong. We were stepbrothers living in the same house. If anyone found out, it would be a huge mess. But after feeling his mouth on me and seeing how sweetly he submitted, I didn't care anymore.

Patrick was mine.

And I wasn't letting him go.