Pound Me Harder, Billionaire Stepbrother

Chapter 6 : First Taste of Sin

==Layla==

The photo on Maddox’s phone made my stomach drop.

One of my old singing videos from six months ago. Forwarded from his own private email address. The anonymous message had no words, just the video link and a timestamp.

Maddox stared at the screen, his jaw tight. “Someone’s watching us,” he said quietly.

I pulled my dress down properly and tried to steady my breathing. “What does that mean?”

“It means we need to be more careful.” He slipped the phone into his pocket and looked at me. His eyes were still dark with leftover jealousy and hunger. “But not tonight. Tonight I need to talk to you. Really talk.”

He took my hand and led me out of the garage. We moved through the mansion quietly, avoiding the main areas. The house was mostly dark. My mom and Victor had gone to bed early.

We slipped out the back door and walked across the perfectly kept lawn toward the pool house. The night air was cool on my skin. The pool glowed soft blue under the underwater lights.

Maddox opened the pool house door and guided me inside. The space was luxurious but cozy, with wide lounge chairs, soft lighting, and big windows overlooking the pool. He locked the door behind us.

“Sit,” he said gently, pointing to one of the large cushioned lounge chairs.

I sat down, my heart beating fast. “What did you want to talk about?”

He knelt in front of me so we were eye level. His hands rested on my knees.

“Us,” he said simply. “This thing between us. I know it’s fast. I know it’s wrong on paper. But I can’t stop thinking about you, Layla. Your voice. The way you look at me. The way you kissed me back in the library.”

I looked down at my hands. “I’m scared. I’ve never felt anything like this. And now someone is sending you my videos from your own email. It feels dangerous.”

Maddox nodded. “It is dangerous. But I won’t let anyone hurt you. Not your ex. Not whoever is playing games with us.”

He leaned in and kissed me softly. The kiss started gentle, then grew deeper. His hands slid up my thighs, pushing my dress higher.

“I want to make you feel good,” he whispered against my lips. “No pressure. No full s*x. Just me taking care of you. Let me show you how good it can be.”

My breath trembled. “I’ve never… no one has ever…”

“I know,” he said. “That’s why I stopped in the car. But tonight I want to taste you. Will you let me?”

I nodded before I could overthink it.

Maddox smiled, slow and dark. He gently laid me back on the wide lounge chair. He pushed my dress up to my waist and slowly pulled my panties down my legs, tossing them aside.

I was completely exposed to him. My face burned with embarrassment, but the way he looked at me made me feel wanted.

“So beautiful,” he murmured. He spread my legs wider and settled between them.

His mouth hovered over me. I felt his warm breath first. Then his tongue.

He licked me slowly from bottom to top. A soft cry escaped me. The sensation was unlike anything I had ever felt. Wet. Hot. Perfect.

Maddox groaned against me. “You taste so f*****g sweet, Layla. Like you were made for me.”

He licked again, slower this time, circling my c**t with the tip of his tongue. My hips jerked. Pleasure shot through me like electricity.

“Good girl,” he praised, voice low and warm. “Just relax. Let me take care of you.”

His tongue moved faster. He sucked gently on my c**t, then flicked it. I grabbed the cushion beneath me, trying not to moan too loud.

One of his hands slid under my ass, lifting me closer to his mouth. The other hand came down in a light s***k on my inner thigh. The sting mixed with the pleasure and made me gasp.

“Such a good girl for your stepbrother,” he murmured between licks. “So wet for me already.”

He s*****d me lightly again, then soothed the spot with his tongue. The combination made my head spin.

I was getting close. My thighs started trembling. My breathing turned into short gasps.

“Maddox…” I whimpered.

“That’s it,” he said. “Come for me, baby. Come on my tongue. Let me feel you fall apart.”

He sucked my c**t harder and slid one finger slowly inside me. The fullness pushed me over the edge.

The o****m hit me hard. My back arched. My whole body shook. Waves of intense pleasure crashed through me again and again. I pressed my hand over my mouth to muffle the cry that tore from my throat.

Maddox didn’t stop. He kept licking gently, drawing out every last tremor until I was a trembling, breathless mess.

When it finally faded I lay there, chest heaving, tears of overwhelming pleasure and guilt slipping from the corners of my eyes.

It felt so good. Too good. And it was so wrong. He was my stepbrother. We were in his family’s pool house. Anyone could have seen us.

Maddox kissed the inside of my thigh softly and looked up at me. His lips were shiny with my arousal. His eyes were full of satisfaction and something deeper.

“You did so good,” he whispered. “My perfect girl.”

I was still shaking, trying to catch my breath, when a bright flashlight beam suddenly swept directly across the pool house window from outside.

The groundskeeper was making his nightly rounds.