Pound Me Harder, Billionaire Stepbrother

Jealous Fire Ignites

==Layla==

Maddox froze with his c**k still deep in my mouth.

His hand tightened in my hair for a second, then relaxed. I could feel him throbbing against my tongue. He was right on the edge.

From downstairs, his assistant called again, louder this time.

“Mr. Langford? Your father is waiting in the study. It’s urgent about the merger.”

Maddox cursed quietly. He gently pulled out of my mouth and helped me up from under the desk. My knees ached. My lips felt swollen and wet. I quickly wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.

He zipped up fast, breathing hard. “Stay here for a minute. I’ll handle this.”

He kissed my forehead quickly and walked out. I stayed hidden under the desk until I heard his footsteps fade down the stairs. Then I slipped out of the office on shaky legs and went straight to my room.

The next day I felt restless. The memory of Maddox in my mouth, the way he had praised me, the risk of the unlocked door — it all kept replaying. I was scared of how much I wanted more.

In the afternoon another delivery arrived. The same young guy from before. He smiled when he saw me.

“Hey again,” he said. “You’re becoming my favorite stop.”

I laughed lightly. “Just doing my job.”

He handed me the package and winked. “If you ever get bored in this big house, I know some great spots in the city.”

I smiled politely and closed the door. It was harmless. But I knew Maddox had seen it again from the hallway.

At dinner that evening I decided to test him.

I mentioned it casually while passing the salad. “That delivery guy came again today. He’s really friendly.”

Maddox’s fork stopped halfway to his mouth. His eyes snapped to mine. The jealousy hit him instantly. I saw it flare hot and bright.

My mom kept chatting, oblivious. Victor didn’t notice. But Maddox’s whole body tensed.

After dinner he didn’t say a word. He just grabbed my wrist when no one was looking and pulled me toward the garage. His grip was firm, not painful, but full of barely controlled fire.

“Maddox, slow down,” I whispered.

He didn’t slow down.

We reached the garage. He opened the back door of his black supercar and practically pushed me inside. He climbed in after me and slammed the door shut. The tinted windows made the world disappear. It was just us in the dark, intimate space.

“You keep letting him flirt with you,” he growled, voice low and dangerous. “Right in front of me.”

“It was nothing,” I said, but my voice shook.

“Nothing?” He pulled me onto his lap so I straddled him. His hands gripped my hips hard. “You’re mine, Layla. No one else gets to look at you like that. No one else gets to make you laugh.”

His mouth crashed down on mine. The kiss was rough and possessive. His tongue pushed past my lips, claiming me. I moaned into him, my hands clutching his shirt.

He yanked my dress up to my waist and ripped my panties down my legs in one rough motion. His fingers found me already wet. He groaned against my mouth.

“So f*****g ready for me,” he rasped.

He freed his c**k. It was thick and hard, the head angry and leaking. He rubbed it through my folds, coating himself in my wetness.

“Maddox… wait,” I whispered. “I’m scared.”

He paused, breathing hard. His eyes searched mine. “You’re a virgin, aren’t you?”

I nodded, cheeks burning. “Yes. I’ve never…”

Something shifted in his expression. The raw jealousy softened into something deeper. Protective. Almost reverent.

“I’ll go slow,” he promised. “I’ll make it good for you, baby. But I need you. Right now.”

He lined himself up and pushed in slowly. The head stretched me. There was a sharp burn as he broke through my virginity. I gasped and clutched his shoulders.

“f**k,” he groaned. “So tight. So perfect. You’re really mine now.”

He stayed still inside me, letting me adjust. His hands stroked my back gently. “Breathe, little sister. I’ve got you.”

The pain faded into a deep, full feeling. I rocked my hips experimentally. Pleasure started to bloom.

Maddox took that as permission. He started moving, slow and deep at first. Each thrust pushed him deeper. The car rocked slightly with our rhythm.

“You feel incredible,” he whispered against my neck. “So hot and tight around my c**k. This virgin p***y was made for me.”

His words made me moan. I started moving with him, riding him in the back seat. The pleasure built fast.

Maddox’s control began to slip. His thrusts grew harder. Deeper. More possessive.

“One day I’m going to fill you up for real,” he growled. “Put a baby in this tight little cunt so everyone knows who you belong to. My baby growing inside my stepsister.”

The breeding talk shocked me, but it also turned me on in a way I didn’t understand. I clenched around him.

“Yes,” I whimpered. “Harder.”

He f****d me harder. The sound of skin slapping filled the car. His hands gripped my ass, guiding me up and down on his c**k.

“You’re mine,” he rasped. “Say it while I’m inside you.”

“I’m yours,” I cried out softly. “I’m yours, Maddox.”

The emotion hit me hard. Tears slipped down my cheeks. Pleasure and guilt and something that felt dangerously like love mixed together.

Maddox kissed the tears away and kept thrusting deep. “Come for me, baby. Come on your stepbrother’s c**k for the first time.”

I shattered. The o****m crashed through me, stronger than anything I had felt before. My walls clenched around him, pulsing again and again. I buried my face in his neck to muffle my cries.

Maddox followed right after. He buried himself to the hilt and came hard, flooding me with hot spurts of c*m. He groaned my name as he filled me, grinding deep to push every drop inside.

We stayed locked together, breathing hard. Sweat covered our skin. The windows had fogged up slightly.

Slowly we started fixing our clothes. I pulled my dress down with trembling hands. Maddox zipped up, still breathing heavily.

My phone suddenly vibrated on the seat beside us.

I picked it up with shaky fingers.

A new message from my ex-producer.

“New address looks fancy. We need to talk about those songs you ‘wrote.’ Tonight.”