Chapter 33
Derek’s POV
“Get on your knees, stepson,” Marcus said that evening, his voice low and commanding as he sat on the couch in the living room.
Mom had gone to bed early, exhausted from the wedding and her shift.
The TV murmured in the background with some late-night show, the soft glow casting shadows across the room, but all I could focus on was him, legs spread wide, sweatpants tented obviously with his hard c**k.
I dropped to my knees in front of him without thinking, heart pounding hard in my chest. “Yes, stepfather,” I whispered, the words sending a dirty thrill straight through me.
He unzipped his pants slowly, pulling out his thick, heavy c**k. It was already leaking at the tip, shiny and ready, the musky scent of him filling my nose.
“Suck it like the good boy you
