Stepbrother. Part 9

Her tongue swept into his navel. The pillow in his hand ripped more but he still held on, his eyes following her movements, moving down his stomach. His cock rubbed in the valley of her breasts and he groaned harshly. This self induced restraint was killing him.

He wanted her lips on his cock, he wanted to taste her sweet juices, to drink from her woman's flesh. Then he wanted to make her his, to take her so thoroughly that she would always know where she belonged. He would keep her always. He would love her forever.

The tip of her tongue slipped up the long line of his cock and then swirled around the soft head. It was the last straw, he couldn't take any more. With a snarl, he pulled his hands out from behind his head, each holding half of the feathered pillow he'd managed to tear apart. Feathers spread everywhere and Kendra laughed at the softness of their caress on her body.

"You're molting," she said softly, teasing him.

"I'll show you molting," he grow