I looked up. He gripped the marble counter, knowing exactly what I was about to do. I took him into my mouth, my tongue swirling around the salty head of his dick before sliding him deep down my throat. I started bobbing my head. I heard his breath hitch, fighting a moan as he talked to Mom.

A moment later, Mom called out, "Isabella? Are you still there?" She leaned into the hot oven, her back to us. "You went awfully quiet."

Above me, my stepdad let out a strained grunt as I picked up the pace, my mouth wrapping tight around him. He quickly cleared his throat, fighting to...