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Then I strode back to my stepbrother and knelt in front of him. His erection was massive and tenting his trousers.
    “I’ll take care of this for you, too,” I said, keeping my tone brusque.
    Ever since the first time I’d noted how tense he was before entering court and had offered him this unconventional solution, we’d kept this quick and businesslike, allowing us both to release a little tension so we could focus on the case.
    I unbuckled his belt, thumbed open the button at his waistband, then slid the zipper down. Finding the slit of his boxers to feed his dick through was always like a delightful treasure hunt for me.
    When his full, thick cock was sprung from his pants, I slicked my palms, gripped his shaft, and began stroking him. Then I relaxed and began the patter he needed to pump himself up for the battle to come. “Tris, your cock is so big and hard—the best this courthouse has ever seen.” His hips flexed, driving through my fists. “You’ll demolish the DA’s case. How can he ever compete? You’re better prepared, more eloquent. Everyone will see your big dick and be so fucking impressed. Your arguments will be more potent—you’ll give it to him hard and fast, and never let up. Not until he surrenders.”
    I moved forward and wet the tip of his cock, then swirled my tongue over the head, licking up a drop of his pre-cum and letting go a very satisfied moan. His cock was definitely big and hard, and his hips were powering toward me. My own breath became labored, and I almost forgot myself in the pleasure of his musky scent while I stroked.
    His fingers gripped my shoulder and bit into my tender flesh. “Your fucking mouth,” he whispered. “Tell me more.”
    “You’re a star, a legal stud,” I murmured, rubbing my cheek against his length as I gazed up, letting him see my adoration. For me, none of this was feigned. I gave him the words he needed to hear because I believed them. Believed in him.
    “You’re a good man, Tristan Becker. The best fucking brother. A super star lawyer. You didn’t graduate at the top of your class because your daddy bought some professor’s grade. You did it because you’re tough and smart.”
    I ran my mouth up one side of shaft and down the other, feathering his tightly stretched skin with licks of my tongue. “You have stamina, a sharp mind, and your prowess ,” I said, gently biting his cap, “makes other men cower. They might as well put their dicks away and zip them up tight, because they’ll never be you.”
    I sank over him, taking him deep, and began sucking, my cheeks growing hollow as I pulled and then released, going down then up, my mouth rubbing the sides of his shaft as he stuffed me with his cock.
    His breaths were coming faster, but not nearly fast enough. We were on a schedule, and I knew I needed to hurry this up—no matter how pleasurable going down on him was to us both.
    I came off him and quickly unbuttoned my blouse, unclipped my bra, and pushed the edges of my shirt to either side of my breasts to give him an unimpeded view. The last time I’d done this he’d come like a rocket.
    I pulled his cock to bring him closer and came up a little higher. I pressed my breasts together to trap his shaft. “Show me what you’re going to do that DA, Tris. Show me who’s got the bigger dick.”
    Tristan groaned and rutted between my breasts, dipping his knees and rising to fuck my cleavage.
    “Tris, I know you. I watch you all the time. Just like I know how your breaths shorten, how your balls draw up tight right before you come, I know you’re going to give everything you have to win this case. You can do it. You can come hard and show me how good you are, what a fucking stud you are. I wouldn’t be on my knees, sucking you off and fucking you with my tits if I didn’t know how good you are. So, come all over my tits, Tris. Own them like you’re going to own that courtroom.”
    He thrust twice more, and then gave a muffled grunt. I