Page 108 of Stepbrothers

“You have?”

“Fuck yeah. Your sexy body, sweet tits, cute fucking ass…”

He kissed her again, and she felt her panties being ripped from her body.

It was the second time he’d done that.

“You owe me knickers,” she said breathlessly.

“You don’t need to wear them when we’re around.” He groaned, and his cock brushed her spread pussy. He held her firmly pinned to the wall.

She clung to his shoulders and stared into his face.

His calloused palms cupped her ass cheeks as he stared back at her. “This ain’t gonna be slow.”

“I know. Do it.”

He didn’t need telling twice. A growl of hunger ripped from his chest, and he plunged into her pussy. It wasn’t gentle, but she didn’t want gentle. She wanted raw, animal fucking.

And that’s what he gave her. Driving in, grinding against her, almost pulling out then with frantic, piston thrusts of his hips shoving in again.

She cried out, her vaginal muscles clenching as flaming-hot need took over. He was so big and hard, and her arousal was flowing from her.

“Oh god, oh god, yes, yes, yes,” she wailed, closing her eyes. She was lost to him, lost to his cock. Nothing else existed. He’d stripped her mind of thought and stolen all of her senses.

She ground onto him, her clit getting ready for an explosion. It wouldn’t be long.

He was still staring at her, his eyes narrowed, determination and concentration etched onto his features. He was breathing roughly, so was she.

“Come,” he said harshly. “Fucking come for me, wildcat.”

“I am…oh…”

He upped the tempo. Nothing mattered except his cock burying deep and his body crushing onto hers.

A strangled groan tore from his lips, and the primal, lusty sound was her undoing. She spun into ecstasy.

He was coming, too, spilling his seed, his body tensed as hard as steel.

Her orgasm bloomed then fireworked. Bright, brilliant shards of bliss fingering over her skin, pulsing from her clit and pussy.

He dug his fingers into her ass cheeks, holding her firm and pounding out his release. Fiery shards of exquisite pleasure burst over her buttocks and sizzled up her spine.

She cried out, unabashed, uncaring. She was in her own dimension of ecstasy. Liquid heat spilled from her, and she shook and trembled, glad of his body supporting hers.

“Fuck, you’re hotter than I even remembered,” he gasped onto her mouth. “That was…”

“Awesome,” she managed breathlessly, her climax abating.

She curled her fingers into the material of his t-shirt and clung to him. “Trig.”

“What?”

“I’m scared about what they’ll say.”

“Our brothers?”

“Yeah.”

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