Page 107 of Hey, Stepbro

"Get a room!" someone shouts playfully, breaking the spell.

"Shut up," another voice suggests. "We don't mind watching."

"Let's give them a show they won't forget," I murmur into Blakely's ear, feeling his breath hitch.

"Ready when you are, stepbro." Blakely’s eyes dancing with fire. He's as into this as I am, and that only fuels my desire.

"Here goes nothing."

I slam him down onto the poker table.

Cards andpesosscatter through the air, creating a chaotic whirlwind around us.

The sight of Blakely’s naked body laying there, panting and eager, makes my cock throb with anticipation.

"Fuck, Brock," he gasps, his fingers gripping the edge of the table as I climb on top of him. "Don't hold back."

I thrust into his ass in earnest.

As our bodies collide, the eyes of our audience bore into us, watching intently, their own arousal evident. They spit on their dicks, beating off.

It’s a surreal experience, but the knowledge that we're putting on such a thrilling show only spurs me on.

"Damn, you two are hot together," someone comments, breaking my focus for a moment.

"Keep it up, boys."

"Stepbro love is the best love," someone else jeers, and the group erupts into laughter.

I can't argue with that.

"Are you enjoying this?" I pant, looking down at Blakely as our bodies continue to move together.

"More than you know. I love you, Brock."

"I love you too, stepbro." An overwhelming sense of happiness and belonging strum the lute of my heart.

The intensity between Blakely and me reaches a fever pitch as I pound into him with ferocious, fast-paced thrusts.

The sound of my balls slapping against his ass echoes through the gazebo, mixing with the laughter and cheers from our audience.

Blakely’s fingers are locked tightly onto my shoulders, leaving crescent-shaped marks in my skin.

Our eyes are filled with raw passion and love.

"Fuck, this is so hot," one of the onlookers murmurs, his hand working furiously at his own cock.

"Seriously, you guys should do porn," another voice says, followed by a chorus of agreement. "You'd make a fortune."

"Thanks for the compliment," I grunt out between thrusts, unwilling to break my rhythm. "But Blakely is mine.Mine."

"Damn, I wish I had a stepbrother like that," someone else groans as he strokes himself harder.

"Can't help you there," I pant, sweat dripping down my face as the heat of the moment consumes me.

My focus remains on Blakely—on the way his body arches beneath me, how his breaths come in short gasps, and the way his eyes look at me with equal parts lust and adoration.

"Please don't stop," Blakely whispers, pulling me closer to him. "I need you, Brock. My big stepbrother. In my ass. You’re so big and strong. My stepbro is inside me."

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