Page 61 of Hey, Stepbro

I reach into the nightstand drawer and pull out a condom, my heart pounding as I realize the intimacy that awaits us. Blakely's eyes follow my every movement, his trust in me shining brightly.

"Here, let me help you get ready," I say gently, taking a bottle of lubricant from the drawer as well. With great care, I apply a generous amount to my fingers, making sure they're thoroughly coated.

"Are you comfortable?" I ask, wanting to ensure he's at ease before we proceed.

He nods, offering me a small smile. "Yeah, a little nervous. But I trust you."

"Good, because I'm going to take really good care of you," I reassure him, kissing his cheek affectionately.

Slowly, I guide one lubed finger to Blakely's entrance, rubbing it softly against the tight ring of muscle. As he takes a deep breath in response, I press gently inside, watching his face for any signs of discomfort.

"Is everything okay?" I ask, concern evident in my voice.

"Y-yeah," Blakely stammers, adjusting to the new sensation. "It feels... different, but not bad."

"Let me know if anything hurts or feels off," I remind him, continuing to carefully work my finger within him.

Once he appears more relaxed, I add a second finger, stretching him gently and taking my time to make sure he's adequately prepared. My love for Blakely grows as I watch him experience this new level of intimacy with me.

"Ready?" I whisper, pressing soft kisses along his collarbone and shoulders, providing the reassurance and connection needed for this moment.

Blakely nods, his eyes filled with love and desire. "Yes. I'm ready."

I carefully tear open the condom. As I roll it onto my erect member, I can't help but think about how important this moment is for both of us. I look at Blakely, wanting to ensure he's still at ease.

"Last chance to change your mind. No pressure," I say softly, placing my hand on his thigh.

"I want this. I want you," he replies with determination, his eyes never leaving mine.

"Alright," I breathe out, positioning myself between Blakely's legs.

As I slowly push forward, the tip of my cock entering him, I watch his face closely. He grits his teeth slightly but doesn't tell me to stop. Gradually, I sink deeper into him, pausing every now and then to let him adjust to the sensation.

"Are you okay?"

Blakely nods, looking up at me with trust shining in his eyes. "Yes, give me a moment to get used to it."

"Take your time." I press a soft, loving kiss to his lips.

After a minute or so, Blakely gives me a small nod, signaling that he's ready. With each slow thrust, I make sure to pay attention to his reactions, adjusting my pace accordingly. As we find our rhythm, the love and intimacy between us only grow stronger.

"Feels amazing, Brock." Blakely’s fingers digging into my shoulders.

"God, you have no idea how much I love you." I take ragged breaths, gazing down at him with overwhelming affection.

"Love you too."

As our pace quickens and the heat intensifies, I can see Blakely's face flush with passion. Our moans harmonize with the rhythmic sounds of our bodies colliding, creating an atmosphere of pure lust and love.

"Close... so close," Blakely pants, his grip on my shoulders tightening.

"Me too." My own climax builds up inside me.

"Please... touch me," Blakely begs, a pleading look in his eyes.

Without hesitation, I wrap my hand around his throbbing erection, stroking him in time with my thrusts. His body responds immediately, arching beneath me as he gasps in ecstasy.

"Brooock!" Blakely cries out, his release coating my hand and our entwined bodies. The sight of him losing himself is all it takes for me to reach my own peak, my orgasm ripping through me as I continue to pump into him with the condom still on.

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