Page 85 of Hey, Stepbro

With Blakely wrapped around me, I carry him down the hallway and into my bedroom. His eager hands explore my body, tracing the contours of my muscles as we move. The anticipation of what's to come leaves me breathless.

"God, Brock," he murmurs, "you're so strong."

"I work these muscles to the fucking bone for you. They’re yours. Every plane and sinew."

I crush Blakely down on the bed, his legs still locked around my waist. He pulls me down on top of him, and our bodies press together in perfect harmony.

The scent of his body wash fills my nostrils—spicy and sweet, like flowers and cloves. My right hand bunches up the Riverside Rawdogs jersey that hangs off his body. The fabric crinkles under my grip, and I bring my lips to his.

"Fuck me." His voice is desperate with desire.

Our mouths meet in a fiery exchange, tongues dancing and intertwining as if they were made for each other. I can taste the lingering mint from his toothpaste, fresh and cool, contrasting with the warmth of our kiss.

"Ah!" Blakely screams into my lips, his body tensing beneath me. His wetness seeps through the jersey as he experiences a spontaneous orgasm.

Cum spurts onto the fabric, some even landing on his chin. The sight of it makes me growl.

"Pace yourself, stepbro!"

Blakely's cheeks flush with embarrassment, but he doesn't shy away from my gaze. "I-I'm sorry. I couldn't help it. You make me feel things I've never felt before."

"There’s no need to apologize. Making you come turns me on."

"Thank you," he whispers, his blue eyes shining with gratitude.

"Are you okay to keep going?" I ask, concern lacing my words as I look deep into Blakely's eyes. His cheeks are flushed, and his chest heaves with each labored breath.

"Y-yes," he gasps out, a determined glint in his eyes. "I want your cock. All of it."

"Let me know if it gets to be too much, okay?"

"Promise."

I reach for the lube we'd bought together during one of our shopping excursions, its presence a testament to our anticipation for this moment. I squeeze a generous amount onto my fingers, then apply it to my throbbing cock. The cool sensation sends a shiver down my spine, but it's nothing compared to the heat that awaits me.

"Ready?" I position myself between Blakely's legs.

"More than ever."

With a raw push, I slide into him, inch by slow inch. The tight warmth enveloping me is almost overwhelming, and I have to force myself to take measured breaths to stay in control. A whimper escapes Blakely's lips, and I pause, giving him time to adjust.

"Keep going," Blakely urges.

As I push deeper, I marvel at how perfectly we fit together. It's like finding the missing piece to a puzzle you didn't even know was incomplete. Our bodies move in harmony, a flame of love and lust that leaves us both breathless and wanting more.

"God, Blakely. You’re so motherfucking tight."

"Y-you’re hitting my spot," he stammers, his fingers digging into the sheets as we find our rhythm. "I never knew it could be like this."

"Neither did I." My knees quake with joy at the knowledge that we're experiencing newfound pleasure together.

I thrust deeper, our bodies moving in sync. Blakely's moans fill the room, and I can't help but let out my own as the rhythm of our passion serenades me.

"Ah, stepbro… you're amazing," Blakely gasps, his hands gripping the sheets beneath him.

"Right back at you." I press forward until we're chest to chest. Our lips meet in a tender yet fiery kiss that only serves to heighten the sensations coursing through us both.

As our rhythm quickens, so do our breathing and moans. The intensity of our lovemaking reaches new heights until I’m on the edge of a mind-blowing orgasm. I can tell Blakely is close, too, by the way he clings to me with each powerful thrust.

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