Page 98 of Hey, Stepbro

The sight of his flushed cheeks, both on his face and below my hand, cause me to smirk.

"Naughty boy. Teasing your stepbrother."

Blakely’s ass is now a bright shade of pink, contrasting beautifully with the pale skin surrounding it.

"Please... don't stop," Blakely begs.

"Who said anything about stopping?"

I spank him again.

Smack.

Smack.

Smack.

Blakely's moans turn into full-fledged screams, his body writhing beneath my touch as the feverish desire and pain mix together in exquisite harmony.

"Ah, Brock," Blakely stammers, hiding his flushed face behind his elbow. "I'm so turned on it hurts!"

"Good." I move my hand to his pulsating shaft. "That's exactly how I want you to feel."

Blakely's moans grow louder, more desperate as I stroke him, and I find the sight of him like this absolutely intoxicating. I move from his shaft to squeeze his balls, adding another layer of sensation to our intimate play.

"You’re gonna make me come!" Blakely screams.

As I continue to jerk him off, I can see Blakely getting closer and closer to the edge. His body tenses, and he bites his lower lip, trying to hold back his impending climax.

"Let go, stepbro," I rasp, biting his ear. "I want to see you come undone."

Suddenly, Blakely's cum shoots out all over my face, catching me by surprise.

He looks mortified for a second, but I growl like a jungle predator, ramming my tongue out, licking the warm, sticky fluid off my lips.

"Mmm, tasty," I tease, before lowering my mouth to his still-erect cock to clean off every last droplet.

"Damn, Brock! I didn't think I had any more in me."

"Never underestimate what I can do to you." My voice is muffled against his skin as I explore his neck with my tongue.

His moans fill the room, and his body trembles once more. With a high-pitched scream, he unleashes another powerful orgasm, this time directly into my throat. I swallow greedily, not wanting to waste a single drop of him.

"Shit." Blakely collapses onto the bed beside me, his chest heaving with each breath he takes. "You've completely wrecked me."

"Good," I smirk, my fingers brushing through a stray lock of his hair. As I lean in closer to him, I add, "I'm your stepbrother. I do what I want with you."

I pull him into a deep, fervent kiss, our lips and tongues dancing together in perfect harmony. The taste of Blakely's earlier release lingers on my tongue, but it only serves as a reminder of the intense passion we share.

"You know, I can taste myself on your tongue." Blakely’s voice is a mixture of surprise and amusement. "But honestly, I don't care."

"Neither do I."

Our mouths fit together like puzzle pieces, each movement synchronized with the other's. It's moments like these that make me wonder how I ever lived without him.

We may be stepbrothers, but our bond goes beyond the bullshit norms of society. We have something deeper, something unique to us alone.

A comfortable silence settles over us as we lay tangled in each other's arms, our breathing slowly returning to normal. This moment is perfect—me and Blakely, wrapped up in our love.

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