Page 108 of Hey, Stepbro

"Anything for you, stepbro," I grunt, driving deeper inside him with every movement. "You feel that?"

"Yes."

"That’s the tip of my dick in your lungs. It’s what stepbrothers do when they’re lonely at night… shhh… a little harder… please you feel so good…"

"You’re filthy!"

"Are you close?" I groan.

"Almost there!" Blakely screams.

"Let's come together," I rasp, fire slamming against my skull, my temples pounding. "Come out of that little cock. Let my big shaft bring you over the edge, little stepbro."

We share one more searing kiss, lost in each other as we reach our peak, ignoring the sounds of our audience as they find their own release.

"You two REALLY ought to do porn," one of the guys watching us moans.

My jaw tightens at the suggestion, and I snarl back at him, not missing a beat as I continue to grind into Blakely. "No! My stepbrother is mine.No porn."

I'm possessive about Blakely—our love isn't some cheap spectacle for others to gawk at.

"Sorry, didn't mean to offend," the guy says, raising his hands in surrender before going back to pleasuring himself.

As we near our climax, my thoughts are consumed with Blakely. The way his body responds to my every touch. His moans. His whimpers.

Our eyes lock, and something unspoken passes between us—an understanding, a shared moment that transcends words.

"Ready...?" I breathe, a familiar pressure laying down bricks within me.

"Y-yes..." Blakely whines, his legs wrapped around my waist, urging me on.

We come together—our bodies pulsing, lost in the intensity of our release.

Cum shoots out of our dicks, a testament to the passion that consumes us. Blakely's arms wrap tightly around my neck, pulling me in for a searing kiss that leaves us both breathless.

"Bro, I love you," Blakely whispers into my ear, his warm breath tickling my skin.

"Love you too, stepbro."

I glance at Blakely, who smiles warmly back at me. His blue eyes twinkle with amusement and love.

With laughter and cheers still echoing behind us, I guide Blakely away from the group and toward the outdoor showers.

As we walk hand in hand, the lingering excitement from our steamy display courses through my veins.

"Blakely," I say softly, as we reach the showers. The water splashes against our bodies, washing away saltwater and sweat. I pull him close, our wet skin sticking together, and press my lips against his.

His tongue dances with mine.

"Are you all right?" I search his eyes for any hint of discomfort or regret. I want to make sure he's okay with everything that happened, that our wild performance didn't cross any lines for him.

A playful glint ignites Blakely’s emerald eyes. "I've never felt better. I liked putting on a show and I'm grateful you respected me the entire time."

His words relieve any lingering concerns I had, and I can't help but suck his bottom lip, growling.

"Good. You know I'd never do anything to hurt you, right? I love you."

"I only want you to hurt my ass," Blakely hisses, cupping my balls. "When you’re spanking me."

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