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I spread his ass cheeks apart, not entering him, then beat myself off between his fleshy mounds. He holds my hand, guiding my thrusts until I'm ready to come all over him.

He moans and pants as I come, shooting hot cum all over his tight hole.

When my orgasm ends, I lick the cum off his asshole. Then, I collapse onto the bed, spent. Blakely pulls me into a tight hug.

"I'm crazy about you," he whispers.

"Same," I whisper back.

We lay there for a long time, our bodies intertwined. I've never felt so happy or alive before. With Blakely, anything is possible. I can be whoever I want to be and no one will ever judge me.

Blakely climbs on top of me, then shoves his dick in my throat. "Suck it, stepbro."

I gag on his cock, then start sucking him off. I take him deep, my eyes closed in ecstasy. His long, hard shaft snakes down my throat as his desire radiates through me. His fingers dig into my flesh as I bob up and down, and I can tell he's close.

He pulls out and I sit up, panting. His gaze is filled with lust and admiration as he looks into my eyes.

"Keep sucking."

My own cock throbs again as I take him deeper. My right hand grips his ass, and I tease his asshole while he fucks my throat with newfound gusto. I'm on the brink of another release, and I'm sure he can tell.

Blakely groans as he unleashes down my throat, his cum spilling into my mouth. As he pulls out, I swallow every drop, relishing in the taste of him.

"That was amazing, stepbro."

"It sure was." I smack his ass, which makes him scream.

Blakely feathers his mouth over mine, then gives me a long, slow kiss. His hands tangle in my hair, and I'm lost in him.

This is what I never had with Amanda.

I searched for it for so fucking long.

She couldn't give me what I needed.

Fucking cheating bitch.

Blakely gets me, he's mine, and he's not going anywhere.

CHAPTER15

BLAKELY

"Girl," I say, swinging my racket. "You know damn well I'm not a tennis pro."

Stella bounces a ball on the court. "You'll learn today."

"This was a mistake," I say.

Stella snickers. "Oh, so you can play with Brock's balls all day long, but one tennis ball makes you cower in fear? Grow up."

Stella and I are playing tennis. It's something we've been meaning to do for a while, but our schedules have been so crazy that we haven't been able to make it happen. But today, we finally have the time to do it.

I take a few practice swings, getting a feel for the racket. Stella does the same, preparing for our match. After a few minutes, I'm starting to get the hang of it.

"Okay, let's try a game," Stella suggests.

We serve and volley for a while. I manage to keep up with her, but she's clearly the better player. After a few points, she stops and smiles.

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