Page 57 of Hey, Stepbro

"Me, too," I say, pulling him in for a kiss. At this moment, everything feels perfect.

Brock plunges his tongue into my mouth, and I moan at once. Our tongues dance and caress, exploring each other’s mouths with fervor. I can taste the celebratory eagerness on his breath, and it only adds to the dizzying sensation that’s already coursing through my veins.

Brock’s hands roam over my body, pulling me closer to him. His hard length presses against my thigh, and it sends a shiver of desire down my spine. Without breaking our kiss, I reach down and stroke him through his pants, eliciting a low groan from him.

Brock breaks the kiss and pulls away slightly, panting. “God, I need you,” he murmurs.

"I need you too," I whisper back, before capturing his lips with mine again. We fall back onto the bed, our limbs entwined.

Brock slides his hands down my body, pushing my shirt up and over my head. His fingers trace the contours of my skin, and I can feel him hard against me. It’s all I can do to keep from screaming out.

He moves lower, pushing my legs apart with gentle insistence. He licks and kisses along the inside of my thigh before finally arriving at his destination: my asshole.

His tongue circles around it before plunging inside me, sending shockwaves throughout my entire body. I moan loudly as he licks and sucks on me, exploring every inch with passionate fervor.

He alternates between licking and sucking on me, teasing and pleasing me until I’m writhing beneath him. When I’m close to the edge, he pulls away suddenly, leaving me hanging in delicious anticipation.

“Not yet,” he whispers as he moves back up to kiss me again.

I can barely think straight as Brock explores every inch of my body with his mouth and hands until I'm begging him for more. Finally giving in to my pleas, Brock slides his middle finger into my hole.

"So fucking tight."

I clench around his digit, wailing behind my teeth. Sweat pours off me, and my entire body trembles. He adds a second finger, and I'm certain that I'm going to lose my mind.

He circles his fingers around my prostate, pushing me closer and closer to the edge until I'm screaming.

I'm tempted to give into my arousal—but I don't.

I want to suck Brock's cock first.

I slide my way down his body, taking in the sight of his eight-inch cock. I run my tongue over the head, eliciting a low moan from Brock. I take him as deep into my mouth as I can and swirl my tongue around the tip before pulling back to suck on the shaft. Brock's fingers tangle in my hair as he guides me up and down his length. His hips rock against me with each stroke, pushing him deeper and deeper into my throat.

I increase the pace, sucking faster and harder until he jolts beneath me. He grabs onto my shoulders, pushing himself even further into my mouth until he's completely swallowed by it. His breathing is ragged now, and I can feel his orgasm building up inside of him. With one final thrust, he comes—shooting hot cum down my throat.

I swallow every last drop before pulling away with a satisfied smirk on my face. Brock pulls me up for a passionate kiss before collapsing back onto the bed in blissful satisfaction.

"Stepbro," Brock growls, smacking my ass. "I'm addicted to you. But guess what? You can't make me come like that without a punishment."

I squeal as Brock tugs me onto his knee, then palms my ass. He massages it, then brings his hand down on it hard with a crack.

My cheeks turn hot and pink. I scream out as he spanks me harder and harder, need and pain mingling together in a delicious combination. I'm screaming out his name, my entire body trembling, so desperate to fly over the edge, to soar.

"Stepbro!"

"Come for me, Blakely. Don't hold back. Let me own your release."

I grip his thighs as my orgasm takes me over, a mind-blowing explosion that leaves me gasping for breath. My entire body shudders as I come, my hips bucking against Brock's hand as I ride out the tsunami of my release.

Every nerve in my body’s on fire. Need bathes me in waves, each one more intense than the last until I'm completely spent.

My head is spinning and my body is trembling with blissful exhaustion as Brock pulls me into his arms. He kisses me tenderly, murmuring sweet nothings in my ear.

"You're amazing," he whispers, stroking my cheek with a gentle finger. "I love you."

When it's over, I collapse onto his chest, panting and spent. We lay there together in blissful silence for a few moments before Brock pulls away to kiss me gently on the forehead.

"I'm so proud of you for giving yourself over to me," he whispers into my ear.

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