Page 65 of Hey, Stepbro

"I know we don't have a condom, but I still want you to fuck me."

"Are you sure?" Concern is evident in his eyes.

"Trust me. You said you always used protection with Amanda, right?"

"Always," he confirms.

"Then let's do it," I urge, my heart racing at the thought of him inside me once more.

"Say it one more time."

"I want you to fuck me. I trust you, and I know you wouldn’t hurt me.Please."

"Alright, but we're doing this my way," he declares, a mischievous glint in his eyes. He walks up to me, towering over my smaller frame, and forcefully pushes me down onto the grass beneath us.

"Show me what you got," I challenge, anticipation making my body shudder.

Brock spits on my ass, an action I find primal as it is hot. The sensation of his warm saliva meeting my skin sends a shiver down my spine. I watch as he positions himself behind me, his muscular thighs straddling my legs.

"Ready?" he asks, his voice rough and filled with lust.

"God, yes" I groan.

Brock spends the next ten minutes prepping me, refusing to go too fast. He knows exactly what he’s doing, how to make me feel comfortable.

When I’m ready, he plunges his cock deep into my ass. He picks up the pace until it’s much faster than our previous encounter, and the force of his thrusts makes me gasp. It's a stark contrast to the slow, tender lovemaking of last night, and the change in tempo only serves to heighten my arousal.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he grunts, gripping my hips tightly as he continues to drive into me.

"Harder!" I beg, my voice barely audible over the sound of our bodies colliding. "Fuck me, stepbro!"

Brock gladly obliges, pounding into me with a ferocity that takes my breath away. His powerful force pushes me further into the ground, and I surrender to his domination. Each thrust sends red-hot bliss radiating throughout my entire body.

"Fuck, don't stop," I moan, desperate for more.

"Damn, you're so tight," he pants, his hands moving from my hips to my shoulders, using them as leverage.

As our bodies move together in an urgent dance, the rest of the world falls away. It's me and Brock, consumed by our desire for one another. The intensity of the moment is only matched by the depth of our love, and I know that nothing will ever compare to this.

"Blakely," he growls, the sound filled with raw emotion. "I'm going to come soon."

"Me too," I manage to choke out between labored breaths.

Right when I think I can't take any more, the pressure inside me reaches its peak. As we both reach our climax, the earth beneath us shakes. Our cries of ecstasy blend together, creating a symphony that echoes through the air.

As the haze of lust begins to clear, Brock slowly pulls out of me. I can hardly believe the intensity of what we shared, but the look in his eyes tells me he feels the same way.

I reach for him, entwining my fingers with his, and pull him towards me. Our lips meet in a passionate, loving kiss.

"Come on," I whisper against his lips as we break apart, breathless. "Let's get back to the house before someone sees us."

We share a conspiratorial smile, and with a nod of agreement, Brock takes my hand, and we run naked through the field, laughing like kids playing hooky. The cool morning air whips around us, causing goosebumps to rise on my skin. My ears turn pink from the combination of physical exertion and the sheer joy of being with Brock.

As our house comes into view, I glance over at him, admiring the way his muscles flex with each stride. He catches me looking and grins, raising an eyebrow teasingly.

"Enjoying the view?" he asks playfully.

"Duh."

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