Page 73 of Hey, Stepbro

"More than anything. I trust you."

"Good. Because I'm going to fuck you like you'll never forget."

Brock leans down to capture my lips in another searing kiss, and I know that this—with his hands on my body, his love surrounding me, and the promise of unimaginable elation to come—is everything I've ever wanted.

"First," he says, breaking the kiss, "let's have another type of fun."

Brock strides over to the fridge and retrieves a bottle of strawberry syrup. My eyes widen as I realize what he has in mind.

"Oooh, naughty," I tease.

"Only the best for you."

He drizzles the syrup onto my chest, drawing intricate patterns that send shivers through my body.

The cold liquid contrasts sharply with my heated skin, making me gasp.

"Delicious," he purrs, lowering his head to lick the syrup from my body.

His tongue glides along my skin, following the sticky trails he's created. Each stroke sends bolts of expectation through me, and I moan helplessly as he teases me mercilessly.

"Please, Brock." I strain against the handcuffs in an attempt to touch him.

But he simply chuckles, shaking his head as he continues his torturous ministrations.

"Patience, stepbro," he murmurs, moving lower and lower until he reaches my throbbing cock. He gives it a long, lingering lick, tasting the strawberry syrup that's dripped there.

I scream, unable to contain my arousal any longer as the sensation of his tongue on me overwhelms me.

"God, I'm so hard," I gasp, my chest heaving as I struggle to catch my breath. Brock looks up at me, his blue eyes brimming with love and lust.

He grips my jaw. "That's the way you should always be around me."

Brock takes my cock into his mouth.

"Ah, Brock!" I cry out as his lips engulfs me. His tongue expertly swirls around my sensitive tip, teasing me.

Nothing compares to the sensation of his tongue on my glans. It’s hot as hell, and my hips pump of their own accord.

"Please," I whisper, practically begging him to take me.

Brock grabs the lube from the counter. He spreads my legs apart and applies the slick substance onto himself. My breath hitches as I watch him, my body eager to be joined with his.

"Here we go, stepbro." He slowly pushes inside me.

"God, you feel incredible," I groan as Brock begins to move, thrusting gently at first but gradually picking up speed. Our eyes lock, and there's an intensity in his gaze that makes me shake.

"Tell me how much you want this," Brock growls, his powerful hips slamming into me as he drives deeper.

"More, Brock, please! I need you!" I plead, unable to hide the raw hunger in my voice. He grins wickedly, his eyes never leaving mine as he continues to pound into me.

"Good boy," he purrs, leaning down to capture my lips in a searing kiss.

Our tongues dance together, battling for dominance as our bodies meld together on the kitchen table.

The sensation of Brock inside me, filling me up completely, sends shivers down my spine. He maintains steady eye contact as he thrusts in and out of me, our connection palpable. I can see the love in his eyes, and it only intensifies the need steamrolling my body.

"Blakely, you feel so good," Brock breathes out, his words sending a thrill down my spine. My toes twitch, not only from the physical act, but from the knowledge that we're sharing something special, something intimate and loving.

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