Page 76 of Hey, Stepbro

The sensation is unlike anything I've ever felt, even better than the previous times he’s done it, and a moan escapes my lips.

"Fucking hell, Brock." I give in, allowing myself to enjoy the sensations coursing through me. Every swipe of his tongue against my sensitive hole sends shivers up my spine, lighting me up from the inside out.

"I told you that you'd enjoy it," he rasps between licks, killing me with those beautiful blue eyes.

My body’s shaky from the overwhelming feelings. My thoughts race through my head, a mix of disbelief and pure ecstasy.

"Ready for more?"

"Oh God!" What could this horndog possibly have in mind?

"Trust me," he says with a smirk, reaching down to slide a finger into my hole. The sudden intrusion makes me gasp, my body trembling as my muscles clench around him. "You're going to love this."

"Wait," I stammer, not sure if I'm ready for what's coming next. "I don't think—"

"Shh," Brock interrupts, gently placing a hand on the small of my back. "Take it, stepbro. Spread those cheeks like a good boy."

I take a deep breath, attempting to steady myself and trust in the connection we share.

"Alright, but be gentle," I tease, as he continues to stroke and tease me with his finger.

Ugh, I’m in Heaven.

"Of course," he assures me, his voice soft and caring. "I'd never hurt you, Blakely."

Then, without warning, Brock announces his next move.

"I'm going to fuck you now," he breathes out, his words sending shivers down my spine. "And you’re going to take every inch of my cock. It’s rock hard for you, stepbro.Yours."

"Help me get out of here instead!"

"From your moaning, it seems like you want something different." Brock's laughter fills the room, his amusement clear as day. "Come on. Do you really want me to help you out, or are you too shy to admit what you really want?"

"If you don't help me out of here this second, you’d better fuck me."

"Thought so," he snickers, leaning in close. "You're absolutely adorable when you're flustered."

"Shut up!" I huff.

But my embarrassment can't disguise the anticipation that builds inside me.

Brock positions himself behind me. As he lines up his cock with my entrance, I grip the sides of the dryer tightly, bracing myself for what's to come.

With a sudden thrust, Brock enters me, causing my dick to harden even more. I gasp at the sensation, the perfect blend of pleasure and pain sending shivers down my spine. My moans grow louder as he pushes deeper inside, filling me completely.

"Fuck, Brock!" I pant, my body shaking from the intensity of it all. "This feels amazing!"

Brock’s hands grip my hips firmly as he sets a rhythm. The sound of our bodies colliding fills the laundry room, his nuts slapping against my ass, drowning out the hum of the pipes in the laundry room.

"Keep going," I beg, the pleasure building to a crescendo that threatens to consume me. "Don't stop, stepbro."

"Wouldn't dream of it." Brock continues to pound into me.

I can hardly believe what's happening. My moans grow louder with each powerful stroke. In the midst of my ecstasy, I feel his hand connect with my ass in a sharp smack, causing me to scream.

"God, Blakely, you sound so sexy when you scream." Brock swats my ass again for good measure.

The stinging sensation only adds to the relief coursing through my body.

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