Page 92 of Hey, Stepbro

Blakely nods, biting his lip in anticipation. Taking a deep breath, I slowly push forward, feeling him open up around me.

"Ah, stepbro!" he cries out, gripping my shoulders. I groan as I sink deeper into him, the sensation overwhelming and intoxicating.

"Are you okay?" I check, pausing to let him adjust.

"Yeah," he pants, nodding. "Keep going."

"Tell me how much you want me." My voice is husky with desire as I continue to thrust into him. Our bodies move together in perfect harmony, sweat glistening on our skin.

"God, stepbro... I need you so much," he groans, his eyes locked onto mine. "Please, don't stop."

"Ride my cock like a good boy," I growl, gripping his hips harder. Blakely's eyes widen at my words, but the lust in them is unmistakable. He nods, biting his lip as he picks up the pace, grinding himself against me with renewed fervor. "What a good boy. Bringing your stepbrother pizza after his big game. You were after this dick, don’t lie. Saw it around the house and claimed it for yourself."

"Fuck, yes!" Blakely screams, his body tensing as he climaxes. The sight of him coming undone pushes me closer to the edge, my own arousal building to a fever pitch.

"Blakely," I gasp, my lips crashing down onto his. Our tongues dance together, mingling with the moans and shallow breaths that escape us.

I can't take it any longer. I quickly pull out of him and rip off the condom, releasing my seed onto his belly. Blakely watches, mesmerized, before reaching down and smearing my cum into his skin with a wicked grin.

"Come here," he murmurs, pulling me into a bone-crushing hug. We're both panting, our chests heaving as we come down from our high. The world around us fades away, leaving only the two of us, wrapped up in each other's arms.

As we cuddle under the moonlight, I can't help but marvel at how perfect this moment is. The football field where I won my game stretches out before us, bathed in silver light. Blakely rests his head on my chest, and his heart beats against mine. It's as if our love is syncing us up, making us more connected than ever.

"Hey," Blakely whispers, his voice barely audible over the gentle whisper of the night breeze. "I have something for you."

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a tiny football teddy bear, no bigger than the palm of my hand. A grin spreads across my face as I take it from him, running my thumb over the soft material.

"Blakely, this is adorable," I say, looking into his eyes. "You really didn't have to get me anything, though."

"I know. But I saw it at the store, and it reminded me of you. Besides, I wanted to give you a little token of my support."

My spirit bursts with ecstasy, and I pull him close, pressing my lips to his forehead. "Thank you, babe. This means so much to me."

As we hold each other in the moonlit silence, I can see tears begin to well up in Blakely's eyes. They shimmer like diamonds, capturing the beauty of the night sky. Before they have a chance to spill over, I lean in and gently kiss them away, savoring the salty taste of his happy tears.

"Are you okay?" I ask softly, concerned that I might've done something wrong.

Blakely nods, smiling through his remaining tears. "I'm more than okay. I’m... overwhelmed. You were amazing out there tonight, and now we're here, together. It's like a dream come true."

A warm glow suffuses my face—this is my stepbrother and the love of my life. We've overcome so much to be together, and I can't imagine my world without him in it.

My gaze drifts from Blakely's tear-streaked face to the twinkling stars above, their light reflecting on the football field where it all began. I feel a sense of triumph and gratitude as I hold Blakely close, his body warm against mine.

"Hey, Brock?" His voice is soft, almost hesitant.

I tighten my embrace, reassuring him without words. "Yeah, babe?"

"Can I ask you something?" He lifts his head from my shoulder, eyes searching my face for any sign of hesitation.

"Of course," I say, stroking his hair gently. "Anything."

"Your coach… he didn't force you to choose between me and the team, did he?" The worry in his voice makes my heart clench.

My voice is firm, but gentle. "No one could ever make me choose between you and the Rawdogs. You're both incredibly important to me, and I won't let anyone take either of you away."

His eyes widen, surprise and relief mingling in their depths. "Really?"

"Really." I squeeze him tight, feeling his body relax against mine. "I love you. And I love football. But at the end of the day, if I had to choose, I'd always choose you."

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