Page 97 of Hey, Stepbro

No matter what happens, I'm proud of us and our love.That's enough for me.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Blakely's voice startles me. When I spin around, I see him standing in the doorway.

My mouth goes dry and I forget how to breathe.

What. The. Fuck.

He’s wearing the cutest pair of Superman underwear I've ever seen.

A towel casually drapes around his shoulders, accenting his slender frame.

My eyes can't help but roam over his body, taking in every inch of that geeky hotness I adore.

I tug him close to me by the waistband of his briefs, unable to resist touching him. "Working on an assignment for class."

"Liar." Blakely smirks, raising an eyebrow. "But I'll let it slide for now."

"Fine. I was thinking about how hot you look in those briefs."

"Nice attempt at changing the subject."

With a wicked grin, I yank down his Superman underwear, exposing his naked ass.

Blakely squeals in surprise, his cheeks turning pink. "Brock! You have to ask before doing that!"

"Too bad," I growl, pulling him into my arms. "You turn me on too much."

"You’re an animal."

"What’s so wrong about that?"

It’s moments like these that make our relationship so amazing—the playful banter, the teasing, and that undeniable spark between us.

"Fair point." A playful glint shines in Blakely’s eyes. "But if you're going to be so bold, I might have to get some revenge."

"Revenge, huh?" I feign fear, putting a hand over my heart. "Please, oh mighty Superman, have mercy on this lowly football player."

"Mercy is no fun either."

Blakely inches closer and slips his arms around my waist. The warmth of his body against mine sends shivers down my spine. "My ass needs a spanking."

I waste no time in taking control of the situation. I sit down on the edge of the bed, pulling Blakely over my knee. His soft skin feels warm beneath my fingers as I grip his waist firmly, positioning him just right.

"Ready?" I raise my palm high above my head.

"Bring it on," he challenges.

I let my hand come down hard on his exposed ass.

Smack.

The sound of the impact echoes through the room.

Blakely gasps, his body jerking with each slap. His moans grow louder and more urgent.

"God, Brock... that feels... amazing," he cries out between clenched teeth.

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