My Stepbrother's Dirty Little Secret novel Chapter 170

Chapter 170

He was claiming a tomorrow I had never intended to give him. I had every plan to disappear the second I walked out of this club, to melt back into the city and never look him in the eye again. But hearing that dark confidence in his voice made my pulse flutter with a new kind of heat. Raphael didn’t just want a night, he wanted a permanent seat at the table of my life, and he was already rearranging the furniture.

My heart did a violent somersault against my ribs. The fear was there, but the craving was louder. It was a roarin my ears. I reached out, my fingers looking pale and fragile against the heat of his thighs.

I let my palm glide over the smooth, burning skin of his length. I wrapped my fingers as far as they would go, my thumb grazing the thick, vein that throbbed under the surface.

I started to move.

I slid my hand down to the base, and then dragged it back up. I watched the way the slickness at the tip smeared over my skin.

Raphael’s entire body went rigid. His head fell back, his throat working as he swallowed a groan. I didn’t stop. I tightened my grip, using the heat of my palm, I moved, my eyes locked on the way he reacted to my touch.

“Fuck,” he choked out, his hands clenching the armrests so hard the fabric underneath began to scream again.

His hips bucked upward, a thrust that slammed his cock hard against my palm. He wasn’t just letting me touch him, he was trying to bury himself in my hand, his body searching for a release that wasn’t coming fast enough. Every time he surged against me, the thick muscles in his thighs flexed, and I could feel the heat radiating off him

in waves.

My own body was a mess. My pussy was soaking wet, the fabric of my panties clinging to my skin, and my nipples were so hard they felt like they were bruising against the fabric of my dress. I wanted him. I wanted all of him.

I leaned in and opened my mouth wide, my breath hot against the dark, sensitive head of his cock. I watched a fresh bead of pre-come leak from the tip, and without thinking, I swiped my tongue across it, tasting him.

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