My Stepbrother's Dirty Little Secret novel Chapter 171

Chapter 171

I used one hand to grip the base, my fingers squeezing tight, while the other hand reached back to stroke his balls. They were tight and drawn up, a sign of just how close he was getting to the edge. I sucked hard, my tongue swirling around the sensitive ridge beneath the head, while my hand pumped the base.

He was pulsing inside my mouth. I could feel every beat of his heart through his cock.

I knew exactly what I was doing. I had been trained well to learn every trick and every rhythm back when I was stil just a girl. My fiancé had been the same age as me, but by sixteen, his mind was already sexually twisted. He craved things no one should have to know, and he had made sure I was perfect at giving them to him.

He taught me the art of it-how to move, how to touch, and how to take control while appearing to surrender.

It wasn’t forced in any way. I was his creation as much as I was my own, and now, I was using every lesson he’d burned into my brain to destroy my brother.

Step.

Stepbrother.

Raphael reached down, his hands hovering just inches from my silver hair, his fingers twitching as he fought the urge to grab me and shove himself deeper. He was shaking, a fine layer of sweat making his tattooed chest glisten in the red light. Every time I pulled back to the tip and then plunged down again, a wet, sloppy sound filled the air.

I took him as deep as I could, my eyes watering. I wanted to swallow him whole. I wanted to feel him hit the back of my throat over and over until he couldn’t remember his own name.

I didn’t give him the release he was begging for. Instead, I slowed down, my mouth lingering at the very top, teasing the sensitive opening with the tip of my tongue. I watched him through my lashes, savoring the way his jaw was locked so tight the bone looked ready to snap.

I slid my hand down to the very base, my palm slick with his heat, and I began to rotate my grip, twisting my hand as I pulled upward. At the same time, I took him back into my mouth, but only halfway. I used my lips like a ring, squeezing him hard.

The wet sounds filled the room, competing with the heavy thumping of my own heart. Raphael’s hips were off the couch now, his heels dug deep into the carpet as he tried to force himself deeper into my throat.

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