My Stepbrother's Dirty Little Secret novel Chapter 225

Chapter 225

“You have no idea how perfect these are,” he rasped.

As he spoke, his hand moved down. Through the thin gray fabric of his sweatpants, I saw the shape of him. He gripped himself, his knuckles white as he stroked the heavy length of his cock over the cloth. He was huge, a rigid rod of muscle that looked like it could snap the fabric. He didn’t look away from my eyes, he was searching for a sign, a look, a tiny nod to tell him I wanted it just as much as he did.

I didn’t give him a nod. I reached down, my fingers trembling. I pushed his hand away from his crotch, feeling the sheer heat and power of him through the cotton.

I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of his sweatpants and pulled. I dragged the fabric down past his hips, and his cock sprang free.

It was beautiful and terrifying all at once. It was dark, thick, and pulsing with every beat of his heart. A single bead of moisture glistened at the tip. I reached out and wrapped my hand around him. He was so big I could barely get my fingers all the way around. I gave him one slow stroke, watching his eyes blow out until they were almost entirely black.

“Gianna,” he choked out, his jaw tight.

I looked him dead in the eyes, showing him I wasn’t the girl from the sidewalk anymore. I took his long, heavy cock and guided it upward, laying the hot weight of it right between my breasts.

The heat of him against my chest made me gasp. I used both of my hands to push my breasts together as hard as I could, squeezing them tight around the thick shaft. I trapped him there, burying him in my soft skin until only the tip was peeking out near my chin.

He stated at his tensed muscle buried deep in the valley of my cleavage. I squeezed him even tighter, my nipples rubbing against his sides, and I saw his whole body shudder.

“Hold them,” he said, a little breathless, “Hold them together for me. Harder.”

I did what he said. I dug my fingers into the sides of my own breasts, pushing them toward the center until the skin was tight and the cleavage was so deep it swallowed almost the entire length of him. The heat radiating off him was incredible, a scorching fever that made my head light.

He gripped my shoulders, his fingers digging into my skin, and then he began to move.

He thrust his hips forward, sliding his thick cock through the tight friction of my breasts. Every time he pushed forward, the tip of him brushed against my chin, and when he pulled back, the base of him dragged over my collarbone.

“Yeah, just like that,” he hissed, his jaw locking tight.

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