My Stepbrother's Dirty Little Secret novel Chapter 231

Chapter 231

The feeling was intense. Because I was only halfway down, the thickest part of him was rubbing right against the entrance of my body, stretching the sensitive skin over and over. I moved like a snake, my spine curving and arching, my hips grinding into his pelvis.

I leaned over him, and pushed my fingers deeper into his mouth, not letting him breathe, not letting him speak. With my other hand, I reached up and fisted my fingers into his dark hair, yanking his head back against the pillow so he had to look at me.

I started to bounce, but it wasn’t a clumsy movement. It was controlled. I stayed on the top half of him, rising up and slamming back down, my inner muscles clamping around him. Every time I hit the halfway point, I swiveled my hips, making the head of his cock grind against the spot that made my vision go blurry.

Raphael was losing his mind. I could see it in the way his eyes rolled back, the way his neck corded with thick, straining veins. He tried to lift his hips to meet me, to take more of me, but I used my grip on his hair to keep him pinned. I was the one in control. I was the one deciding how much he got to feel.

“Stay down,” I ordered.

I moved faster. My legs were strong, my core tight as I worked him. I was rolling my hips so fast now that the friction was creating a wet, slapping sound that filled the room. I felt the heat between us rising until it was almost too much to bear. Raphael began to twitch beneath me, his hands digging into my thighs, his breath coming in desperate hitches around my fingers.

I jerked my hand out of his mouth, the air hissing back into his lungs. I let go of his hair, but I didn’t let him go. I leaned forward until my chest was crushed against his. I reached out and wrapped my fingers around the thick, hot column of his neck.

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