My Stepbrother's Dirty Little Secret novel Chapter 368

Chapter 368

He moved fast, and crawled up the mattress, his shadow blocking out the morning light of the bedroom. He hovered over me, his knees settling on either side of my face, pinning my head between his thighs.

I looked up through the dark strands of my hair. His cock was standing completely straight, pulsing with heat just inches from my lips, the tip dripping with clear, shiny slick.

Instead of pulling away, a desperate wave of love and eagerness washed over me.

I immediately reached up, my hands wrapping tightly around his thighs. I tilted my head back against the pillow, parting my lips wide, and eagerly took the thick head of his cock straight into my mouth.

“Ah, fuck, yes,” Raphael roared out, his hands flying down to grip my hair, his fingers tangling in the messy strands as his hips gave a violent jerk forward.

He didn’t just slide inside, he pushed deep, his thick length filling my mouth completely, stretching my lips and pressing hard against the back of my throat. The taste of him exploded on my tongue. I swallowed hard, my eyes watering from the sheer size of him, but I didn’t back down. I sucked on him hard, my hands gripping his thighs even tighter as his muscles went completely rigid beneath my fingers.

His hips snapped forward in a desperate thrust, holding himself deep inside my mouth as his body completely locked up.

A torrent of cum shot straight down into the back of my throat. He pulsed inside me over and over again, flooding my mouth with his release. I closed my eyes, swallowing eagerly, taking every single drop of his warmth down my throat, holding onto him tight until the very last twitch of his release faded away in the room.

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The cool fabric of the cotton crop top felt completely different against my skin, but it didn’t do anything to stop the cold sweat dripping down my spine. I adjusted the waistband of my dark trousers, pulling the button tight against my stomach. My fingers were shaking so badly I could barely get the zipper up.

Every single step I took down the hallway felt like a step towards hell. The closer I got to the end of the hall, the louder the clinking of silverware and plates became.

They were all in there. Eating breakfast. Waiting.

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