My Stepbrother's Dirty Little Secret novel Chapter 561

Chapter 561

Raphael let out a low, pained grunt, his own muscles shaking with the effort of holding back. He kept his movements slow, grinding his hips forward by fractions of an inch.

Inch by inch.

The burning heat spread, turning into an ache that filled my entire lower belly. My hips twitched, trying to pull away from the pressure, but his hands locked onto my waist, holding me perfectly still as he drove his length further into me.

Finally, with one last hard thrust that caught me by surprise, his pubic bone slammed flat against mine.

He was all the way in.

Every single inch of his cock was buried deep inside my body, stretching me open so completely that I couldn’t even close my legs. I lay there frozen, my chest heaving, feeling the massive, throbbing weight of him filled to the absolute brim inside me.

Raphael let out a long, ragged exhale and collapsed his heavy upper body directly over mine. He didn’t drop his full weight, he braced himself on his forearms but his chest and shoulders trapped me completely against the cushions.

He didn’t move. He didn’t thrust. He just stayed perfectly still, buried deep to the hilt inside my body.

I opened my eyes, my vision blurry with tears from the intense stretch. I looked up at his face, just inches away from mine.

His jaw was clenched so tight the muscles bunched in hard knots under his stubble. His eyes were squeezed shut, his dark lashes wet, and his nose was flared as he dragged breaths into his lungs.

He looked like a man who had finally found water after years in a desert.

A rumble started in his chest and vibrated straight into my own ribs. It was a sound of pure pleasure. Every single muscle in his back and shoulders stayed locked tight.

He was just feeling me… feeling how perfectly his thick shaft filled every empty inch inside me, holding him tight.

I stayed completely still beneath him, my hands resting weakly on his shoulders as my chest tightened.

How had I become so lucky?

I lifted one hand and gently brushed my fingers through his hair. His eyes opened immediately, finding mine and there he was.

My Raphael.

My impossible, complicated, frustrating, beautiful man.

A smile touched my lips, “I don’t think you understand,” I whispered.

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