All Chapters of Resisting My Hot Stepbrother: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

ColbyBefore Sally could lower her mouth onto me, I pushed her head down forcefully, my hand still gripping her hair tightly. "Open," I commanded, my voice thick with desire. She gasped, her mouth opening wide as my massive length filled her vision. It took a while before she could use her tongue, tentatively licking the head.I let out a guttural groan as her tongue touched my sensitive tip. Without warning, I thrust my hips forward, forcing my thick cock past her lips and down her throat. She gagged instantly, her eyes watering as I began to fuck her mouth mercilessly, leaving no room for breathing."Fuck, baby, are you sure you've never given a guy a blow job before?" I groaned, the ecstasy filling me to the brim. "Your mouth is so good."I held her head in place, my fingers tangled in her hair as I pistoned in and out of her mouth. Each thrust was brutal, hitting the back of her throat and making her choke. Saliva dripped down her chin, mixing with my pre-cum as I used her mouth

ColbyThe morning sunlight poured through my window, pulling me from my slumber. I groaned and held my head, feeling exhausted from the previous night's events.As I slowly sat up in bed, I made my way to the curtains, intending to close them fully. But as I reached for the fabric, I caught sight of Allison on the other side of the window, sipping coffee, her back turned to me.My heart skipped a beat as I watched her, a small smile tugging at the corner of my lips. Despite the tiredness weighing on me, the sight of her filled me with a warmth that spread throughout my body. It was moments like this that made it clear to me—I still had those fucking feelings for Allison.I stood there, silently admiring her from afar, not wanting to interrupt her peaceful morning. But deep down, I couldn't help but pray that she would feel the same way one day, leaving that Jayden! Fuck!Just as I was about to retreat from the window, Allison suddenly turned around, catching me off guard. My heart ski

ColbyI pulled Yvonne away, my mind reeling with confusion. Why was I feeling so disturbed? Why did I feel a surge of anger when Sally hugged Harry? I couldn't explain it. I refused to call it jealousy—no, that wasn't it.Maybe I was just mad because Harry was all over Sally, and she was my stepsister. I would also feel the same if he were being like that with Yvonne. That's how I should feel, right?I continued pulling Yvonne away, my grip firm but gentle. When we reached a quiet corner, Yvonne said, "You can let go of me now; nobody's watching."I released her arm and gestured for her to sit down on the staircase. I folded my arms, my eyes narrowing. "Why did you fall down on purpose?" I asked, my voice firm.Yvonne's eyes widened, and she looked taken aback. "How did you know?" she stammered.I took a step closer, my voice firm. "I know everything, Yvonne. I saw everything. You fell down intentionally and blamed Sally. Don't think I didn't see it."Yvonne bit her lip, her eyes narr

ColbyAfter what felt like an eternity, Sally pushed my hand away, glaring at me with an intensity that seemed to ask, "Who the hell do you think you are?"She tried to break free from my arm around her middle, but my grip was too strong, not giving her any chance to escape.Before she could do anything else, I parted my lips and crashed them against her mouth, taking her lower lip between mine.Sally pulled away but I grabbed her face to mine and crashed my lips against hers agsin, capturing her mouth in a searing, dominant kiss.She gasped, her body tensing before reluctantly yielding to me. I could feel her soft curves pressing against my torso as my arm tightened around her waist. A faint moan sounded from her lips, betraying her reluctant desire.I deepened the kiss, my tongue forcing its way into her mouth as I took what was rightfully mine. She may have tried to resist, but my possessive nature wouldn't allow it. I kissed her with a possessive hunger, my fingers tangling in her

SallyThat night, I couldn't shake off the events of the afternoon. I tossed and turned in bed, my mind racing with questions. Why was Colby being so possessive of me on the field? He'd made it clear he didn't like me, so why was he acting like he owned me?His words echoed in my head: "Your lips are mine." What did he mean by that? I needed answers.I threw off the covers and got out of bed, determination driving me to confront Colby. Why was he making me so confused, and at the edge of driving me insane? I made my way to his room, but his door was locked. That was unusual – he never locked his door.I raised my hand and knocked loudly, not caring if our parents heard the commotion. The door finally creaked open, and I was met with a tired-looking Colby. His eyes were heavy with sleep. Well, I wouldn't blame him because all the playing and working out in the field probably made him so exhausted."What is it?" Colby asked in a husky voice, rubbing his eyes and giving a little yawn.In