Ruin me, Stepbrother のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

I walked toward him slowly, and each step felt way very heavy.His eyes never left mine. They were tracking my movement across the room like a man watching what he wants to devour.I got very close and stopped at the edge of the bed, close enough to touch but not touching. Waiting for instruction. For permission. For whatever he wanted."You smell different," he said.Not what I expected. "What?""Your scent. It's different." His eyes narrowed slightly. "Usually you smell like jasmine. Tonight you don't."He'd noticed. Of course he'd noticed. Jax noticed everything."I used a different one.""Why?""I don't know. Felt like a change."Lie. I'd used the jasmine soap. But maybe I'd rinsed too thoroughly. Maybe the shower had been too hot, had washed away more than I'd intended.Or maybe guilt had a smell and he was detecting it."How was Miles?" He asked it casually. Too casually.My stomach dropped. "Fine.""Just fine?" He set his phone on the nightstand, giving me his full attention. "

He didn't give me time to recover.His fingers were back on my body, moving again, sliding through my wetness, circling my clit with maddening precision. I was still trembling from the first orgasm, oversensitive and raw, and it was too much and not enough all at once."Jax, wait—""No waiting." His mouth found my neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin. "You wanted this. Wanted me. Now you're going to take everything I give you."His fingers slid inside me again—two, then three—and I gasped at the stretch. Still wet enough that they went in easily, but I could feel every inch, every curl of his fingers as he found that spot inside me that made my vision blur."That's it," he murmured against my throat. "Feel that? Feel how perfectly you take my fingers?"I couldn't answer. I could only moan as he established a rhythm—slow, deep, devastating. His thumb finding my clit on every thrust, grinding against it in a way that made my thighs shake."Did you think about this today?" he asked, hi

My body woke me up before I actually did, and it immediately reminded me of last night before I even opened my eyes. Sore everywhere. My thighs, my core, even my jaw from clenching through all those orgasms. The kind of soreness that makes all of my body start humming.The sheets were tangled around me, still damp in some places.I reached between my legs without thinking. Tender. Swollen. My clit throbbed at even the lightest touch and I pulled my hand away fast.Eight orgasms.My body counted every single one.I could still feel phantom sensations of his fingers inside me, his mouth on my clit, his voice commanding me to come again and again until I literally couldn't anymore.His hands. His mouth. His voice."One for every hour you gave him."The way he made me say everything about Miles, about the day, while he had three fingers buried inside me.His cock grinding against me but never entering.Never fucking entering.Then the confusion hit me all over again."I need you to keep s

The door closed behind me with a soft click.I was inside now. In his bedroom.Then dim lighting was from his bedside lamp. And I've been here multiple times before, but tonight, it felt different.His bed was unmade, sheets dark navy and tangled. His work clothes draped over the chair. His laptop was closed on his desk, and his scent, that clean and masculine scent that reeks off him was just everywhere.He was still holding my hand from when he pulled me inside. Now we were just standing there near the door. Looking at each other. None of us was speaking yet, and it doesn't feel like anyone is ready to.The tension was thick and heavy and electric.My heart was fucking hammering in my chest. His thumb stroked the back of my hand, and that simple touch sent heat straight through my whole body. Into my ready pussy."You stayed in your room all day," he said.It felt more like a statement than a question"Yeah." I answered."Why?" He didn't even wait for me to stutter and say anything

I woke up first.Early morning light was filtering through his curtains. I was still in his bed. His arm was heavy around my waist, and I was spooned against him.The realization hit me slowly. I slept here all night. In his room, in his bed.This was the first time I’m sleeping in his room.Well, that’s if I’m not counting all the nights I’ve spent here just cause tonight feels different. This felt deliberate. Like we chose to sleep together.His breathing was deep and steady against my neck. He was still very much asleep. His body wrapped around mine. Protective even in sleep.I didn’t want to move at first.Then I felt a movement behind me. His breathing changed. And his arms tightened around me. Pulling me in.“Morning cutie,” he mumbled against my hair, with his voice very rough with sleep.“Morning.”My voice was still sleepy too. There was contentment in that single word and he heard it.The morning hardness pressed against my ass. I could feel him. Hard, pressing into me. Natu