All Chapters of Ruin me, Stepbrother: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

We were already there. His heavy weight pressed me down into the mattress as our bodies moved together. Our skin was hot and slick with sweat. The night stretched endlessly around us and the house stayed completely quiet, like the whole world had narrowed down to just his bed and the sound of our breathing.I was present for every single second of it. I was simply here, completely open, feeling everything with my entire body and no part of me held back.His face hovered above mine in the dark room. One of my hands stayed buried in his hair, the other gripped his back, with my nails digging in as I refused to let go of him. I wanted him closer. I wanted him deeper.What started slow had become something much deeper. It wasn’t faster, just "more." Every thick inch of his cock dragged through my soaked pussy with heavy, deliberate strokes, hitting that perfect spot inside me over and over. The entire afternoon and evening had been building toward exactly this: the two of us completely lo

He closed his laptop and looked at me across the room, his gaze steady and warm in the low light."Hungry?" he asked.I considered the question for a moment, feeling the quiet pull of the evening around us. "Yes.""Come help then."It was not exactly a request, and it was not a demand either. It was simply the assumption that we would do this together, the same assumption that had quietly started to cover most things between us now.I set my book down on the side table, the pages were still warm from where my hands had been resting, and I stood up and followed him into the kitchen. The way we both walked from the living room to the kitchen felt natural, the wooden floors creaking softly under our feet as we moved through the familiar space.He decided what we would make without any discussion, and I did not argue. He directed me gently, in that way of his that never felt like an order. He simply asked if I could handle the onions

"Morning," he said softly into my hair as I slowly woke up, his voice was still rough with sleep."Morning," I replied quietly to the wall.He stayed exactly where he was, his warm, solid body pressed against my back, one arm draped heavily over my waist. He did not move, neither did i. We lay like that for several long minutes, breathing together in the quiet morning light filtering through the curtains. Neither of us spoke. Neither of us moved. He moved first eventually, but he did it slowly, almost reluctantly, as if he did not want to break the contact. His arms released me gradually. The cool air of the room rushed in where his warmth had been, raising goosebumps along my bare skin. I turned over in the bed and watched him as he sat up on the edge of the mattress. He turned his head and looked at me over his shoulder. Our eyes met, and something warm and heavy passed between us."Go back to sleep," he said, with his low and gentle voice."I'm awake now," I answered.He looked a

I was already on the couch when I heard his voice.It was mid-afternoon. I finished my work early and had come down here with another book. I was still wearing his shirt. My legs were pulled up beneath me, and the afternoon light was doing its best work in this room, pouring through the windows and warming everything it touched.Few minutes passed. Then I heard his footsteps on the stairs, steady and unhurried.He came into the room and looked at me on the couch.I looked up from my book. “Done?”“Yeah.”He dropped down onto his end of the couch. My legs went across his lap automatically, before I had even consciously decided to move them. His hand settled warmly on my legs, heavy and sure.I went back to my book.There was a comfortable quiet between us for a few minutes. His thumb moved slowly back and forth on my leg, tracing idle patterns that sent little sparks of awareness through me.I could feel him simply sitting there, not doing anything else. He was just present with me, co

His hands slid up from my hips to cup my boobs, with his thumbs brushing over my nipples, but he never tried to take over. He just held me, with his thumbs circling slowly while I rode him. I rolled my hips in tight circles when I was fully seated, grinding my swollen clit against the base of his cock, feeling the pressure build hotter and tighter in my core. My thighs trembled from the effort, but I didn’t stop. I kept moving, rising and falling, taking him deep every time, my pussy was making obscene wet noises as it swallowed his dick again and again."Fuck, Scarlett," he breathed, with his rough voice. "Your pussy feels so good. So fucking wet."I leaned down and kissed him hard, letting my tongue slide against his while I kept rolling my hips.His dick twitched inside me, pulsing against my inner walls. I could feel how close he was, the way his dick swelled and throbbed, but I slowed down again, grinding in long, deliberate strokes that dragged the head of his cock over that se