Lahat ng Kabanata ng Ruin me, Stepbrother: Kabanata 261 - Kabanata 270

My boobs swayed heavily, as he made a push into my pussy, my nipples were tight and aching for attention.The exposure of the open staircase heightened every single sensation. The cool wood under my bare feet, the slight wobble of trying to keep my balance, and the way his heavy balls slapped rhythmically against my swollen clit on every deep drive.I pushed back to meet him eagerly, and "oh my fucking gosh...." I couldn't stop the loud moans that kept escaping my lips unrestrained. My voice carried through the quiet house."Fuck, you are dripping down the stairs," he groaned, with his voice thick with lust. One of his hands slid around to rub my clit in tight, urgent circles while the other kept my hip locked firmly in place. "Drenching my dick perfectly."The combination was devastating. The pleasure coiled tighter and faster in my core with every filthy upward thrust. My inner walls fluttered and clenched desperately around his thick girth. The

His weight was on me and my arms were around him. Neither of us was moving.The house was completely silent. Even the night outside had gone quiet.There was the kitchen. The hallway. The living room floor. The stairs. Her bed.My body was wrung out, warm, and mine again. I stared at my ceiling. His breathing in my hair was slowing.Neither of us spoke for several minutes. We just breathed. We just listened to the house.His hand moved eventually. It touched my hair and my shoulder. It was slow and without intention. It was just moving.I should sleep. My body was begging for it.I did not want to. I wanted to stay inside this specific moment as long as possible and I was not going to apologize for that."We really did do everywhere," I said into the dark.A beat followed. Then he said, "You suggested the stairs.""You agreed to the stairs.""You were very persuasive."I smiled at the ceiling. He could not see it. I did not hide it. His hand kept moving on my shoulder.I asked him som

We broke the kiss after he placed me on the desk. His hands stayed on my hips, thumbs stroking slow circles over my bare skin. The solid wood beneath me felt warm from his touch, and the air in his office carried the faint scent of his cologne mixed with paper and leather.His screens glowed softly behind us, casting a pale blue light over the shelves of books and the scattered papers that made this space unmistakably his.I pulled him closer, my fingers sliding into his hair, tugging gently as our mouths met again. The kiss deepened fast, with our tongues sliding together, and breaths mixing very hot. My legs parted wider on the desk, inviting him between them.His hands moved up my sides; his palms were warm, until he found the hem of my shirt and the warmth made me quiver. He broke the kiss just long enough to pull it over my head, tossing it somewhere behind him. My bra followed, unclasped, leaving my boobs bare to the cool air of the room.His shirt came off next. I watched the f

My orgasm hit without warning, crashing over me like a tidal wave.It started deep in my core, my pussy spasming violently around his pistoning dick, walls fluttering and squeezing in rhythmic, milking pulses that tried to pull him even deeper.A broken, guttural cry tore from my throat as the first huge gush sprayed out around his shaft, soaking his balls completely and splattering against his thighs. My back arched hard off the floor, my thighs were trembling uncontrollably around his waist as wave after wave ripped through me.He never stopped fucking me, never slowed, his hips was slamming forward with wet, filthy slaps that grew louder as my juices absolutely drenched us both. Thick, creamy slick squirted and leaked with every thrust, running in hot rivers down my ass, puddling on the hardwood, and coating everything in a shiny, sticky mess.The pleasure didn't fade; it rolled on and on, crashing in endless, overlapping surges. My pussy kept clenching and fluttering wildly, gripp

His arms were around me and my legs were wrapped around him. Both of us were in the cold pool under the morning sun.His mouth was on my throat. There was the cold water, his warm mouth, and the sky above, all at once.I gripped his shoulders and his hair. The water moved around us."The gate," I said breathlessly into his hair."Locked," he said against my throat.I exhaled and went back to gripping him.His hands found me under the surface. The cold water made his hands feel warmer by contrast. Everything was defined by contrast.I made a sound that echoed in the garden and immediately put my hand over my mouth.He pulled my hand away. "No one's here.""It's outside," I started."No one's here," he said again. He was certain.I stopped being quiet.The water lapped softly against my shoulders as he took my hand and guided me through the pool.I smiled, wondering what he was doing until my feet brushed against something solid beneath the surface. The ledge. Relief loosened a nervous