All Chapters of My Steprother's Secret Obsession: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

He pulled back just long enough to yank his shirt over his head, revealing the rippling muscles of his chest and the broad strength of his shoulders. I swallowed hard, my throat dry as I admired the raw beauty of his body. In a blur of movement, his pants were gone, leaving him in only his boxers. The sight of the massive, throbbing bulge straining against the fabric made my heart hammer against my ribs. I knew exactly how thick and long he was, and seeing him like this made my pulse race with a mixture of fear and desperate anticipation.He lunged back toward me, reclaiming my lips with a hunger that bordered on feral. His kisses trailed back down to my neck again, his tongue licking and nipping at the sweet spot there, while his hand crawled down to find the soaking wet heat of my pussy."Mmmm... Theo, ahhhhh... that feels so good, oh god!" I wailed, the sound echoing shamelessly in the room. I felt him smirk against my skin, his fingers already beginning to stroke my swollen fol

He retraced the path his lips had taken earlier, his mouth moving over my skin with a slow, deliberate hunger that set my nerves back on edge. I felt my body respond instantly, that unique, heavy heat pooling in the center of my pussy until I was helplessly horny and soaking wet for him once more.When he slid his throbbing cock back inside me, he guided me into yet another position I had never even imagined. I was stunned by how experienced and intuitive he was in bed. It felt like he had an endless supply of ways to make me come undone. We lost ourselves in each other for round after round, our bodies clashing and merging repeatedly without a hint of exhaustion. He seemed to have no intention of stopping, and we only finally broke apart when the dull ache of hunger in my stomach became too much to ignore.He refused to let me leave the warmth of the bed, insisting on being the one to forage for a meal. He made do with whatever was stocked in the lake house pantry, heating up some

He picks up speed until it's rough and frantic, and even though it's almost too much, I crave every second. I'm not close to done yet, my hands fly to my breasts, squeezing and rolling my nipples until I'm practically screaming his name.He doesn't let up, his hand pumping fast and hard inside me like he'll never get enough. Then it hits me. A wave of pleasure so intense it whites out my vision, my release gushing out of me as I come apart completely. It's mind-blowing, earth-shattering. I'm lost in pure ecstasy.I'm still gasping for air when I look down and see him. His face glistens as he laps up every last drop that gushed out of me. He's savoring it like it's the sweetest honey he's ever tasted. His eyes squeezed shut as he cleans me up completely. He never wastes a single bit, just like he always does."Does it taste that good? You're practically licking me clean like you can't get enough..." I tease him, still catching my breath as I watch him finish. My voice is low and thic

"Theo, it's almost 4AM. We don't have time left. You need to get out of my room now," I remind him.I could easily go again, but I know him too well. When he's this worked up, he won't stop at just one round. An hour wouldn't be enough for him. We'd probably be going until dawn, and the maids would definitely hear me. They'd be so scandalized.Earlier, I was already holding back my moans as much as I could. He even had to cover my mouth while he fucked me because I was getting too loud from how incredible he felt.Of course I want to. But I don't want to take the risk."I still want you baby. I missed you so much. Promise it'll just be one round," he begs, his voice low and needy."No, I don't wanna risk it." I say, smiling as I stand my ground."What if we head to the lake house later?" he suddenly suggests, like he just had the best idea in the world.I feel weak as I lean against his chest. Oh damn, if we go to the lake house again, I know it'll be nonstop fucking from the second w

Two weekends in a row now, Theo hasn't been able to come home. I know it's because he's drowning in school projects and activities, and logically, I understand completely but my heart still sinks a little when the weekend rolls around. I've barely had a moment to breathe myself those same weeks. Graduation is creeping closer by the day, piling up assignments and responsibilities until it feels like there's barely room to think.Even as I rush from one task to the next, my mind keeps drifting to him, wondering if he's eating properly, if he's getting enough sleep, if he misses me half as much as I miss having him here beside me.We made do with late-night texts and hurried calls, our voices weaving through the quiet darkness. Even though we spoke nearly every single night, a deep ache settled in my chest that words alone couldn't soothe. It had been two weeks since I'd felt his warm embrace, felt the soft press of his lips against mine, or felt his gentle fingers brush against my skin