บททั้งหมดของ Falling For My Hockey Stepbrother : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

JACKSONAs soon as her lips touched mine, I was a ruined man. And yet that was the moment I came alive. It felt like a light was turned on in a room that had been dark for so long. I felt warm in all the places I never thought warmth could reach. When I touched her body, I had to fight my hands to remain still. She would think me pathetic if my hands were to shake like a boy still wet behind the ears. So I gritted my teeth and forced my hands to stay still while I came undone, finally touching her.In my head, there have been countless scenarios where I had slowly undressed her and touched her, but nothing, and I mean fucking nothing, prepared me for the way she looked and felt. Her thick thighs rub together. Her full breasts with those perky nipples that tasted like sin and salvation. Her lips tasted like I'd found a piece of heaven. And her round, soft stomach that made my dick throb painfully. I had to force myself not to cum like a pathetic idiot. But a pathetic idiot is what

Does he own a remote to my fucking body or what? Because as soon as that sexy growl slipped out of his lips, I shattered. Completely. There was nothing left of me again. My back arched as a sensation spread through me. I stared up at the ceiling as that sensation grew harsh and cruel, swallowing me and making me tremble like a leaf. My mouth fell open, but not a single sound came out. It felt like I was falling, and falling, and when I finally landed, I was swallowed by Euphoria. So this was what an orgasm felt like…Behind me, Jackson was a force to be reckoned with. He kept thrusting into me, drawing my climax out, and it felt like I was going to lose my damn mind if he didn't stop. “S-slow down,” I managed, my voice hoarse.Jackson wasn't listening. I'm sure he couldn’t even hear me. “Siri, you’re squeezing me so bloody hard! Fuck, I’m going to cum. I’m going to cum, Siri!”Were men always so… vocal? Michael was never vocal. He said it made them less than a man. But Jackson…

JACKSONI played with the black, lacy fabric on my hand, a smile tugging at my lips, and I let it out. This morning had been the most chaotic morning in the history of mornings. My Siri had been frantically searching for her panties, and I helped her search even though the black lace was tucked safely in my pocket.“Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God,” she chanted as she turned the house upside down, searching for it, a towel wrapped around her chest. It had been bloody hard pretending to search for the fabric when my eyes kept straying to those smooth, thick thighs that I wanted to dig my teeth into. Her neck, which I wanted to cover in red marks. I also noticed I hadn't left any mark on her smooth skin. I was pained, to say the least. “Where the fuck is it? My clothes are here, but my underwear is not here!”“What a mystery that is,” I muttered as I searched under the chair she already checked. “I wonder if it grew wings and flew.”She had turned to me with a hard look that made

SIRIJackson came in when we were setting up the dinner table. I tried hard not to look at him even though my fingers shook slightly. Not from fear, or tension, but from excitement. A stupid excitement because it felt like we had a moment back in the arena. Like a secret just us two knew. Something that was about just us two. It was silly. I know it was, but… my heart skipped a beat every time I thought about how he had laughed, and I was the cause of that laughter, and I was the only one who knew. Pfft. Siri, get your head together. “Oh, you’re here early,” Lilian said as Jackson approached the dining room. “I had to abandon them,” he said with a dramatic sigh.His mother sighed as he walked to her. She cleaned her hands on her apron and reached for him. He leaned down so she could grab his face with both hands, and I watched, my chest tight and warm, as she kissed his cheeks affectionately, a soft look in her eyes. Were they good now? And if I had a mother, would she love me t

JACKSONOh, she was deliciously wet. “Fuck, Siri,” I growled as I shifted her underwear to the side–another one to steal–and felt her wet folds. “Already dripping for me.” The light in her room was dimmed, but I still managed to see her flushed cheeks, her parted lips, and those eyes so filled with lust.“Jackson…” she breathed, her voice hoarse.I ran my fingers through her folds, coating them in her juices. “Tell me, darling.”“D-do something about it.”I chuckled softly. “Oh, I plan to, love.” But I was going to tease her first. I planned to draw this out, because once it was over, I would have to leave, and I didn't know when I'd get another chance like this. My fingers still teased her folds while I stared, and she stared back, her chest heaving.“Let me see those blossoms, love,” I breathed as my finger pressed into her clit, and her body jerked, but she still managed a breathless chuckle. “Blossoms?” she muttered, even as she raised her chest and her hands moved to unhook h