Forbidden Romance With My Stepbrother
My head tipped back, a quiet whimper escaping my lips before I could stop it.
“Eyes open,” he said, his tone rougher now. “I want you to watch yourself fall apart.”
Then his hand trailed lower, sliding beneath the waistband of my pants. My stomach clenched. His fingers dipped between my folds that were already slick, and he groaned like he’d been waiting for this all night.
“Fuck, you’re wet already,” he said, his grin curling against my throat. “That text did its job, huh?”
I choked on a sound, my face burning. He didn’t give me time to answer before two of his fingers slid inside me, stretching me, pushing in deep before dragging back out. The noise was obscene, it was slick, wet and echoe