Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother
He growls next to my ear with each thrust, and while I want to shut his words so that they dare not seep into my consciousness, too many sensations flood me: his scent, his warmth, his vicious movements, his hold on my body and him.
In the high, my lips move on their own.
“I love you more.”
My sharp orgasmic burst is cut rudely short by something massive widening inside me, filling my entrance to a painful degree that if he pulled out of me, I would certainly bleed.
“You son of a bitch, you didn’t-”
“I am sorry…I am so sorry…this is the first time it has happened to me, gi-give me a few moments.”
He utters breathily, with the clumsiness of a virgin.
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