Forbidden Romance With My Stepbrother
His mouth found mine again, swallowing my cries, and when he finally pulled his hand away, I was panting, my body trembling.
He reached for his pocket, pulled out a condom, and paused. For the first time, his eyes were serious, steady.
“Tell me no, and I’ll stop,” he said again.
I couldn’t trust my voice. I nodded, firmer this time.
He tore the foil open, slid it on, and kissed my forehead before positioning himself at my entrance. He rubbed himself against me first, coating, teasing, until I was shaking with need.
“Look at me,” he whispered.