My Stepbrother: secret possession

Thankful For Your Existence

"Leigh!" I gasped.

He laid me down on the bed, gently parting my legs, revealing the heat between my thighs. I watched as he devoured my entire body with his once-green eyes. "You're beautiful," he groaned, overwhelmed with lust.

As he leaned his perfectly sculpted hard body over me, our eyes locked, our synchronized breathing growing harder and louder, my racing pulse alerting me. I briefly licked my lips, my hand moving up and down his chest, then lower to his chiselled abs.

With a smile on his beautifully red, swollen lips, he pressed them against mine. We were hungrier than ever, sucking, nibbling, and consuming each other with animalistic passion. The heat of his breath blew against my skin as I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck, holding him close.

I couldn't ignore the rush of heat and the steady, throbbing desire between my legs. I wanted him.

"Please..." I begged, kissing and biting every inch of his skin within reach—his neck, his earlobe, his face.

"What do you want?" he smirked, his eyes piercing into mine.

Everywhere under my skin burned from his electrifying touch. Wasn't it obvious what I wanted? "I want you... I want you inside me," I cried.

"Is that so?" His whisper tickled my ear, causing my body to tremble in response.

"Yes! Please..." My voice caught in my throat, and I couldn't help but gasp as he began entering me.

"Do you like that?" he hissed against my neck, kissing and biting roughly. His hand slid lower to my hips, cupping my bare ass, while the other palm gripped my breast, squeezing harder.

"Yes!" I panted.

He sank into me, deeper and harder, immersing himself in my clutching walls. "Fuck, Ava," he gasped with pleasure. I dug my fingers into his muscular back and slowly started rolling my hips, reciprocating the passion.

I held him tight, feeling him lose control. He groaned louder, his heavy, warm breaths heating my feverish skin as he shuddered against me.

His body stilled, and his eyes locked with mine, filled with lust. "Don't do that... you're going to make me cum," I smiled at his sweaty figure and grabbed his neck, pulling him back to me.

"But I want to make you cum," I pressed my lips against his soft, silky ones.

"I see," he smiled between our kisses and bit my neck simultaneously. His cock penetrated me deeply, and I closed my eyes instinctively, releasing a sharp cry.

His palm covered my mouth, muffling my screams. "Shhh, babe, your mum is just opposite the door," he chuckled. He lowered his head, and his warm, wet mouth found my bare nipples. I closed my eyes involuntarily, surrendering to the sensations as he possessed my body.

I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist, feeling him everywhere—his scent, his sweat, his skin. He possessed me, taking me at a slow, steady pace. With each thrust, we shared intense emotions through our locked gaze, driving me to the brink of madness.

"Oh, my God," I whimpered, clutching the sheet with my nails.

My back arched involuntarily as I reached climax, boiling over. His hand muffled my cries as my body convulsed. He buried his head in my neck while I clung to him, forcing his orgasm to follow mine. His chest heaved, and he shuddered along with me.

Weakness washed over me, but my insatiable desire yearned for him once more. I couldn't get enough of him. "Let's do it again," I suggested, and he lazily pulled away from my neck.

"Ava, we can't," he frowned, and I blinked at him.

"Why? What's wrong?"

"Because we never did," he uttered in his rich, raspy voice.