My Stepbrother's Dirty Little Secret novel Chapter 299

Chapter 299

My mind was foggy, heavy with the deep sleep of a late night, but before I could even lift my head, a sudden, intense sensation rushed through my entire body.

He was still inside me.

I lay completely still, my cheek pressed against the hard muscles of his arm. Overnight, the wetness between my thighs had dried into a tight warmth. Every single time he took a deep breath, his massive chest expanded against my back, and his thick, hard length shifted slightly inside my sensitive flesh, sending a electric shiver straight down my spine.

He was still asleep. His breathing was slow, his heavy face buried in the crook of my neck, his hot breath puffing against my bare skin.

I tried to shift my leg, just a tiny fraction, to ease the tight, stretched feeling inside of me.

The movement was tiny, but the friction of my inner walls sliding against his bare skin was incredibly intense. I let out a soft, helpless whimper, my toes curling under the sheets.

Behind me, Raphael’s body immediately reacted. Even in his sleep, the sudden movement made his cock twitch violently inside me.

A low, dark rumble started in his chest, and his grip on my hip tightened instantly, his fingers digging into my skin to stop me from moving away.

“Don’t move,” he muttered, his voice was sleep-roughened and deep.

He didn’t open his eyes. He just pulled me backward, his hips shifting slightly to drive himself even deeper. The blunt, heavy stretch of him sliding further inside made me let out a soft, broken gasp, my fingers clawing at the bedsheets in front of me.

“Raphael,” I breathed, my voice trembling, “It’s morning.”

“I don’t care,” his lips brushing against my shoulder blade.

His hand abandoned my breast and swept down, wrapping around my wrist. He pulled my hand away from my legs, tugging it up toward my chest and pinning my arm flat against my body.

“No,” he drawled against my ear, his voice incredibly deep with sleep, “That’s my fucking job.”

He was still so sleepy, his eyelids heavy and half-closed, but his grip on my wrist was solid.

Without letting go of my arm, he shifted his hips. With the fresh, slick wetness I had just created, he drove himself back inside me. It was so much smoother now. He slid all the way in, burying his length to the hilt, a long, lazy groan rumbling deep in his chest.

“Fucking perfect,” he muttered, his forehead resting heavily against my shoulder blade.

We didn’t rush. He just kept thrusting, slow and deep, his body warm and relaxed as we both drifted in that quiet, hazy space between being awake and falling back asleep.