My Stepbrother's Dirty Little Secret novel Chapter 562

Chapter 562

I forced my eyes open, my vision swimming. His face was flushed, sweat dripping from his jawline but he didn’t speed up.

Every time my body twitched or a small whimpering cry left my lips, his grip on my waist would tighten, slowing his thrusts down to an agonizingly careful pace until he felt my muscles relax around him again.

Even though it hurt a little, the constant friction against my walls was starting to build a new kind of tight, throbbing heat deep inside my belly.

The slow, careful thrust began to change as my body softened around him and then he started to thrust harder.

He pulled back until he was nearly gone, then drove his length all the way in. The sound of his skin slapping against mine filled the room. He didn’t rush, but the force of each deep plunge made my entire body slide back against the couch cushions.

“Raphael… oh god,” I gasped, my head tossing from side to side.

The stretching friction inside me grew hotter and more intense with every single stroke. He pinned my legs higher, driving his pelvis flat against mine, burying himself so deep it felt like he was claiming every single part

of me.

His eyes grew darker as he watched my face twist with pleasure. He reached one hand down between our bodies, his thumb finding my clit.

He pressed down and began to rub it in fast, tight circles right as he slammed his hips forward.

The double hit of pleasure was too much. The hard, fast friction on the outside mixed with the stretching on the inside, and my brain completely short-circuited.

He didn’t pull back. He drove his hips forward one last time, burying himself as deep as it could possibly go, pinning my pelvis flat against the couch.

“Gianna-” he choked out, his voice completely broken.

He froze inside me, his entire body locking up. Then, with a loud grunt that vibrated right into my bones, his cock throbbed violently against my inside walls. He shot into me again and again, his muscles shaking with the sheer force of his release.

He collapsed his upper body over mine, burying his face into the crook of my neck. He dragged long, breaths into his lungs, his chest heaving hard against my bare breasts.

As the pulsing inside me slowly began to quiet down, his large, rough hand came up to wrap around the back of my neck. He pressed his lips hard against my wet skin, his breath hot and shaking.

“You’re mine,” he whispered roughly, his grip tightening just enough to hold me perfectly still against him, “My everything, my mess, my ballerina. My forever.”