CHAPTER 2
“f**k me again,” she begs, voice cracking. “Standing up. I want to feel you hold me while you wreck me.”
He doesn’t make her wait.
One hand grips her throat, the other lines his c**k up, and he slams home in one brutal thrust.
Brenda screams, head falling back against his shoulder. “Yes—f**k—Zach—”
He pins her to the wall with his whole body, hips snapping hard and fast, the wet slap of skin on skin loud in the tiny box.
“Feel that?” he snarls against her ear. “That’s your stepbrother owning this p***y. Say it.”
“My stepbrother’s c**k,” she sobs, nails scraping the wall. “Owning me—so good—so deep—”
Every thrust lifts her onto her toes, t**s bouncing wildly, come from earlier still smeared across her chest.
“Gonna fill you again,” he grunts. “Gonna pump another load so d
