Stepsister’s Revenge Fuck
Chapter 2
I didn’t leave his room.
I couldn’t. Not after that. My legs were jelly, my p***y still throbbing with aftershocks, slick with his c*m and my own wetness. It dripped down the insides of my thighs as I straddled his chest, watching his chest rise and fall like he’d just run a marathon. His c**k—still semi-hard, glistening—was twitching against his abs, smeared with us.
He looked up at me with those dark, hooded eyes. The cocky bastard was trying to play it cool again, but I could see the cracks. Pupils blown wide. Sweat beading at his temples. Lips parted like he was still catching his breath from begging.
Begging.
My stepbrother had begged me to let him c*m inside me.
The power rush hit me harder than the o****m.
I slid down his body slowly, deli
