MY BULLY STEPBROTHER!! 3.
He's on me before I can catch my breath, flipping me onto my stomach and hauling my hips on my hands and knees. His c**k is already hard again, pressing against my entrance from behind.
“Walt…” I don't know what I'm going to say. Wait, I need a second to process all these? Wait, this is insane? Walt, I've wanted this for years and I’m terrified of what happens after?
“No waiting" He notches himself against me and pushes inside.
The stretch makes me cry out. He's thick, thicker than his fingers, and he doesn't give me time to adjust before he starts moving.
His hands grip my hips hard enough to bruise as he pulls almost all the way out and slams back in
"Three years." His voice is rough, wrecked. "Three years of wanting to bend you over and shut you up. Three
