Page 15 of Stepbrother's Obsession
I moan and grab the bedposts, holding on for dear life. “I love how you talk to me.”
This is pure bliss, and I don’t just mean being fucked so hard, but by fully letting go and submitting to the fact that we’re in love and we’ve both admitted it. We don’t have to live in denial when we’re around each other anymore.
His teeth scrape against my skin, a display of his hunger in his every movement. Beingthiswanted,thisdesired is the peak of womanhood. He doesn’t avert his eyes or turn away from me anymore. Now he can’t keep his hands off me.
He swells up inside me again, adding to the sweet sting I feel from him stretching me. The perfect little hint of pain with the overload of pleasure that’s blurring my vision. His lips close around my earlobe, and I go off, bucking my hips wildly back against him as I lose all control.
“Colt…” I mewl, twisting back to accept his kiss as he shoots inside me. The warm jet of his cum enhances my orgasm like gas thrown on a fire. I writhe against him, soaking in the scent of his sweat, taking his seed like a good girl.
“That’s it, baby,” he groans, holding me so tight. “Take it all.”
My blood is on fire as he grunts like a beast, holding me like his prize while splitting me open with his brutal erection. I gasp for breath and wonderWill I be pregnant?
“We’re so naughty,” I whimper. “Step-siblings fucking without protection. I’m a bad girl, aren’t I?”
“Damn right, you are,” Colt snarls, snapping gently at my neck with his teeth, his beard rough against my skin.
His hot, sticky cum pools inside me, warming my belly. I heard the girls at school call it ‘baby batter,’ and I sure hope they’re right. I want my stomach to grow, the curve of my flesh representing our future together.
“I want you to get me pregnant, but next time, can I swallow?” I stroke his muscled chest with admiration, fixing my eyes on his. He’s so big compared to me. So strong.
“You want to taste my cum?”
I nod. “Yes. It’s so warm and sticky. I want to feel it going down my throat.”
His eyes flash, and he slaps me hard on the ass, causing me to jump. “I’ll have more for yousoon, baby. I can feel my balls filling up again already.”
The thought warms my heart, and my body tingles all over. He’s still hard inside me, and I grind against him, relishing the aftershocks of pleasure that shoot through me. My inner walls tighten on his thickness, like my body wants to keep him where he is. Incredible. Wonderful.
“Here, I want you to have this.” Colt reaches into a drawer and pulls out a black cord looped through a piece of dull metal. “This may not look like much, but it’s a retaining washer for the first bike I bought with my own money. The bike’s gone now, and this is all I have left of it.”
“Colt, I can’t—” My voice barely works.
“You can.” He nods, tying it around my neck. “You’re mine now, and I know you’d never let anything happen to it. Just like I’ll never let anything happen to you.”
Euphoria sweeps over me like a warm embrace.His. I amhis. So what if I don’t know what a retaining washer is? It clearly means something to him, and giving it to me is a big deal.
“I’ll take good care of it,” I whisper, cradling it in my hand. Such a small piece of metal, mesmerizing me. “Andyou too.”
Car tires outside jolt through me like cold water. I recognize their sound instantly—that specific crunch of my mom’s rental. Colt’s huge arm tightens around me. “Is that—?”
“Yep,” I hiss. “They’re back.”
Colt moves quickly, pulling on jeans while I scramble for my clothes scattered across the floor. My hands shake as I try to button my shorts. The marks from his teeth on my skin throb like warning signs, a secret map of his possession over me, hiding beneath thin fabric.
“Your room.Now.” His voice is gruff and commanding, and propels me to the door. He catches my wrist just before I slip into the hallway and pulls me back for a deep, infatuated kiss. “This changesnothing. You still belong to me.”
“Yes. I’m yours.”
His words echo in my head as I slip into my room, barely closing the door before I hear the voices downstairs. Mom’s laugh, Jim’s chuckle. Normal parental sounds that should feel completely normal. But not today.
I catch my reflection in the mirror and flinch. I look ripped apart—swollen lips, tangled hair, and a visible mark on my collarbone my shirt doesn’t hide. I have no time to shower, so I grab a hoodie and slide into it, despite the summer heat.
“Lily! We’re home!” my mom shouts up the stairs.
Colt’s cum drips out of me as I take a deep breath and try to calm my heart. I head down to greet them. Each step feels like I’m walking into hell. Mom embraces me immediately, no idea I was just slamming my ass back against her step-son. “I missed you so much! How was everything? Did you and Colt get along okay?”
Did we get along okay?
