My Stepbrother's Dirty Little Secret novel Chapter 269

Chapter 269

The way she was looking at the screen, the way she was cursing me out, the way she was writhing in my grip, it was more intoxicating than anything I had ever experienced.

I leaned back into the leather, my hands tightening on her waist to give her the leverage she needed, “Show me, Gianna,” I rasped, my eyes locked on the monitor that showed her from the side, “Show me that thing you do.

She didn’t need to be told twice. Even with her hands bound behind her back, she found her balance, her weight shifting as she began to move. She wasn’t just sinking down anymore, she started to roll her hips in a slow, grinding circle that made my vision blur.

It was a wicked movement, the kind that ensured my cock hit every sensitive wall of her body.

“That’s it,” I groaned, my head falling back for a split second before I forced myself to watch the screens again.

On the monitors, I could see the way her spine arched and the way her skin rippled with the effort. Every time she rolled forward, she ground her clit against the base of my cock, and every time she rolled back, she took me deeper, stretching herself to the limit.

“You’re a fucking natural at this,” I cursed, “Look at the way you’re working for it.”

She let out a high, broken sound, her eyes half-closed as she focused on the sensation. She was rolling her hips faster now. I made the camera zoom in closer, catching the way her muscles flexed in her thighs and the way the lace of her panties was soaked through.

“You like… this… don’t you?” she panted. She didn’t stop the rolling motion, her hips creating a friction that was driving me toward the edge.

“I like that you’re doing exactly what I want,” I shot back, my hands sliding down to her ass to pull her even harder against me.

I watched her undoing from every angle, the sweat on her brow, the way her lips were parted in a silent scream, and the relentless, hypnotic roll of her hips that was turning my brain to static.

“I’m gonna cum, Raph,” she gasped.

“Raph… oh God, I’m… I’m…” she gasped, her voice breaking on a sob of pure release.

Hearing her voice like that pushed me over the edge. I gripped her hips, pulling her down onto me with every ounce of strength I had, driving into her deep and hard. My own pleasure hit me like a violent crash that radiated from my chest down to my fingertips.

“Gianna,” I managed to say, my throat felt wrecked.

She let out a high-pitched moan as the ripples took her. She was shaking so hard she nearly tipped us over in the chair. At the same time, the intensity of her release pulled the final control from me. I slammed into her one last time, my teeth bared, my body locking as I emptied myself into her.

We were both gasping, as I held her tight as the waves of pleasure ebbed away. I buried my face in the crook of her neck, breathing in the scent of her skin as we both came down from the high.

“Congratulations, little sister. I think we just made our own little piece of cinema.”