My Stepbrother's Dirty Little Secret novel Chapter 510

Chapter 510

The encrypted file was buried deep within three layers of security firewalls on my private server. I didn’t need to look at the folder name to find it, my fingers moved across the keyboard on pure instinct, unlocking the video data that I had kept hidden from the rest of the world.

I leaned back into the leather office chair-the exact same chair where the footage had been captured-and led the video fill the massive, high-definition monitor on my wall.

The screen flickered, and suddenly the quiet room was filled with the glowing blue light of the recorded security cameras.

My hand went straight to the belt of my trousers, unbuckling the leather and sliding the zipper down.

I reached inside my underwear, my fingers closing around my length. I was already thick, straining against my clothes from just looking at the title card, but the moment the audio kicked in, I turned to solid, pulsing iron.

On the screen, the playback showed her pinned against my chest, her small wrists locked tightly behind her back with that black plastic zip tie.

Her crisp white shirt was torn wide open, hanging off her shoulders and framing her bare breasts. The camera from the upper corner captured the view perfectly. Every time I drove into her from below, her tits bounced violently, the soft flesh shaking.

“Ah… Raphael… oh god,” her recorded voice echoed through my current quiet room, a high, broken sob of pure friction that hit my ears like a physical touch.

I let out a low, rough groan in the dark, my grip tightening around myself. I began to stroke my cock, a motion that matched the pace I was watching on the wall.

My eyes devoured the contrast on the screen, my own scarred hands digging fiercely into her soft skin, leaving dark marks while she took me.

“Look at that,” my own past voice ordered from the speakers, “I want you to watch how you’re taking me.”

Hearing her say my name like that… shattered, begging, completely undone tripped the final wire in my head.

My hand on my cock turned frantic, squeezing and pulling with a desperate friction that had me straining toward the edge. I watched the video reach its peak, watching her eyes finally snap away from the cameras to look straight into mine on the screert, clear and filled with a terrifying need.

“Go ahead,” my recorded voice whispered, my past self rubbing her clit on screen, “I’ve got you. I’m right here.”

“Raph… oh God!” she shrieked on the tape, her body violently locking up, her muscles flexing in her thighs as the ripples of her orgasm took her completely, making her tip over in the chair.

The sight of her climaxing on the screen, her chest heaving and her tits shaking as she cried out my name, pushed/ me completely over the precipice.

I bared my teeth in the dark room, my body going totally rigid in the leather chair. I gave my cock three more hard, blinding strokes, and then I came hard, splashing violently across my fingers and dripping onto my palm.