My Stepbrother's Dirty Little Secret novel Chapter 558

Chapter 558

Gianna

“What did I say about respect, Gianna?” he asked, “You remember?”

I couldn’t speak. I could only nod my head quickly, my eyes wide, watered and locked onto his, showing him that I understood every single word.

Raphael stood up. He towered over me like a giant wall of muscle, his thighs framing my head as I stayed down on the hard floor. He gripped the top of my head, locking my skull in place.

He didn’t wait. He used my face like a toy, shoving the head of his cock straight past my lips.

He began to fuck my mouth. He pushed his hips forward, forcing his massive length deep down my throat before pulling back to the tip. My head bounced against his hard shaft again and again as he drove himself into me without mercy.

Gag.

A choked sound left my throat, but I didn’t pull away. I reached out with both hands, my fingers clawing into the hard, thick muscles of his bare thighs, gripping him tightly, digging my nails in until his skin broke.

Raphael held my hair tight, using his strength to control the angle as he thrust his pelvis forward, burying his entire length deep inside my mouth over and over again.

Raphael’s hips jerked faster, his thrusts turning short, hard, and violent. The muscles in his thighs turned to stone under my fingers. He let out a low, broken roar that rattled deep in his chest.

He shoved his hips forward one last time, pinning my face hard against his groin.

Then, he blew.

A wave of cum shot straight down the back of my throat. It shot out in violent pulses, filling my mouth instantly. He held my head locked tight against his pelvis, forcing his cock deep inside so I couldn’t move, couldn’t back away, and couldn’t swallow fast enough.

Air trapped in my lungs, and my chest seized up. I couldn’t draw a single breath. My eyes went wide, watering as my fingers clawed desperately into his thighs, my legs trembling in my high heels.

He kept his cock jammed down my throat, pulsing and dumping every last drop of his wet heat inside me until my vision blurred and my chest heaved for oxygen.

The moment my wet skin met his face, Raphael went wild.

He opened his mouth wide and buried his face entirely into my softness. His tongue darted out and slammed straight against my sensitive clit. He began to lick me with a speed that made me lose my senses for a little while.

A sharp, violent jolt of pleasure shot straight up my spine, making my back arch instantly.

“Ah!” A loud, breathless cry tore from my throat.

His hands flew to my ass, holding me harder against his mouth as he sucked my clit into his mouth, his tongue swirling and stabbing inside me over and over again.

Then, his grip on my thighs tightened until it bruised. He pulled his mouth away for a fraction of a second, his dark eyes looking up at me from beneath my hips, wild and completely blown out with lust. The skin around his mouth was slick and shining with my wetness.

“Don’t just sit there,” Raphael ordered, “Ride my tongue, babe, ride my fucking face.”