Chapter 560
He increased the pace, his forearm pressing down even heavier on the back of my legs to keep me folded wide open. His fingers curved upward inside me, hooking roughly against the sensitive walls.
Every hard shove of his hand sent electric shocks straight to my core, turning my inside walls into pure liquid fire.
The lightning-fast friction of his fingers hooking deep inside me pushed my body past its absolute limit. The heat in my core built into a massive, swelling tidal wave that I couldn’t hold back.
“Raphael! I’m-ah! I’m gonna-”
I couldn’t even finish the word. My inside walls clamped down around his moving fingers in tight, violent spasins.
A blinding, white-hot explosion ripped through my lower belly, and my eyes rolled back as hot fluid erupted from my core, squirting straight out across his hand.
Raphael tore his fingers out and brought his palm down. He slapped his open hand harshly right against my sensitive core.
The burning pain of the blow mixed instantly with the pleasure of the orgasm, sending a violent shockwave straight up my spine.
“I suspected your body was capable of that,” he said, “It’s useful to have confirmation.”
My chest rose and fell in uneven breaths, “I… can’t…” I whispered. “I need… a minute.”
Twice.
He had pushed me over the edge twice in barely ten minutes, and my body felt completely overwhelmed.
One corner of his mouth lifted.
“Your cardiovascular endurance requires improvement,” he observed with complete seriousness. “Your dietary habits have been suboptimal for quite some time.”
I stared at him.
His thumb brushed absently over my hip.
“We’ll correct that,” he continued, “Better nutrition. Better recovery. Better conditioning.”
He began to push. He went slow, incredibly slow, letting the head of his cock part my sensitive skin.
Even with the lube, the sheer thickness of him felt massive. I let out a gasp as my walls began to stretch. He had never been fully inside of me before, his size too much for anyone to take, and I could feel the tight weight of him testing my limits.
“Raphael-“I choked out, my fingers clawing into his shoulders.
“Shh. Take it,” he whispered, his jaw tight, sweat beading on his forehead as he controlled his own strength.
He pushed a little deeper. A tight, stinging burn bloomed deep inside my core. It felt like an iron rod was slowly splitting me open from the inside out.
My inside walls bunched up, the slick lube clicked and squelched between our bodies, but the intense stretch only grew wider and tighter with every millimeter he gained.
I tossed my head back, my eyes squeezing shut as a tiny whimper left my throat. The fullness was overwhelming.
It felt like he was taking up every single inch of space inside my body, stretching my flesh to its absolute breaking point.

Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: My Stepbrother's Dirty Little Secret