Pinned By My Stepbrother (3)
The moment my mother and Étienne walked away, their footsteps fading into the distance, Julian didn’t even give me time to catch my breath.
He yanked me back into his lap, his c**k sliding inside me with a wet, obscene sound that made my toes curl. I was already stretched from everything before, but the way he filled me now made my head fall back and a moan tear out of me.
“They’re gone,” he muttered into my ear. “No more holding back.”
His arms crushed me against him as he thrust up, forcing me down onto his c**k. My fingers dug into his shoulders, my mouth opening with half-formed protests that collapsed into moans.
“Julian… we can’t…” I whispered, even as my pússy squeezed him like it didn’t want to let go.
“Yes, we can. You want this as bad as I do.”
