Page 26 of Stepbrother's Obsession

Whenever we make love, I feel worshipped. Honored. He can fuck me so hard, so rough, but it doesn’t matter. Everything he does makes me feel like a goddess. And whenever he wants me, I gladly submit. Because I want him too.

He pulls his hard cock from his jeans and spreads me open with its crown, causing me to gasp, exhilarated. Four years of being fucked by his monster and I still am shocked by his size every single time.

“Yes, Daddy,” I moan as he presses his inches into me. My pussy clenches around his girth, already dripping with excitement. He’s so fucking enormous there isn’t a millimeter inside of me that he doesn’t touch—doesn’t fill. And as he starts to thrust, pounding me hard against the deck of the porch, my love for him rises up like an earthquake.

“Let’s make another baby,” he tells me. My jaw drops. I was not expecting this, but I don’t even have to think twice.

“Yes.” I nod, grinding my hips back against him. “Fill me with your cum, Daddy.”

“Show me you want it,” he growls, rutting inside of me, hitting that sweet spot that always drives me to climax. “Milk that cock, baby. Drain me.”

I clench down on him and buck back harder, driving my body into his. I swear, every time he fucks me hard—which is every time—I think he’s going to split me in two.

The porch creaks beneath us with every thrust. He’s already so hard, and I’m dripping everywhere, wetting the boards under my butt. He leans in and kisses me. Our tongues press together, and that’s all it takes—just the extra spice of intimacy and I’m coming.

My pussy snatches hold of his cock as he drives into me. He groans, and I feel his hot release splash inside me, coating my walls as he kisses me like he’s afraid he’ll lose me. I gasp as I go off with him, wrapping my arms around his neck and holding on for dear life. His final twitches inside me are luscious and primal.

I’m giggling now, my cheeks flush and my body on fire. We’ve been using the pull-out method since Christopher was born,but now I know—I knowthat he just got me pregnant. In nine months or so, our family will expand.

He whispers into my ear, “I love you, baby.”

“I know,” I moan. “I love you too.”

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