Forbidden Love with my stepbrother
He positioned himself, rubbing the tip against my entrance, coating himself in me.
"Ready?" His voice was rough. But he waited for me, gray eyes searching mine—dominant, yet careful.
I nodded, heart hammering in my chest as excitement buzzed. But fear nipped at its edges too.
This was it—my first time, with a stranger in a lounge.
There was no turning back.
He pushed in slowly, inch by inch.
The stretch that followed was intense and new to me. Until a sharp pain sliced through the pleasure.
I winced, biting down in my lower lip hard enough to stifle a cry.