Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee Book 3
Chapter 584 – F*ucking My Boobs. (Beatrice)
“Um, that’s okay. It’s not hurting there,” I stuttered, biting my t*ongue. He suddenly stopped and focused solely on massaging my back. Even though I was the one who asked him to stop, I instantly regretted it.
As I kept quiet, I decided to give in. I just don’t know but my n*ipples were feeling this urge to be pressed and twisted.
“Actually, it does hurt there,” I quickly corrected myself. His hand paused on my back before he whispered in my ear, leaning closer to my body.
“Where?” the playful tone in his voice boosted my confidence. I could tell he was feeling the same kind of feeling that I was.
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His whisper and husky voice made me reconsider whether I should respond or not.
“Where you were t*ouching before,” I mumbled awkwardly, feeling shy.
“Where was I t*ouching?” he inquired, sliding his hand down, almost reaching my panties. He then moved his hand up and stopped near my bra straps, which loosely hung on my body.
“Here?” he asked, and I gulped.
“No, a little to the side,” I murmured.
“Here?” he questioned as his f*ingers grazed my side boob.
I gulped and bit my t*ongue, noticing the playful tone in his voice intensifying.
“Tell me, where?” he asked again, and this time, I had to respond. “Under my boob,” I said, biting my t*ongue when I heard his chuckle in my ear. He proceeded to turn me around, and I didn’t resist. His hands against my skin seemed like a perfect match.
Once I lay with an open bra on his bed, he got up and gazed at my body before walking over to lock the door.
My heart raced, but I remained still.
I had never experienced anything like this before, but a new sensation was emerging in my body, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away from it.
He returned, removing his shirt and tossing it aside. As he crawled on top of me, I held my breath.
“Here?” he placed his hand on my stomach and trailed it up until it reached my boob.
I shyly nodded, my bra still covering most of my b*reasts.
“Is it a bit more towards the n*ipples?” His words made my body tingle. Hearing him talk about my body made me blush even more.
“Yes,” I nodded, closing my eyes t*ightly as he slid his hand under my bra and cupped my b*reasts.
My toes curled as his strong hands began to massage my soft b*reasts, caressing them.
I kept my eyes shut as he played with my b*reasts, and then I felt them completely exposed. Opening my eyes, I saw Helel had removed my bra entirely and tossed it aside.
His eyes lingered on my b*reasts before he ran his f*ingers around my n*ipples, arousing me.
As my body heated up, I watched him lower his head to my c*hest and start k*issing all over my n*aked b*reasts.
Many guys had made advances towards me in the past, but I never allowed them to t*ouch me.
However, with Helel, I felt more intrigued than ever.
I let him play with my n*ipples, bite them, and even s*uck on them.
He latched onto them as if his life depended on it.
Even his manhood pressed against my stomach, causing a sensation I had never experienced before. My b*reasts tingled as his m*outh encircled them, as if he was not just s*ucking on my boobs but on my entire body. Before I could comprehend what was happening, my hands found their way into his hair, running through it and causing his c*ock to twitch against my stomach.
I was surprised by how hard he was, even through his shorts. When he lifted his head and looked into my eyes for permission, I responded by placing my hands on my boobs and pressing them together, signaling that I was ready for more.
I was acting out of character, beyond my usual self.
He rose to his knees and exposed his manhood, sitting n*aked on top of me.
My eyes widened at the size of his c*ock, its head swelling and veins visible on its shaft.
He slid his manhood between my t*ightly pressed boobs and let out a loud grunt.
His hard c*ock felt firm between my soft, ample b*reasts, and I could tell he was experiencing the same p*leasure. His face turned red as he began to t*hrust his c*ock in and out of my boobs aggressively.
I m*oaned louder as he continued with force, his c*ock t*ouching my chin and then sliding back between my b*reasts. He increased the speed, and suddenly I felt a hot load of cum hit my face. It was so much that I held my breath, fearing I would be overwhelmed by it. After he had released every drop onto me, he pulled away, leaving me shocked by my actions but unable to snap out of the trance.
He took my hand and led me to the bathroom, where I washed my face in the sink, staring at my reflection in confusion.
Why did I give in so easily?
I was attracted to him and felt aroused by his t*ouch, but to surrender so quickly?
As I looked at my n*aked b*reasts, the reality of my actions sank in with greater force. “What have I done?” It may not have been too much, but it was certainly not nothing. It could make our future encounters awkward, and I didn’t want to be seen as someone who gives in easily. I hurriedly cleaned my boobs, found my bra and top, and wrapped my arm around my b*reasts as I dressed.
As Iturned my back on him, I heard his whisper, “You don’t have to leave now.”
“I need to go,” I replied, and quickly put on my shirt.
“Beatrice! What happened? Did I make you uncomfortable?” I am not sure why he thought I didn’t consent when I initiated it after asking him to massage my boob. But his voice behind me showed that he now understood my discomfort at how easily I had let go.