Sharing Beatrice A Luna to her Stepbrothers

Chapter 85

85-Two Finger In.

I was afraid Mr. Olis would wake up, but Zane didn’t care. He had his hands holding my boobs and fondling them while he kept dry-humping me from the back.

I was writing and panicking a little, my heart pounding in my chest, but pleasure took over me. His strong, muscular fin- gers pressed my nipples, making them hard and then press- ing them inside as he drove me crazy. His body was pressed tightly against mine from behind. He held my tits between his fingers and rubbed them before he gripped the nipples and pulled them together, squeezing my boobs hard.

He let go for a moment so that he could turn me around and shove me into the board. He was aggressive when he pulled my sweater up and made me hold it to prevent it from coming down. Once again, he grabbed my nipples and forced them together. Since I had heavy breasts, it wasn’t easy, but he managed to close them as much as he could before he drew his mouth over them. He sucked a nipple and quickly rushed over to the other.

He was sucking and biting onto them, giving me crazy pleasure. The harder he went, the more pleasure I felt. His teeth gently grind over the nipple, nibbling on them and caus- ing streaks of pain to run through my body like an electric current.

He then finally set my breasts free so that he could pull me to the side and pin me against the wall. Not afraid that Mr. Olis would wake up and find us in that condition. His one hand was holding my arms above my head, and the other slowly slipped under my skirt and pulled my panty down. It naked slipped down my soft legs like velvet, leaving my pussy at the mercy of his firm and exploring fingers. The front of his jeans tightened as his fingers rubbed against my wet pussy.

My breathing was deep and heavy as I felt my body trem- bling when his finger brutally penetrated me.

“You are already wet for me,” he smirked as he gently ex- plored my labia lips with his fingers. As his fingers gently pushed inside me, I squirmed in pain and pleasure. He drew his face closer and licked my cheek before he pulled back and carried my leg over to his shoulder. I leaned over the wall while he carried me. My leg on the floor was shaking as he licked his fingers and shoved both of them inside me.

“Ah! Zane!” I gasped, puckering my lips tight and letting him enjoy it. He finger-fucked me while playing with my clit with his thumb.

He began to shove his fingers into me, delving deeper and deeper. I had to glance over to the window to make sure we hadn’t woken up Mr. Olis. While he slept like a baby, Zane pre- pared to fuck me. His cock twitched in his hands, and he knew he was ready for it.

He opened his pants and brought his enormous dick to view. Rubbing it over my clit and inner lips, he made sure he had excited me enough into begging him via my eyes to enter This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

He thrust only the head of his cock inside my vagina. I threw my head back and closed my eyes, feeling every second of his shaft ripping me open. My vagina tightened against his cock as he slowly made the move.

He ran his hand up my stomach to my boob from under my sweater, which I had long forgotten about. My sweater had rolled back down, but Zane’s hand was able to find its way to my boob and grab it. He squeezed my boob while fas-tening the movement. His thrust turned aggressive and wild, making me adjust my leg on his shoulder and bite my lip to not let out a scream.

After a few minutes of fucking me hard, just as I was near finishing, Zane pulled away from me in a swift move.

I was confused and frowning, watching him shove his dick inside his pants and then point in the direction of the window.

I looked over and saw Mr. Olis waking up. He ruined all the fun. I quickly grabbed my panties and put them on, ad- justing my state while Zane walked over to the board and started finishing the family tree for me. It was a very small gesture, but I liked it. Knowing how Zane didn’t give two fucks about anyone but himself, this was an immense gift for me.

By the time Mr. Olis washed his face and walked out of the bathroom to our room, Zane had finished writing on the board.

“All done?” the old man asked, and Zane only nodded at him in response, saying, “Don’t forget to prepare for the next quiz. He suffered because of you,” Mr. Olis warned me, ges- turing for us to leave.

I ran out of the room, followed by Zane.

“He said I suffered,” Zane let out a scoff, shaking his head at him.

“How are we going home?” I asked him as I followed him. to the elevator. The moment I entered the elevator, he urged me to get out.

“Take the stairs,” he ordered in a stern manner, and he closed the elevator door. I don’t know what happened to his mood, but I seemed to have listened to him. I took the eleva- tors and rushed down, fearing he would leave without me, but to my surprise, he was still lingering around the abandoned counter.

“Zain! what happened? Is your mood—,” I have only tried opening my mouth once, and he hushed me.

“Beatrice! Don’t talk for another few minutes,” he seemed to be requesting, but it was more like a humiliation.

I couldn’t even move out of the hotel because it has got- ten dark outside, and I am petrified of the night and lonely in the dark.

One thing was certain – he didn’t seem to care if I had slept with someone before him.