All Chapters of On Your Knees, Stepsister: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

I couldn't even tell how I got to the hospital without crashing my car. My hands shook badly as I drove, and my lips trembled in fear. I occasionally glanced at my phone, waiting for another call. She had said Kielan was doing okay. However, what she had said after it scared me more than anything. What could be wrong with me?Am I sick? Is it as deadly as what's wrong with Kielan? Would both of us be bedridden? Who would take care of us then? What would happen to his business and mine? Who would supervise all? That, and many things, were on my mind, glued and refusing to let go. I was freaking scared out of my damned mind. By the time I got to the hospital, I had thought of every bad thing that could happen to me. I had weighed everything on a scale until I got tired. Well, if the worst should come, I'll have to ask John and Jack to keep the place until we recover. If we actually do. Well, Kielan has to recover. I won't tell him about this. I'll keep it hidden from him. I guess th

The weeks moved in a blur. After the initial treatment, Kielan was put into a series of them. He got better with each day, and thankfully, there was no backlash. Dr Lovely had feared the worst when he coughed blood on the sixth day of treatment. That was the worst day in all the days I had spent with him at the hospital. I believed I had lost the fight and would be forced to face reality.I thought it was over, until the next day when he woke up, looking stronger than the previous day, with rosy cheeks and a small smile.Weeks turned to months, and before I knew it, we had spent four months in the hospital. I still took care of all our businesses and the men who, like George, thought they could take over with Kielan being sick and all that. I was always pleased to speak with them, with my fists, of course. By now, almost all the underground bosses knew my name.Jack said they call me "The Heartless Reaper". I liked the name because it had a ring to it, something that made the next man

I broke the kiss and moved down. Her breasts were fuller now. I took one in my mouth, and she gasped, her back bowing off the bed, her hands tightening in my hair. I traced circles around her nipple with my tongue until she was shaking and making those sounds I'd been dreaming about for months.“Kielan —"I didn't stop. I moved to the other breast and gave it the same attention until she was a mess beneath me, her breath coming in ragged gasps, and her hips rocking against my body. I took my time, pressing my lips to every inch of skin. She sighed beneath me, her hands threading through my hair, her hips shifting, waiting.When I reached her belly, I stopped and pressed my mouth to the taut curve. “Hey, little one,” I whispered. “Your dad's home.”Lylah let out a sound, and she reached towards me and tangled her fingers in my hair. I looked up, and she smiled. “I love you,” she said.“I love you more, baby.” I kissed her belly again, then moved lower. Her thighs were soft and warm,

“Faster,” she breathed. “Please, Kielan, faster.”I gave it to her faster. “I'm close,” she gasped. “Don't stop, don't please — “I didn't. I kept moving and thrusting with my eyes fixed on hers, and when she came, it was like watching something break open, something beautiful and raw and utterly hers. Her body arched, her cry filled the room, and her pussy clenched around my dick. The wave of the pull dragged me under, and I came with her, my release buried deep inside her, my mouth finding hers, my arms wrapping around her and holding her as I'd never let go.We stayed like that for a long moment. Breathing, shaking, and holding each other. Her fingers traced patterns on my back, and I pressed my face into her neck, smelling her.After a while, she shifted. “You're heavy,” she said, but she was smiling. She tightened her arms around me and didn't let go for some seconds.I pulled out slowly and rolled to the side, gathering her against me with her back to my chest, and my hand on h

KIELANI didn't wait to be told twice. You could say I was addicted to her taste. I'd been between her thighs a hundred times before she carried my child, but now, she tasted different. It could be because she was fuller now. Her scent had deepened into something I couldn't name, something that made my mouth water before I even touched her.I helped her out of the cotton maternity undies she was wearing. Despite making it sound like she didn't want to do it, she was already wet; so fucking wet. I spread her open with my thumbs and stared at the pink folds before I lowered my mouth to my feast and dragged my tongue up through her slick folds in one long, slow taste.She gasped. That first taste, fuck. It was Sweet and salty and her. Her hips bucked, and I pressed her back down.“Fuck,” she breathed. I took my time. I dragged my tongue from her entrance to her clit, feeling every ridge and every flutter of her muscles. She was clenching desperately for contact, and I gave it to her.