Chapter 81 Stepbrother

• My mouth goes dry as I do what he says, and I suck in a shuddery breath when he grips my hips again and pushes my lower half up and away from his body so that I’m stretched out in a modified bridge position. I close my eyes and moan with instant relief as the ache in my hips eases. Samir curses under his breath, his nose brushing the column of my neck, then pushes with more force to extend the stretch.
• I reach up behind me to grip the top of the seat on either side of his headrest as I flex my hips. He helps me rock them slightly up and down in the air—flex and release, flex and release—to stretch my hip flexors as I grip the top of the seat harder.
• “Damn, that feels so good,” I say with a moan.