Obsessed With My Husband's Step-brother - Chapter 15: Chapter 15

LEILANI.
Hot white desire speared through me as my fingers dug into the skin of his shoulder. His pulsing cock stretched my vagina as it nestled deep inside me and I let out a whimper that was blocked by the slick thong in my mouth.
He pulled out halfway and thrust back in, rocking my body deliciously. His hands roamed my body branding my skin with his hot, hard hands. His thrusts began to increase in pace, and I was mindless with pleasure, clinging to his masculine strength with all my might as his thrusts rocked my body. My one exposed breast jiggled, the other one bobbing against the fabric of my fucked up shirt. My neck stretched as I threw my head back, muffled groans escaping me.
His hips drowned me in a carnal rhythm, fucking me in a bruising, rough, lust-drenched way that I have never experienced before. His hands grabbed my naked ass sliding on the kitchen island in an iron grip, thrusting deeper, so deep, his skin slapped against my wet vagina lips, filling the kitchen with the slick slap sounds of filthy sex.
I felt my orgasm building and his hot mouth dragged up the delicate skin of my neck, grabbing my shirt higher in a grip that threatened to rip it.
“Look at me.” He growled, fucking me faster.
I let out a groan. He dragged out the thong from my mouth and threw it somewhere on the floor, grabbing my hair in a grip that send both pain and sinful pleasure straight to my clit rubbing against his thrusting skin.
“Adonis…” I was crazed with desire.
“Look at me, Leilani,” His minty hot breath was harsh on my lips. I forced my eyes open to meet his and I felt my orgasm looming, burning so deep, so intense. His eyes were burning as he held my gaze, smashing my hips forward to meet his hard thrusts. Moisture slicked in my swollen pussy as my legs began to tremble, my nails digging desperately into his shoulders as my orgasm crashed into me.
I cried out sinfully and embarrassingly loud, my eyes rolling back in immense pleasure, shudders racking through my body.
“That’s it…fuck…!” He ground out, still sliding his cock slick with my juices in and out my vagina, drawing out my orgasm.
My moans kept pouring out, nearly mad with the intensity of my excruciating climax. His mouth covered mine, silencing me as his hips bucked and his cock swelled against my throbbing vagina.
Before I could gather my scattered senses, I was down on my knees, the cold kitchen floor chilling my heated skin and a hot heavy cock was pressed into my mouth. Like a wanton sex-crazed woman, I sucked his cock into my mouth, feeling him stretch me and jerk as his warm seed filled my mouth, trailing down my throat.
He pulled his cock out of my mouth, its impressive length glistening and I licked my lips, scrambling up to my wobbly feet. He was gazing down at me with his dark eyes still burning with lust through the strands of his dark hair, darkly, dangerously gorgeous.
He just fucked me.
My ovaries quivered in sweet agony.
Adonis Ace Giles just fucked me so good, so bad.
He moved to grab me again and reality suddenly slapped me in the face, piercing through the haze of dirty sex hanging around us.
I stepped back.
What have I done?
“Leilani-”
My eyes widened as my traitorous sex hormones passionately reacted to his deep, bedroom voice. It scared me. I stepped back again, still unable to clearly think past the mind-bending pleasure he just gave me. I could taste him in my mouth. And I wanted to fucking suck his cock again, longer and deeper this time.
I have to get away from him.
“Wait-”
Whirling around, I ran out of the kitchen and up the stairs, moving with an odd gait as my pussy was starting to feel sore, and my knees were still weakened by his touch. I could not resist him, so I did the only thing I could.
I ran from the tall, massive, toned archangel of deadly sex standing in the kitchen with only my ripped thong lying pathetically on the floor as a naughty reminder of our hot, rough sex on the kitchen island.
I burst through the door, shaky hands trying to fix my ruined shirt. I froze, looking around my bedroom. The bedroom I shared with my fiancé.
Fiancé.
“Oh…Leila…” I cried out in panic, fisting my ruffled hair in my hands. But that action only filled my mind with dirty flashbacks of Adonis grabbing my hair and holding my gaze as I cummed. Heat blazed through me at the very recent memory. I paced around, scared and still shocked at myself, but deep in my feminine core, I could feel the excitement, the longing. Oh, the longing to be back beneath Adonis’ skilled hands and feel his hot mouth dragging over my skin. I hugged myself with my hands, feeling my arousal growing.
God, he fucks so good.
“Leilani.” I heard Adonis’ deep voice behind me and I whirled around, a gasp stuck in my throat.
He was in my bedroom, looking utterly and heart-achingly desirable. My heart started to pound and I squeezed my thighs to ease the sudden throbbing of my clit. His eyes were so intense, gazing me down like a predator out for its helpless prey and I had to lower my eyes. I could not help but surrender to the power he had over my body now that he had fucked me, branded my skin with his brazen touch, and devoured my lips with his sinfully deep kisses.
In his veined fist, I saw my tiny thong peeking.
My breath quickened.
“Don’t fucking run from me.” He said, voice low.
My voice was a weak whisper. “Stay away.”
“I can’t.” He dropped the thong on the floor and stalked closer to me. “Your body fucking calls me, Leilani.”
I stumbled back, lips parting with forbidden desire. “N-no...”
“Your body tells me to pin you down on that bed and fuck you from behind.” I felt his raging sex hormones as he stepped into my space, tilting my chin with a finger to meet his hypnotizing dark eyes.
Dangerously beautiful eyes.