Obsessed With My Husband's Step-brother - Chapter 25: Chapter 25

Leilani
My nipples dragged against the cold sink, sending a ripple of cold and hot stimulation straight down into my pussy squelching with sex juices as Adonis’ cock dug in and out of my gripping warm depths. I was biting my lip hard enough to leave indents in my plump bottom lip as my slippery hands struggled to grab the edge of the chilly sink firmly.
He nudged my leg wider and my thighs parted even more, stretching uncomfortably against my bunched-up shorts and panties around my lower thighs.
I let out a pathetic moan as his hands dragged up the straps of my tiny apron and up my small shirt, which was heavily strained by the weight of my big round breasts bouncing in time with his hard thrusts. He palmed my flushing skin, his expensive wristwatch pressing against my skin, chilling my flesh like glacial ice, and my nipples hardened even more, the skin pink and tart.
“Oh…I can’t...” I cried out when his hard strength forced my supple, compliant body into arching further down. My face almost touched the soapy water.
Pleasure blinded me, my limbs were quivering, hair flying over my shoulders.
Wet sounds sprang as his hips collided between my jiggling ass cheeks, vandalizing my dripping, pink vagina.
I groaned, knees bucking as his cock struck straight into a spot deep in my pussy, flexing past my over-sensitive walls with maddening friction.
A hand slapped on my clapping ass cheeks with a wet sound. “Quiet.”
His deep voice growling that one command was my undoing and I came apart, throwing my head back, my luxuriant brown tresses flying as loud cries spilled out from my mouth. I did not get the chance to moan as loud as I pleased through my orgasm as he slapped a large hand over my mouth, pulling me up, arched against his heated fully clothed chest. My head was trapped in his grip as my helpless cries were cut short by his palm, preventing it from traveling throughout the house.
His other hand, dipped over my hip to press against my throbbing clit, applying pressure that increased the intensity of my climax by a tenfold, his cock swelling and bobbing against my grasping walls.
I wanted to scream as frightening pleasure racked through my body, sending me into spasms and shudders, knees collapsing under me but Adonis held me in place, giving a couple of final thrusts before he exploded in sticky warmth into me.
I heaved, boneless in his arms, wanting nothing more but to remain in his chest and let his overwhelming masculine strength surround and hold my used, soft body up.
His warm breath brushed into my hair as he shifted out of me, his hand leaving my mouth to caress my waist from behind. “You okay?” His deep voice asked and my face blushed. He just fucked me rough, fucked me boneless. I loved it.
However, before I could say anything, the sound of the doorbell echoed through the house.
I stiffened.
The doorbell rang again impatiently. My brain immediately went into panic mode and I scrambled out of Adonis’ arms, clumsily pulling my panties up, and felt the thin fabric dampen with the Adonis’ cum slowly flowing back out of my pussy. My heart was pounding. Oh gosh, that was so close. As I dragged up my creased, tiny black shorts to stretch over my wide hips and big ass, my eyes strayed over to Adonis.
He was zipping his pants back up, but his eyes were watching me struggle to cover my ass with the tiny shorts, a small beautiful smile on his face. My head was spinning. Does he think this is funny?
Men.
I was about to rush out of the kitchen when I caught my warped reflection on a stainless steel surface. I looked like a sex rag doll. I stopped in my tracks. My long wavy hair was ruffled, looking like my hair was used as a leash to command sexual obedience. My face was glowing soft rose from my orgasm, and my shirt… Shit! My apron. They were still wet with soap suds here and there, ruffled and slacked in some places.
Hell no, I have to change out of this.
The doorbell blared this time, making me nearly jump. Anxiety was nearly giving me a heart attack. First, I fuck in the kitchen, then the doorbell starts to scream seconds after I came, and I look like I was tossed into a washing machine, and…the doorbell must have woken Neil. My face drained.
Neil.
“Go change. I’ll get the door,” Adonis said coolly, deep voice sexy and unbothered as he brushed past me out of the kitchen. He looked perfectly the same as he did before we had sex. How is it fair that I get to look like trash and he stays looking so fucking good?
I blinked and snapped out of it, struggling to undo the apron straps behind me as my legs carried me up the flight of shiny stairs. I had barely rounded into the lobby that led to our bedroom when I bumped into a hard chest.
I gasped and stumbled back, nearly losing my balance but an arm wrapped around my waist to steady me. I was panting, vision spinning from my temporary loss of balance.
“Babe?”
My vision cleared instantly and I saw Neil leaning into me, an arm around my waist, his blue eyes taking in my appearance withdrawn eyebrows. His eyes looked confused, but also a little groggy -he just woke from sleep-, his blond hair cutely strewn all over the place.
He was shirtless, light blue sweatpants hanging on his tight hips.
“N-Neil-” My heart had dropped dead and my blood had gone cold in my veins. The first frightening thought that came into my mind was that Neil could tell right away that I’d been fucking downstairs while he was asleep. Could he tell? Did Adonis’ scent rub off me? Could he smell it?
“What happened to you?” He asked, his lips curved in concern.
He did not seem furious.
I let out a nervous laugh. “Uhh…I was um, doing the dishes and- and Chase made me spill water all over myself, I need to take these off, they’re itchy.”
He looked down at me again. “Why didn’t you use the dishwasher?”
“You know I prefer doing the dishes manually,” I said. “Helps me think.”
“Hm. Well, the doorbell woke me up, I thought you went out or something…” He said.
“That’s why I’m in a hurry, I can’t let whoever’s at the door see me like this…” I explained, wriggling out of his hold and hurrying away just as his gaze strayed to stare at my ruffled hair, probably wondering why it looked ruffled as fuck, confusion etched in his handsome features.