Obsessed With My Husband's Step-brother - Chapter 67: Chapter 67

LEILANI.
His hard knees pressed under my breasts as he spread me out over his thighs. He had sunk into one of the couches in here and pulled me to bend over his parted, strong thighs, my breasts spilling over a thigh and my hips propped up on the other thigh, my ass in the air.
“Adonis-”
“Quiet.” He cut my shaky words off with one deep, dark, and firm command. My face was rosy pink with guilty desire. I wanted him to fucking pleasure me so much, make me cum so hard. But I was also terribly nervous about getting naughty with him in here, I felt so exposed and anyone could walk in any minute.
The door was not locked.
“Let’s make you cry out a little, yeah?” I heard his wicked sexual voice say. “Not too loud, though. You don’t want anyone besides me to see you like this, right?”
His heated hands brushed my long hair away from my back, stroking my skin beneath the thin fabric of my crop top. My hair poured down in cascades down the sides of my head towards the floor, my hands struggling to find balance.
“Do you feel exposed?” His voice vibrated through me and I bit on my bottom lip in sheer lust. Oh, I was pissed at him. But why did I always have to succumb to his seduction all the time? Oh, why does he have to be so damn good at this?
“Y-yes…” I whimpered.
“I just got started with you, Leilani.” Oh, I could feel his hard abdominal muscles pressing into my side carnally. Seeping sexual heat into my own skin. His hand grabbed the band of my pants and slowly dragged it down. I gasped when the cool air hit the warm, soft flesh of my ass. “I want you to feel violated.”
His hand grabbed my ass and squeezed the flesh greedily. I was only left in my crop top, which had ridden up from rubbing against his knee, that the underside of my breasts was open and rubbing against his rough pants. And my black thong. But I had the feeling it was going to be yanked down soon.
“There’s actually something innocent about you.” He leaned down to bite the back of my neck, his rough palm still groping and spreading my ass cheeks apart. My nipples hardened against my shirt and I felt moisture pooling in my pussy. “And I want to rip through it and violate the tatters left.” I couldn’t help but moan. “And I will.”
There was a finality to his tone. Hard, cold determination set in stone, and I couldn’t help but feel a little scared.
“For now, let’s make you cum.” His hand grabbed the band of my thong tight and pulled it taut against my skin with a force that brought a twinge of pain and in no time, the thong was a twisted mess down my thighs and around my knees. Cool air filtered into oversensitive places and I trembled slightly, stewing in my own lust.
“Part your thighs for me, Leilani.”
Like an obedient sex slave, I moved my thighs apart as far as the pants around my knees could allow, stretching out my twisted thong. I heard him hum in satisfaction as I felt a hot hand slap me right on my wet sex.
The wet sound of it seemed to me like thunder in the bright, quiet room. I shuddered from the immense pleasure that shot through me from getting smacked on my pussy, my knees jerking. He had a thing for slapping pussy.
I thought I heard a sound that wasn’t from us and I stiffened, but right at that moment, Adonis squeezed three fingers into my vagina without warning and I moaned soft and drawn-out, my back arching, shoulders lifting in pleasure. He pushed me back down on his knee and moved his fingers out again.
“Oh…”
“Quiet.” His thumb flicked my swollen clit hard and I jerked again, hands searching for something to grip on for dear, sweet life. My thighs reflexively closed on his hand and trapped it, my hips grinding on it. “You’re not allowed to close your thighs. Leave your pussy open and accessible to me.”
oh
holy
sweet
Jesus
His words.
He plunged in and out of my glistening pink folds, his other fingers rubbing and flicking my clit in a carnal rhythm. I would not be able to hold on for much longer, I was already ready to cum from the time he slipped his hand inside my pants.
My lips parted as I moved my hips, trying to get more, more, more, more, fucking more of this passionate torture. All it took was one particularly forceful penetration and my climax came shuddering down. Tremors racked my body as my thighs tried to rub together but a strong hand held them apart as his fingers continued fucking me.
I cried out, trembling as my uncontrolled orgasm sent my mind, body, and soul into a sexual high, my shoulders lifting. He pressed me back down onto his unforgiving thighs and pinned me there with an elbow as he continued plunging his fingers into my pussy, rapidly building another mind-bending climax in me.
“Adonis…” I whimpered, my ass jiggling under his lustful assault between my thighs.
“The more pissed off at me you get, the more I want to fuck you.” His voice felt like a suck on my clit. I whimpered, my thighs wriggling against his iron-grip as my sight started to water, helplessly pinned to his thighs with my legs parted.
It was all too much. His strong warm body pinning my pliable one face-down on his knees like a child about to get spanked, his long strong and relentless fingers sinking repeatedly into my vagina, his voice and dirty as fuck words. The utter risk of getting caught.
All of a sudden, a phone started to ring and I stiffened, eyes widening in shock. Adonis didn’t even slow down his plundering of my pussy and that was my undoing. I desperately stifled my cry as my hips jerked, my feet shooting up in the air as a nerve-racking orgasm crashed through me mercilessly.