Obsessed With My Husband's Step-brother - Chapter 75: Chapter 75

LEILANI.
“Oh…”
My lips parted as his cock deliciously slid in and out of me, his hands pinning my hips in place as his heated skin slapped against my naked ass.
“Ah!”
I screamed, my fingers grabbing his large hand as his thrusts nearly rocked me off balance. Pleasurable sensations shot up from my pussy spreading up into my limbs and soul, turning them to jelly. The delicious soreness mixed with feverish need was driving me insane, his hot, hard body rubbing into me obscenely from behind, his hot mouth placing wet kisses and frantic bites on the exposed, soft skin of my shoulder.
“Fuck…I can’t get enough of you…” His voice dripped with hunger and ardent lust as he slipped a hand under the large shirt to grab my breasts, his hand alternating greedily between each bouncing globe. I whimpered when his fingers squeezed my sore nipples.
My hair fell over the railing, head bobbing as I bent over, lips parted as my peak rapidly built up like an inferno of desire within me, sending electric sensations up my spine. He yanked my arms backward in a firm grip, separating my fingers from the iron railing with a low sound, effortlessly pinning them at my back, taking away my last means of control over my movements.
I whimpered when his other hand landed a resounding smack on my ass cheek and dragged my shirt further up my back, pinning it up there with my restrained hands. “You feel like you’re going fall over?” He asked, deep voice as tempting as sin, the utter tone of a master seducer.
My voice hitched when his cock hit my G-spot hard. “Y-yes!”
“Good.” He said darkly and slid his hand down my front, between my jiggling thighs to pinch my clitoris between two warm fingers. Hard.
My cries were shaky, as my entire body rocked in time with his thrusts, my hair flying all over my face, breasts wriggling with reckless abandon, my vision unstable from all the sexual motion. He was fucking me like a rag doll. At the top of the stairs.
His ragdoll.
His fingers twisted my slippery clit and pressed hard again, and that was all I could take before I trembled, knees turning to liquid as my orgasm hit with all full force, strength, and magnitude. I twisted against his restraining grip on my arms, against his persistent fingers in my wet pussy lips and on my clit, my ass grinding into his rocking hips.
He kept hitting my G-spot over and over again and another orgasm hit me immediately, shocking the life out of my body and soul. My mouth let out a pathetic cry, shoulders trembling from the merciless and mind-bending combination of multiple orgasms.
He went taut against my pliable body, his hand freeing my arms, and instead grabbed both sides of my hips as he exploded into me, his thrusts slowing down gradually as he rode out his release for as long as it lasted.
My body felt like jelly as I rested both hands on the railing, panting, my face flushed and glowing from all the countless orgasms I have had in one night. He recovered from his climax amazingly quickly, unlike me still trying to catch my breath and on the brink of collapse, and he pulled my shirt back down to cover my reddened ass, giving it one more sinful squeeze.
I slowly raised my head back up, hair was strewn all over my shoulders. I was not sure I could even move. I felt so dead tired and my entire bones still trembled from the hard-rocking, my pussy tingling from the intense orgasms, skin humming pleasantly from all the attention of his heated touches, rough grabbing, groping, smacking, and bites.
My pussy was fucking throbbing.
Warm arms encircled me, supporting my weak and unforgivingly sexed body with their iron strength and I gladly sank backward into his chest and his manly scent, a soft sigh escaping me.
“Let’s go eat something.” He said in a voice that had a dirty, filthy, and extremely naughty undertone to it and I had to turn slightly, trying to look at him.
My heart quaked when he tilted his head so I could meet his gleaming dark eyes. Staring at him so close reminded me of how fucking beautiful and magnetic those eyes were, and how handsome he looked. It almost shocked me every time. How did this type of man even end up in my life?
“I’m talking about food.” He grinned knowingly, that gleam in his eyes glowing brighter. His smile was so arresting, that I could only give a distracted smile in return, my mind barely focusing on anything else but those lips.
“Okay…” I said softly. He might be talking about food, but something in his voice told me that the food in that mysterious mind of his, was a person. Me.
He was still horny. Fuck, how is that even possible? Is he hypersexual?
He stirred me to face him but that motion made me take a reflexive step to balance myself out, but that step caused massive discomfort between my thighs and my breath hitched. Oh shit, I’m so goddamn sore in my pussy.
If it feels so uncomfortable now, then I probably won’t be able to walk or sit tomorrow.
Adonis noticed, his eyes accessing me. “You’re sore.” His expression and tone were perfectly impassive, giving nothing away. Except for that unnerving gleam in his eyes that had been in there all evening and still wouldn’t go away. And for some reason, I was starting to feel shy again, a warm sensation filling up my cheeks under his gaze.
I nodded, looking away when I started to lose control over the abundant butterflies in my belly. Imagine how swept off my feet when a cocky smile slowly appeared on his handsome face. “That’s good, Leilani.”
His hand gave my ass a final squeeze that sent me blushing like a virgin. Then he gathered me in his strong, muscular arms and against his hot, naked chest, lifting me up, bare feet dangling in the air as he climbed down the stairs, across the marble floor, and into the kitchen.
The aroma of warm, delicious food hit my nostrils and I instinctively breathed it in deep, realizing that beneath all the tiredness and tingling of my body, I was actually hungry. We didn’t even have dinner before we lost ourselves to mad, mindless, and passionately aggressive sex. Rounds after rounds of intense fucking. From the couch to the wall, to the floor, and many other random spots of the living room. On the stairs. In the hallway. Over and over till my bones felt like noodles.
He placed me on a high chair by the glistening kitchen island that had a couple of sweating, covered dishes filled with food, and I felt my mouth watering. It smelt so good. And homemade too. He must have made this when I was passed out in his large bed.
I eagerly opened the lids and light delicious-smelling steam floated out. I heard him rummaging in the fridge behind me.
I grabbed a dish and rolled some spicy-looking spaghetti peppered with diced beef, onto it with a large fork, barely able to contain my eagerness to devour the food. Next, I stabbed a whole large fish stuffed with a dicey, exotic, and delicious-looking sauce that I had never tried before, and placed the sushi on my plate.
I cut part of the fleshy fish and popped it into my mouth, chewing eagerly and my eyes widened in surprise. Damn, it tasted even better than it looked and smelled. I hummed and dug in, rolling spaghetti around my fork and popping it into my mouth again, shaking my head slowly as I savored the utterly delicious taste.
He even cooks better than I do. I mean, I have tasted his cooking before and I was impressed, but my mind was all over the place that day so I really didn’t settle down to really savor this magic.
“You’re really good at this,” I said as he placed a sweaty cold glass of juice and water by my plate, his warm body brushing against mine briefly.
“Cora wanted me to have a 'safe' hobby because I used to race like a fucking devil in my spare time. Cooking is still not a fucking hobby, just a skill.” He said in a neutral tone, grabbing an apple from the glass basket. My eyes ran over his mouthwatering shirtless body, his massive, ripped, and toned body and impressive, towering height. The black sweats riding low on his v-cut which lead to a part of his body that made me even more flustered than the rest of him.
He definitely looked like a fucking attractive devil with that dark hair and dark eyes.
Just the way he fucked was proof that he was specifically created to sin and to make others sin too.
I swallowed the food in my mouth and shoved another forkful of spaghetti in, trying to focus on how delicious the meal was and not how delicious he looked.
“What kind of racing?” I had to ask, taking a big sip of my juice. It seemed he was the rebellious type. Actually, from his occasional interactions with his family, I believe he still is a rebel.
He gave me a dangerous look. “The kind that either destroys the car or destroys the racer.” He leaned back into a high chair, his eyes never leaving me. Then I noticed he was actually sitting far away from me. I did not like that.
“Why are you sitting over there?” I tried to keep my voice light so I wouldn’t give away how hard I craved for his warmth around me.
His eyes were intense and I could finally see the raw desire in their dark depths. “Leilani. I’m trying not to fuck you right now.” My pulse tripped at his ovaries-melting voice and his naughty words. “Everything you do lures me to come hit your pussy. That fucking shirt dipping between your soft breasts. The way it dips between your thighs. The fucking way you’re sliding that fork in and out of your mouth. The fucking way you chew and swallow.”
My breath was lost in my lungs as his sexual words reached me, my face heating.
He casually tossed the uneaten apple onto the island, losing interest in it. “Flashbacks of fucking you right on this island. And against that sink, is so fucking clear in my mind. If I stay near you, you’ll end up swallowing from my cock and not a juice glass.”
My voice had fled. Senses scrambled hopelessly as my face heated up like a raging volcano of blushes. Oh my God. How could he be so… sexy without even trying? Now I can’t even put food in my mouth without thinking about what he just said.
“Um…” I cleared my clogged throat softly, looking back at my food, not sure how to respond to that. I just took another big sip of my juice, glancing back at him through my lashes to see him staring at me, unbothered like he did not just utter the dirtiest words in the dictionary just now.
I noticed that he wasn’t even eating. Hell, there wasn’t even a plate of food in front of him. There was no way he made all of this just for me, right?
“You’re not eating.” I pointed out, stifling a sudden yawn. “Not hungry?”
“What I’m hungry for isn’t food, Leilani.” He responded. My already burning cheeks blazed, even more, when he said that. What? He still wanted more sex? Is he some kind of sexual freak? But I was already so bone-tired right now…and sleepy. And my pussy couldn’t possibly take anymore cock tonight, it felt so sore.
He gave a dark chuckle, easily seeing through me. “Relax. I’m not fucking you again tonight.”
I managed a short laugh and shoved more of the spicy fish into my mouth. It was so large, I hadn’t even eaten a big part of it yet, and I already felt so full. I rolled some more spaghetti and pushed it in, sucking in the stray strands between my lips. My eyes drooped for a moment and I blinked myself back to full focus.
Gosh, I was feeling really sleepy, relaxed, and tired now that I had something warm and delicious in my stomach.
After I hurriedly swallowed, I grabbed the juice again and took in a big gulp. And swallowed. I had placed the glass back when my limbs started to slowly go limp like my body was falling asleep on itself. I looked at Adonis and he was already getting up from his seat.
I weakly leaned back into my seat, too weak to keep sitting upright and my eyelids grew heavy as my thoughts turned groggy, sleep drawing me closer rapidly like a siren. I vaguely felt a warm hand behind my head and a familiar scent, before warm, soft lips touched mine.
And my eyes fell closed.