Darn Stupid Brother You Are by Mairee

Chapter 39

(Angel's POV)

Hendrix pulled his hand away, and I almost whimpered at the loss of his touch, but before I could protest, he was already moving lower, trailing kisses down my body. His lips felt hot against my skin and pressed into every curve and dip. When he reached my breasts, he paused, and his hands cupped them as his mouth latched onto one of my nipples. The sensation was immediate and sharp, like lightning shooting straight to my core. His tongue swirled over the sensitive peak, sucking gently then harder, and waves of pleasure rolled through me. My back arched and pressed into him, and my hands tangled in his hair, needing more. Always more.

He switched to the other breast and gave it the same attention. His teeth grazed just enough to send an ache through me that felt too good. I couldn't help the soft moans that escaped my lips or the way my body reacted to every touch, every flick of his tongue. He teased me, taking his time and savoring every reaction. His hand slid down between my thighs again and spread me open as he kissed his way lower. His mouth left a trail of heat as he moved, and my legs trembled with anticipation, a tight coil forming in my stomach as he moved further down. His breath was warm against my skin.

When his mouth finally reached me, I gasped. The intensity was almost too much. He didn't hold back. His tongue was relentless, swirling and flicking against me, and my whole body shook. His lips wrapped around my clit and sucked hard enough to make my hips jerk against his face. I felt the tension building inside me, growing tighter and hotter, like I was going to fall apart any second. "Fuck, Hendrix," I moaned and my voice broke as my fingers gripped the sheets. I tried to hold onto something, anything, as the pleasure built. But there was no escape. He was everywhere, consuming me and pushing me higher and higher.

He hummed against me, and the vibration sent shockwaves through my body, and I couldn't hold back anymore. My thighs tightened around his head and my breath came in ragged gasps as I tipped over the edge. The orgasm ripped through me, and I cried out as my whole body trembled. The pleasure crashed over me in waves. Hendrix didn't stop. His mouth kept working me and drew out every last drop of ecstasy until I was shaking and panting under him. Only when I was completely spent did he pull back, and his lips glistened. His eyes were dark with satisfaction as he looked up at me. "You taste like heaven," he growled, and his voice was low and thick with lust.

and insistent as they worked me up again. He slid his hands up and down my trembling thighs. I was still reeling from the orgasm, my body limp, but his words cut through the haze like a blade. "You're not done yet, Angel," he growled softly. His breath was hot against my inner thigh. "I can feel how much you need this. How much you need me." The way he said it sent a shiver down my spine, and I couldn't deny it. My body was already reacting and heat pooled low in

to look away and keep my mind from spiraling, but it was impossible. My eyes dropped lower, to where his pants were already undone and sliding down his hips. He was baring himself to me, and his skin was still flushed from the heat of everything we had done. But when I finally saw him—all of him-my breath caught. His cock hung heavy between his legs and the skin looked duller than it should have been, like it was drained, not quite alive yet. The treatment.

cock hardening in his hand. "But you want it, don't you?" He smirked and the head of his cock swelled, pulsing with life, standing thick and ready between us. "Look at you. You can't even pretend anymore." He leaned in closer and

wetness, teasing but not entering. My mind raced, torn between the urge to push him away and the desperate need for him to fill me. The thought was overwhelming I'm about to fuck my stepbrother. I couldn't believe it was happening, even as it was unfolding right in front of me. And he knew it. "You thinking about it?" he murmured, his voice soft but mocking. "How this is going to feel? I bet

anything, but the words stuck in my throat. His cock slid against me again, slick with my arousal, and my hips bucked against him without control. "That's it," he said, his voice dark and filled with promise. "Beg for it."

inside me screamed to

in slowly and deliberately, making sure I felt every inch. The stretch was intense and almost too much, but the pleasure that came with it made my mind go blank. I gasped and gripped his arms as he sank deeper, his body finally meeting mine. For a moment, neither of us moved. The weight of what we

"Don't look so shocked," he whispered, and his voice was full of wicked amusement. "You knew this was coming." He pulled back and his hips drew out slowly, teasing me

inch of me. Each thrust was deep, and it sent shockwaves through my body that made me grip the sheets under me until my knuckles turned white. My mind was spinning, but my body knew exactly what it wanted. I felt every inch of him as he filled me and stretched me in ways I had never felt before. He leaned down and his lips grazed my neck, and his teeth nipped at my skin as he set a steady rhythm. "Fuck, Angel," he growled against my ear and his voice was strained with the effort