Darn Stupid Brother You Are by Mairee

Chapter 40

(Angel's POV)

The moment I said it, his pace quickened and it felt like everything inside me shattered. My body tightened around him, and the pleasure built impossibly fast, overwhelming me with every thrust. I couldn't think or breathe as he pushed me higher and harder. My legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper, and I felt the tension coil inside me, ready to snap.

When it finally happened, I was lost. My orgasm crashed through me like a wave and my back arched off the bed. My breath caught in my throat as the pleasure took over. I cried out and Hendrix's name fell from my lips as my body clenched around him and pulled him deeper. But he didn't stop. He kept moving and his hips stayed going, riding me through the waves of pleasure until I was trembling under him and completely undone.

But he wasn't finished. His pace slowed for just a moment, long enough for me to catch my breath, before he started moving again. His hands gripped my hips and pulled me close as he pounded into me, harder this time and more desperate. "You're not done yet," he breathed, his voice rough and low. "I'm not done with you." And he was right. Even though my body felt like it had been pushed to its limit, the way he was fucking me and the way his cock filled me so perfectly, I felt the pleasure building again and another wave was ready to crash down.

for air and my body trembled under him. We were tangled together, slick with sweat, and our breaths came in ragged gasps as we moved in perfect sync. I'd lost count of how many times I'd come, how many times he made me fall apart

and my breath caught in my throat as I listened with my heart pounding

to stop. Someone's coming." He just grinned and his hips kept moving against mine, slow and steady. "Let them," he murmured with

"Hendrix, please," I gasped, but I didn't know if I was begging him to stop or keep going. His eyes locked onto mine and there was something fierce, something possessive in the way he looked at me as if he was daring me to end it, knowing I

with one last hard thrust, I spiraled over the edge again and pleasure crashed through me so violently that I forgot

as I did." His words sent another shiver down my spine, and the truth of them sank in

mingled in the silence that filled the room. His fingers brushed against my cheek and his touch was surprisingly tender for everything that had just happened between us. Our eyes met and the intensity in his gaze made my heart skip. There was no hiding now. No pretending. Everything we'd been dancing around for days, maybe even years, had just exploded into something neither of us could take back. And when he leaned down and captured my lips in another kiss, it was softer this time and slower but no less passionate. I tasted the salt of our sweat and the rawness of everything we'd just

reality crept back in, thick and heavy, and it settled in my chest. I shouldn't have done this. We shouldn't have done this. Guilt flooded through me and mixed with the warmth that still pulsed through me. My stepbrother. I just slept with my stepbrother. And yet, the memory of his touch and the way he felt inside me kept pushing that guilt aside and replaced it with a dark sense of satisfaction. I was drowning in this mess of emotions when suddenly, the voices outside the room grew

now, too close. I pushed him back and my heart raced as the fear of being caught hit me hard. "Hendrix, I" I stammered and sat up, scrambling for my clothes. The urgency in the air felt suffocating, and