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.

other, but it felt like hours. Hendrix took me again and again, each time driving me to the edge and making me come until I was gasping 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,

what we were doing hit me with full force. I froze and my breath caught in my throat

footsteps outside the door pulled me back to reality. "Hendrix," I whispered, panic clear in my voice. "We have to stop. Someone's coming." He just grinned and his hips kept moving against mine, slow and steady. "Let them," he murmured with a dark and teasing voice. "They won't come in." But I couldn't

of him. "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

with one last hard thrust, I spiraled over the edge again and pleasure

breath was hot against my ear, and his voice came out in a low whisper. "You wanted this, Angel. You needed this as much as I did." His words sent another shiver down my spine, and the truth of them sank in deeper than I wanted to admit. His lips trailed down the side of my neck and he pressed soft kisses into the curve of my shoulder as he slowly and painfully pulled out of me. I whimpered at the loss because my body still ached for him even though we'd already taken so

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 shared, and it made me feel both

we pulled apart, 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

"Hendrix, I" I stammered and sat up, scrambling for my clothes. The urgency in the air felt suffocating, and for a moment, I couldn't even think straight. The guilt clawed at me now, sharper than before. I