I closed my eyes, cursing my body. I wanted him. Down to my very bone marrow, I wanted this man. Just the sound of his voice got me wet but having him this close made me want to explode with pleasure. Feeling the heat from his body did wild things to me. I wanted to say that for a split second I went insane, but that would be laughable. I was just a horny woman trying to get a fix.
But … I couldn’t do this, could I? What if he looked further into it than what it really is? Hell, what if I looked further into it?
I don’t want to be hurt again. I don’t want to drown in a sea of hurt, pain, and deception. Still, no matter if I didn’t want that, my body still called to press against his. It still called to become one with the first and only man I’ve ever loved.
What the hell am I going to do?
“We … Brad,” I groaned, shutting my eyes. “You’re making this very hard for me.”
“It doesn’t have to be,” he seduced, his voice dropping an octave. “All you have to do is feel.”
Knowing I’ll hate myself later, I dropped the dress, allowing it to pool around my feet. Within seconds, the force of him barreling into me, pushed me back against the wall as his lips sealed over mine. His erection evident as he pressed his hips against my lace covered mound, I groaned into his mouth. He nipped at my bottom lip, dragging it between his teeth, pulling a whimper from me. His arms came around me, pulling me closer to him as he sat down in the only chair in the room. He broke the kiss as he sat down, patting his lap.
I stood looking down at him, while he began kissing and licking at my stomach. I closed my eyes, as my head fell back. The wonderful feel of his lips against my overheated skin was almost too much to process. I gasped in surprise when I felt his mouth cover my drenched mound. Licking my lips, I opened my eyes and looked down at him. I whimpered, my breathing becoming huskier at the sight and feel of him against my flesh.
Taking my clit between his lips, I almost fainted from the sheer bliss coursing through my veins. He lifted back all too soon, pulling me down to straddle his lap. He gazed into my eyes, his breathing just as rough as mine. I brazenly rubbed the tent in his pants. He inhaled a shaky breath, his eyes going to half-mast.
“Claire. You’re killing me here.” His whole body shivered between my legs. He grabbed ahold of my hips, forcefully pulling me against his long, thick cock.
“You slayed me,” I breathed against his lips.
My words made him snap. He fused his mouth to mine, kissing and nibbling. His sudden forceful kiss surprised me, my lips opened and he attacked. Sweeping his tongue in, he began fucking my mouth with it. Trying to get deeper with every duel of our tongues. It was beyond hot when his restraint broke like this. My nipples hardened into unbearable peaks. I started grinding against him, little whimpers and moans escaping between our lips.
His zipper was loud throughout the small room. But there was no way that I was going to be able to stop. If it could be possible, I wanted him more than my next breath. Hesitantly breaking our kiss, he sheathed himself. The condom seemingly coming from nowhere. Before I could get another word—let alone a whimper—out, he pulled my thong to the side and thrust in to the hilt. My mouth opened in a silent cry, as a growl came from him.
“You're mine, Claire. I don’t give a shit what you say, you’ve always been mine.”
My body heated up against his; I began trembling. With every pump of his cock into me, I was lost a little more. Grabbing his shoulders for stability, he began pumping into me faster. His hands tightly gripped my hips. The only sounds in the small room were our cries of passion, and the steady slapping of our skin as he thrust his hard cock into my tight pussy.
“Brad. I’m not going to last,” I cried out.
“Love, you’re going to have to be quiet or everyone is going to hear. Bite me if you have to. Just be quiet.”
Doing as he said, I put my face into his neck. His hands slid around to my ass, jerking me toward him harder with each thrust. Two more strokes, and I felt my orgasm coming over me. My pussy clenched and unclenched around his thick length.
The pleasure was too much to deal without screaming, so I bit the cords of his neck, he growled and thrust harder. His fingers dug into my backside, which I knew were going to leave bruises. But I couldn’t bring myself to care, he just felt so damn good inside me. I felt him swell inside me, forcing me into another smaller climax. He threw his head back as his release overtook him, eyes closed and mouth open in pure ecstasy.
Lying against him, I let him wrap his arms around me. The shakes overtaking my body from the euphoric high leaves my body. The smell of sex permeated through the air. I listened to the jackhammering sound of his heart, trying to steady my own breathing. His dick began softening inside me minutes later. I reluctantly got off him, grabbing my dress to slip back into it. I was zipping the back up when he came up behind me, meeting my eyes in the mirror, he kissed my shoulder then took over the zipping.
I was about to give in to the pull of his lips, to surrender my body to him. But just as I was about to, a timid knock came from the door, a woman’s voice following. “Brad, is your sister okay?”
That’s when it all hit me. I just had the most explosive sex ever, with my soon-to-be stepbrother, a guy I’m supposed to loathe … in the motherfucking dress shop. How could I let this happen? It wasn’t supposed to get this far with Brad. I instantly felt guilty for what we just did. It was something that couldn’t happen again. I couldn’t allow it to happen. It would never lead to anything. Never. So why was I putting myself through this? I would just have to deal with the hurt later, something I was not looking forward to.