Hailey
As his lips met mine, my body froze, and all the rage I had felt moments ago dissolved in an instant. His lips were impossibly soft, contrasting sharply with the rough texture of his skin. Yet his touch carried a hunger-a raw, unrelenting need I couldn’t fully name but felt to my core. For a brief moment, I stood immobilized, but then my body surrendered, responding to his kiss.
His hands gripped my waist, pulling me closer as he deepened the kiss, his mouth consuming mine. My legs instinctively wrapped around his hips as he tugged me tighter against him, his lips demanding and unyielding. His tongue parted my lips, exploring every corner of my mouth with an intensity that sent shivers cascading down my spine.
One hand slid to cup my breast, his palm kneading it through the fabric, and I gasped against his lips. Damien took that as an invitation, his mouth leaving mine to trail down my neck. He kissed and bit at my skin, igniting sensations that surged through every inch of me. My fingers tangled in his hair.
“I thought I could wait,” he whispered, his voice gravelly against my lips as he took hold of my jaw, tilting my face toward his. With a swift motion, he pulled me down onto his lap as he sank into the chair, “But I can’t fucking hold back anymore. Until I get a taste of you, nothing’s going to feel right.” His nose brushed against my neck as he inhaled deeply, as though my scent was the air he needed to breathe.
I felt the unmistakable hardness beneath me, pressed against the heat pooling between my thighs. He was turned on-so was I. The difference was, he seemed to have some semblance of control, while I was drowning in him, utterly lost.
“Nothing has felt right,” he murmured, his eyes locking onto mine with a fiery intensity. His thumb brushed over my swollen lips, tracing them before his hand slid around my throat, his grip firm but not constricting. “You’ve fucked me up, Hailey. Completely. And it’s not going to end nicely for you either,” his voice dropped lower, dark and filled with promise. “The more you ruin my peace, the more I’ll ruin you.”
That should have terrified me. It should have sent me running. But instead, it ignited something deeper-a need that burned hot and unrelenting.
Desire surged through me, leaving me aching, wet, wanting.
“You know what?” His voice was a silken growl as his fingers trailed down my spine through the thin fabric of my shirt.
“I don’t believe in God, Hailey,” he murmured, as his firm hands settled on my hips and lifted me from his lap, placing me onto his desk, “But… if I did, I would have thanked him for making you.”
A soft gasp escaped my lips as his hands slid under my college skirt, his fingers brushing on my pussy over my panties.
“Damien, you are my brother…” I managed to whisper amid overwhelming desires. This felt so wrong. But I wanted this, didn’t I?
He emitted a husky chuckle, leaning closer to my ear, his lips brushing against my earlobe.
“Correction-Stepbrother.”
“But-”
Before I could utter a word, his hand swiftly slipped down inside my panties, his fingers landing on my bare, wet heat and just when a moan could escape my lips, his mouth forcefully met mine swallowing the scream of pain as well pleasure when two of his fingers thrust into my pussy just like I’d felt them in my dreams.
Holy shit….
My pussy clenched around his fingers the moment they slid inside me, a broken moan escaping my lips as his thumb found my clit, tracing slow, deliberate circles. The pleasure was electrifying, each touch heightening the ache coursing through me.
When Damien broke the kiss, the sound of my moan reverberated through the room, raw and uninhibited. I gasped for air, my chest rising and falling, as his lips traveled downward, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
“Damien…” I whispered, my voice trembling, barely audible.
“Fuck, Hailey,” he growled, his voice thick with need as he pushed me back onto the desk. “You’re making it impossible for me to hold back.”
In one swift motion, he hiked up my skirt and slid my panties down, exposing me completely to his heated gaze. My first instinct was to close my thighs, to shield myself, but his hand was there, firm and unyielding, parting them effortlessly.
“Don’t even think about hiding from me,” he said, his voice low and commanding, each word sent chills skittering down my spine. His gaze burned into me as he added, “Spread those legs, Bunny.”
Heat flushed my face, the intensity of his words making my heart thunder in my chest. His towering frame loomed over me, a dangerous mix of beauty and intimidation. Lying there beneath him, exposed, legs spread and vulnerable, felt as perilous as it was thrilling.
“What did I say, Bunny?” he repeated, his tone sharper now. I swallowed hard, my breath hitching, and slowly parted my legs, surrendering to him. A wicked, victorious smile tugged at his lips as his hand traced a deliberate path from my thigh to my inner thigh, leaving my skin ablaze.
With his other hand, he cupped my jaw, tilting my face up to meet his. His lips brushed over mine, teasing, testing. My mouth parted instinctively, a silent plea for him to kiss me. Mercifully, he obliged, pressing his soft lips to mine. He kissed me deeply, capturing my bottom lip and sucking it into his mouth before biting down just enough to make me gasp.
The sound seemed to please him, and he rewarded me with the lightest brush of his fingers against my core. The teasing touch made my body arch toward him, seeking more, and he chuckled darkly.
Breaking the kiss, Damien’s hands gripped my thighs, spreading them even wider as he lowered himself. His eyes stayed locked on mine, the heat in them enough to make my entire body tremble. Then, without breaking eye contact, his tongue darted out, sliding from my slit to my clit in one deliberate, languid motion.
A sharp jolt tore through me, my body bucking against the desk at the sudden, overwhelming contact. My hands fisted the collar of my shirt as my hips shook uncontrollably.
“Too sensitive, Bunny,” Damien murmured, a breathtaking smirk tugging at his lips before they descended fully onto me, pressing a searing kiss against my wet heat.
“Oh, Damien…” I moaned, unabashed and loud, uncaring if anyone could hear us.
His tongue swirled over my clit, alternating between teasing licks, sucks, and nips that sent shockwaves through my body. Each flick of his tongue was torturous and precise, driving me closer to the edge with maddening consistency. My breaths came in short gasps, my body trembling as the relentless sensations made my pussy throb with need.
“God…” I whimpered, clutching his hair, desperate for something to hold onto as his tongue plunged into my pussy, exploring and claiming every inch. His movements were deliberate, coaxing and tormenting until I felt like I’d combust if denied release for even a second longer.
“You taste so sweet, Hailey,” Damien murmured against my heat, the vibration of his voice making me shudder. He inhaled deeply, savoring the moment before kissing my clit once more, “I could do this forever.”
“Damien…” I pleaded, my voice trembling, “Please.”
“Such a needy little thing you are, Bunny,” he teased, his tone dark and full of satisfaction. Without warning, he dove back in, devouring me as though I were his last meal.
My eyes squeezed shut, tears slipping free as waves of pleasure coursed through me. My body shook beneath him, helpless against the sensations that consumed me. The knot deep in my belly tightened, each stroke of his tongue and touch of his fingers drawing me closer to the edge.
“Are you about to come, Bunny?” he rasped, his lips curving into a smirk against me. His tongue plunged deep once more, and my back arched, hips jerking off the desk. He held me firmly in place with a hand on my stomach, grounding me as he pushed me over the edge.
“Damien!” I screamed his name as the orgasm tore through me, ripping apart every coherent thought. My hips bucked, my body trembled, and my heart pounded fiercely against my chest.
But Damien didn’t stop. While I was still quaking from the aftershocks, he continued, his mouth and fingers working with renewed hunger.
“Damien… no,” I sobbed, overwhelmed, my body caught between pleasure and overstimulation.
“You don’t want me to stop, Bunny,” he growled, his voice gravelly and full of intent. “Trust me.”
A broken cry escaped my lips as he thrust his fingers into me, slow at first, then building a deliberate, intoxicating rhythm. His tongue teased mercilessly, igniting another storm within me.
I begged and pleaded-sometimes for him to stop, sometimes for him to continue. It was as though he could read every need in my body, ignoring my words to give me exactly what I craved. The second release came fast and hard, crashing over me like a tidal wave.
“Damien!” I cried, his name falling from my lips like a mantra as I unraveled beneath him. My body spasmed, and I fell apart completely, his tongue drawing every last ounce of pleasure from me.
As the tremors faded, I collapsed onto the desk, my hands still tangled in his hair. He licked me clean, every slow caress sending aftershocks through my body, until he finally pulled himself up and claimed my lips in a searing kiss.
I kissed him back fervently, unbothered by the taste of myself on his lips. He eased me upright, his hand wrapping firmly around my waist as our chests pressed together. The kiss was deep and consuming, leaving me breathless when we finally pulled apart.
Brushing my hair behind my ear, Damien’s gaze locked on mine, his lips curling into a wicked smile. “Well, what would those girls say now? That Damien fucked his stepsister with his tongue?”
Heat rushed to my cheeks, staining them a vivid red.
He chuckled, placing a soft kiss on my lips. “If they ask, just tell them the truth. No need to be afraid. Now go,” he added, his tone shifting to something gentler. “Your class starts soon.”
I nodded, my lips dry as I licked them nervously, and stumbled off the desk.