Snake (a Stepbrother Romance)(33)

He kissed me hard, never letting go of my hips, pulling me closer. Dev ground his body against mine with a furious desire, and I already felt his hardness against my belly. I longed to have him inside me, and the thought was frightening.

“Devan, we shouldn’t be doing this right now,” I whispered, but I moaned at the same time as his lips moved to my neck.

“You’re right,” he groaned, the sound coming from deep in his throat. “We should have done this a lot sooner.”

As soon as those words were out of his mouth, I melted in his embrace, knowing I was a goner. Knowing I should have run for the hills as soon as he came back home with that yearning look in his face.

But I’d already decided at that point that I would leave. I just had to pack my things and I’d be gone, so I told myself it was okay… Just once. Just once I could give into the temptation, the hold he had over me. One last way to say goodbye, because after that night, I resolved never to see Dev again. I couldn’t risk falling for my stepbrother any more than I already had…

“Okay,” I breathed into his ear.

He sought my lips again and consumed me with his kiss. He groaned, and without letting me catch a breath, lifted me up against his hard body. My legs wrapped naturally around his hips, our lips never parting from one another’s. My stepbrother carried me all the way up to my apartment, taking each step in his powerful stride until finally we were at the top, back where we’d left off all those nights before.

We stumbled into the bedroom, our breathing hot and heavy as he gently placed me on the bed. He ripped his shirt open, buttons flying all over the place. I gaped at him.

He was gorgeous – all strong, lean muscle. His abdomen was ripped, his chest tight and capable. The snake’s head of his tattoo that was etched into his pec looked at me curiously as Devan approached me, leaning over me, like a predator ready to take a bite.

I was shaking, barely able to wait for his touch against my aching skin. Dev peeled my clothes off slowly but with increasing urgency until I was naked in front of him, every inch of my body exposed to his watchful eyes.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted you,” he groaned as he shook his head while admiring my curves. The growing stiffness in his jeans let me know it was true. “Every goddamn time I saw you…” he trailed off.

With trembling fingers, I reached for the top button of his jeans, greedily tugging them off along with his boxers. His cock sprang free as I did so, thick and glorious, pulsating with the need to be inside me.

“Fuck, Dev,” I whispered, desperate to feel his length in me. “I need you… before I change my mind.”

“I’m going to make you fucking purr,” he said as he climbed on top of me on the bed, the springs giving under his weight.

The world stopped spinning as his lips found my nipple, rolling his wet tongue around the tightening bundle of nerves. He licked and bit me gently until my moans became uncontrollable pants.

My hand sneaked between my legs, strumming my clit to the rhythm of my heart, but in the end, I couldn’t wait any longer.

“You look so hot, touching yourself,” he whispered into my ear. “Let me taste you, put your fingers in my mouth.”

I brought by fingers to his lips, letting him smell my arousal. He swirled his tongue up my digit and gently started sucking on it.

“Please, Devan, I need you now,” I begged him and reached for his cock, feeling the hard smoothness in my hand.

He grunted and laid his hand over mine as he helped me position his cock at the seam of my pussy. I let go and held tightly onto his bulging upper arms, waiting for him to breach my entrance.

Dev brushed his bulbous head up and down my folds, covering himself with my slickness. Then with a steady thrust he entered me, and I cried out in pleasure, my inner walls constricting and stretching as he filled me.

“Oh, god. Mila…”

Devan fucked me hard and strong, pushing deeper inside me with each vigorous thrust of his strong hips. In moments, I was gasping, begging him for more as he kissed me again, his hands seizing my hips, holding me in place.

His mouth was hot, his touch demanding. His thrusts became rougher, more adamant with each stroke. This wasn’t making love. This was pure lust, two people fulfilling their primal needs. I spread myself wider, opening myself up more, enjoying the fierceness of the act, letting myself go as my whole body shook with his pounding. Feeling the pressure, the turbulent spiral that was coiling inside me, ready to come undone.

I was teetering on the precipice of pleasure as I felt him thicken inside me. He was on the verge of exploding, too, but I desperately wanted the moment to last, needed him for another moment of pure pleasure.