Snake (a Stepbrother Romance)(34)

“Can’t wait any more… purr for me, Mila,” Devan said through gritted teeth as our eyes met, his hands on my bottom, clutching me closer. His nails dug into my skin as he pistoned inside me.

“Fuck,” he grunted, and I felt such an intense burst of pleasure inside my body, I really thought I would come apart at the seams. Bliss claimed my veins, running through my bloodstream like I’d just taken a hit off something. I heard myself moaning, not keeping anything back, and felt my back arching under Devan’s thrusting body. I came like I never had before – strong, hard, wild.

Devan came inside me, his cum trickling down my leg as he kept fucking me, giving me more of what I wanted, prolonging the intense pulsations as my inner walls clenched around his cock. I never wanted him to stop, because I knew as soon as the moment was over, I’d have to face what we had done.

Instead, I gripped him, pulling him closer, my ankles pushing hard against his butt, shoving him deeper inside. I let the last remains of my orgasm flood my body as I kissed him nice and slow.

He tasted so fucking good, but I knew this was the last time I’d get to experience that.

I closed my eyes to make the moment last as long as possible.





18





Devan





That was the best night of my life.

As I awoke, her naked, warm body by my side, that was the first thought to enter my blissful mind. Mila was in my arms, nestled safely into me as if she belonged there, but as the thought got bigger, fully forming in my dreamy head, it disturbed an underlying sense of dread as the guilt began to eat away at me.

Looking down at my stepsister, peaceful and beautiful, I tried hard to convince myself we’d made a mistake. But try as I might, I couldn’t quite believe that this right here wasn’t what life was all about. To have someone you truly loved and cared for with you upon each waking morning.

Because what had happened the previous night was perfect, and in that moment it only solidified what I’d been trying to deny all these weeks, months, and god, even years! I finally knew what I wanted and why should I have to apologise for that?

No more lies, no more closing my eyes from the truth. Mila was it for me, and I decided on the spot I’d fight for her – fight for us. Our relationship would be unorthodox, but if we had each other, that would be all that mattered. We would get by somehow.

I stroked her cheek, my finger caressing her smooth, delicate skin as she smiled in her dreams. It made me so content, seeing her finally relaxed. I guessed we’d both been under a lot of stress lately and day by day I’d seen the light, her joy, get a little bit duller from all the pressure Monique and I had put upon her. But all that was over now. We’d be free… and god, did it feel good.

An approaching car rumbled onto the driveway, making my ears prick up. My stomach tightened into a knot and I knew trouble was on the way. So much for a lazy morning, I thought.

I recognised the sound of my wife’s car, the rattling of the old engine, as it heaved itself onto the driveway. I imagined her getting out, slamming her door as she always did and trotting into the house, ready to give me more grief. But here I was, only a storey above her, in bed with another woman.

Gently, I stroked Mila’s arm to rouse her up. After a tiny, cute snuffling snort that made me smile, her eyes fluttered open and her pupils dilated as she focused her gaze upon me.

“Good morning,” I whispered with an indulgent smile, enjoying myself as I watched her beautiful face transform and come to life as she realised I was in her bed.

I saw the emotions changing in her brown eyes, ranging from fear to lust and everything in between.

“Morning,” she replied groggily, clearing her throat to relieve the tension. “What time is it?”

Her hand was resting upon the lower portion of my abs. Her cheeks bloomed with a tint of pink as she noticed where it lay. Then she stretched, pulling it away, her fingers accidentally grazing upon my skin. The internal shudders that went through me were electrifying, sparking an instant explosion as it zipped up my hardening cock.

But no matter how much I wanted to stay hidden in this tiny apartment and make sweet love to her all day, I still had an obligation to inform Monique of my decision. I wanted a divorce.

“It’s late… Er, Mila - could you get dressed now?” I asked awkwardly as she pulled away from me, the cold air instantly filling the gap where she’d laid only moments ago. The absence of her warm naked body made me want to reach out and pull her back to me.

Mila gave me a cold look, and I could see the hurt registering in her gaze, her chocolaty eyes freezing over as she let my clumsy words sink in. Inwardly, I cursed my stupidity, knowing I’d just made it seem like what we’d done was a goddamn mistake. In reality, it was all I’d ever wanted, and I knew I’d need Mila in my arms again soon – if not right that fucking minute.