Stepbrother's Debt(33)

Biting down on the flesh of her neck, Donnie took his time, sucking, biting, and giving her pleasure.

He stared at their reflections in the window. Her eyes were closed, and she was biting into her lip, moaning with each touch of his lips.

“Donnie,” she said.

Without saying a word, he released her long enough to start walking back toward the large bedroom. He kept his gaze on hers. Paige’s nerves were clear to see. He wasn’t a monster, and he wanted this moment to be memorable for her.

“Remember, I’m not going to hurt you.”

“I’ve never been with a guy before. You’re the first person I’ve ever kissed.”

“I’ll be the only man you ever kiss.”

“Will that go both ways?” she asked.

He looked at her, frowning.

“Will you be with other women?”

“No, I won’t. I promise you, Paige, I will stay faithful to you. You give me what I want in here, and I’ll never go looking elsewhere.”

Her brows rose at his words. “What about me? What about my needs?”

“Baby, I’ll always keep them satisfied. You’re never going to have to worry about them.” Cupping her cheeks, he claimed her lips. Sliding his tongue along her bottom lip, he plunged inside, tasting her. She tasted of the cake, champagne, and if nerves had a taste, he was sure Paige tasted like it. Her taste was damn addictive. “Kiss me back, baby.”

She stood with her arms by her sides, completely unsure of herself. He didn’t want her unsure. He wanted her to need him.

“Don’t hold back, Paige. Touch me, kiss me.”

“I don’t know how.”

“I’ll teach you. Just put your hands on me, and kiss me back.” He groaned, pulling her against him. Donnie stopped cupping her cheeks, to glide his hands down to cup her full ass. The dress molded against her to the waist then flared out, but he found her ass, gripping the cheeks, he brought her flush against him.

Her hands landed on his waist, and for now he was happy with that. Taking her lips, he sucked her bottom lip into his mouth, biting on it a little as she moaned. Her tongue met his, and he taught her how to kiss him properly. When he could stand it no longer, he broke away from the kiss.

Paige’s lips were red and swollen.

Turning her around, he started working on buttons. Across from the bed was a mirror, and he stared into her eyes as he slowly began to release the fine buttons of her dress. He didn’t break eye contact with her. Even with her cheeks flushed, she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.

She placed her hands over her body while he released the last button from its clasp. Moving in behind her back, he took hold of her wrists in each of his hands, and slowly pulled them away from her body. The dress fell to the floor, leaving her standing before him in a lace bra with a matching set of briefs.

“Remove the shoes,” he said.

Paige kicked out of the shoes, losing a couple of inches as she did. She turned her head to look at him. He’d never seen a more tempting sight.

“Look at yourself in the mirror.”

She licked her lips, which only made him want to bite her lip a little harder. Running his hand up her stomach, he found the clasp of her bra while still staring into her eyes. He released the clasp, and for the first time, Donnie started at the glory of her tits that he’d been fantasizing about for the last two years of knowing her.

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Was this really happening? Paige didn’t want to break the moment in case she woke up in a cold sweat and this had all been a dream, a vicious, cruel dream.

When his warm hand touched her breast, she knew it wasn’t a dream. This was finally happening. Donnie was going to fuck her, claim her as his wife, and she’d be his completely.

His thumb slid over the peak of her nipple, back and forth.

She crossed her legs trying to ease some of the warmth spreading between her lips. The beautician who came to see her had waxed part of her pussy down there, cleaning it all up for her wedding night. It had been painful, but then Donnie’s promise had made her deal with the pain.

The hand resting on her stomach worked down between her thighs, inside the lace panties she wore. His finger slid through her slit, touching her clit. She gasped, closing her eyes, and resting her head against his shoulder.

“Baby, you are fucking soaking wet.” He bit on her shoulder, and she couldn’t help but stare at their reflections in the mirror.

Donnie was so much bigger than she was. Even though she didn’t have the perfect body, he didn’t seem to mind. She stood before him in a pair of panties, nothing else.

He still wore the suit he’d worn to the wedding. He pinched her clit, causing her to close her eyes once again at the sudden shock of pain.