Obsessed with my husband's stepbrother

Fuck me, Adonis

He lifted the glass to his mouth and started to drink, thick throat rippling deliciously. My breath grew uneven and I felt my teeth dig into my bottom lip. My nipples were pushing against the fabric of my large shirt, making themselves visible for Adonis’ view.

The proof of my arousal moisturized my panties, making me rub my thighs together.

He placed the glass down, rubbing a tongue softly over his glistening bottom lip and I felt my pulse quicken in response.

“You going swimming today?” He asked, moving his sensual gaze straight to meet my eyes. His excruciatingly handsome face remained frustratingly and sexily unreadable, framed by the tiny silver studs in his ears. If he noticed my hardened nipples through the shirt and me softly biting my lip, then he was doing a good job of hiding it.

Or he was seducing me on purpose?

He was not really doing anything that was unlike Adonis. That deep voice always sounded like the hot, dirty sex. And the way he looks at me. God, the way he was looking at me now made my clit throb in anticipation.

“You want to see me in a bikini?” I shocked myself by asking, but I was too turned on by him at this point to care.

He was just a few steps away, but I could feel the sudden intensity burning in his eyes at my question. He bit his lip for a second, eyes heating.

“Yeah. I want to see you in a bikini, Leilani.”

My breath quickened, hot and powerful sexual sensations raking through my body at the sound of his fucking voice saying those words to me. I placed my glass on the island before I dropped it, giving him a good view of my side boob and I heard him curse.

I can’t believe he wants me.

It felt like one of my sexual dreams of him fucking me.

But he was right here in real life. Broad, masculine, and fucking horny.

“Why do you want to see me in half-naked, Adonis?” I met his heated gaze again, my voice breathy.

He moved a few steps closer, gazing down at me with so much intensity, I felt my knees weaken. His warmth seeped through my shirt to bathe my naked skin and my lips parted.

His eyes were molten desire as he answered my question. “I fucking want you, Leilani.”

My heart lurched.

I licked my lip in raw need.

His large hands grabbed my waist as his hot, naughty mouth smashed over mine and sizzling sensations shot through my body, tearing a raw, needy, and lust-filled moan from my throat. He took my moan in his mouth, smashing my body into his hard, hot chest as his hands grabbed my ass through the shirt.

He kissed me fiercely, with so much desire and need that he had kept bottled up ever since we met. I raked my hands up his naked chest, moving my lips desperately against his. Massaging dirtily. Lips sliding lustily.

He grabbed my hair and tilted my head back to have more access to plunder my mouth, easily dominating the kiss. Dominating my body. I moaned again, feeling his fingers dig into my butt crack through the shirt. He kissed me, thoroughly. Fucking my mouth with his tongue in that orgasmic way that made my hands grab and grope him, desperate with desire and hunger.

My breasts pressed and rubbed against his chest as he assaulted my mouth, my hands digging up to fist his dark hair. His large body overwhelmed me and my pussy cried for attention.

I heard him curse and next, he cupped my ass cheeks under the shirt and lifted me effortlessly onto the kitchen island. I was out of breath, but my hands were pulling him in between my spread legs, nearly mad with lust. He grabbed the shirt and pulled me back into his arms to vandalize my mouth, the fabric of the shirt straining against my skin and one of my breasts exposed where he pulled the shirt.

His massive bulge rubbed against my weeping vagina, the fabric of the sweats sliding against the thin fabric of my panties with carnal friction. I moaned into his mouth. He dug his bulge into me against, one hand moving to palm my exposed breast in time with his naughty grinding.

I broke the kiss to let out a series of moans, feeling him part my legs wider to grind harder into me, my legs helpless and dangling wide open while he tormented my pussy. He bit down on my bottom lip softly as a large gym-roughened palm slid my thong away from between my ass cheeks to slide his fingers under, groping me shamelessly, deliciously.

“Fuck me, Adonis.” I gasped against his shoulder, helplessly pressed into him as he rocked my body slowly with his slow, hard grinding.

He yanked his hand off my ass forcefully, and the thong snapped. The sound and the smack of it against my skin made me shudder, almost cumming.

He pulled the black thong away from me, the small fabric slick with my juices, and stuffed it in my open mouth. I groaned, hearing the tortured sound of my own groan muffled by my panties slick with my own wet. And I moaned again.

“So many fucking things I wanna do to your body, Leilani.” He growled, bunching my shirt up and I felt the cold of the hard surface against my heated skin.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard.” He said, gazing sinfully into my eyes as he said those maddening words and slid his erect cock out of his grey sweats.

My vagina clenched, spilling more moisture. Then he parted my legs even wider and plunged his cock into my vagina.

Deep. Wet. Hard.