In Love With My Evil Stepbrother

Chapter Eighteen I don’t know why I let him take me home. But maybe deep down inside, I know we have crosses that line and I want this as badly as he does.

He speeds all the way back. As soon as we step into the door, he presses me to the wall and hungrily captures my lips. I let myself drown in that wild kiss, hands holding on to his broad shoulder as those muscles flex under my palms. I take pleasure at knowing that my touch can bring pleasure to his body. His tongue slides into my mouth and tangles with mine making erotic watery sound. I moan between breaths and bring my upper thigh slightly higher to rub at his leg craving for more. I can’t help it. I want his body on me and for us to be closer than we already are. He groans. “Fuck. If you keep doing that you won’t be able to keep that dress.”

“What?” I tease him giggling. “You’re gonna rip my clothes again? With your teeth?”

I still haven’t forgiven him for ripping off the tag that way in front of my mom and Alex. He raises his brows at me and suddenly with a hard pull those two straps behind my back are snapped into half.

“Ahh! That hurts!” I cry out. My shoulders become a bit red at that. “And that’s one expensive dress!”

He should know since he paid for that.

“Sorry,” He doesn’t sound very apologetic though. “And I’ll buy you more.”

He lowers his head to lick my redden shoulder. A surge of titillation rises from where his tongue touches my skin, sending electricity through my body. I lean back on the door panting while tightening my grip on to his soft hairs. It’s the only way to stop my body from dropping to the ground. “You know I can’t get enough of this right?” his voice low and husky. “How you shiver like that…and how damn wet you are.” I am drenched. My pussy is still wet from our earlier finger sex and more juice is streaming out of me right now. Those broken straps can’t hold my dress anymore and gives him an easy access. His fingers crawls inside from the hem and palm my chest.

Goosebumps appear all over my skin. His fingertips caress my sensitive area, thumb circles around my nipples and gently pinch on them. I gasp, my chest rising and falling faster and my body arches more to him. The tickling pleasure is killing me.

I want more and I want him to be rough with me.

he increases pressure on my nipples.

out slightly. Then he lowers his body to catch one of my pink tops with his

lips. My mind is clouded

he grabs my waist and lifts me up to his shoulder. I cry out, as he carries me and marches

me down!” my head is dizzy

enough to shut me down. The faint burning sensation raises from my butt and sends a shock through my

He doesn’t go into the bedroom,

summer sunshine. I gulp down a mouthful of water and end of coughing and choking. Luckily, the pool isn’t too deep, so I manage to kick

Then he unbuttons his shirt, slides it over

pretty as I have imagined it. His shoulder is broad, and his waist is tight, well-built muscle covers on his beautiful framework. The

takes off his pants. When there’s only a boxer left on his body, I got

water. He swims to me and pulls me into his firm chest. My feet leave the ground floating

My head is swirling.

desire.

my rough panting. Yes, I want him, and I want this. But

still basically strangers. He was my