STEPBROTHER (R-18)

Chapter 34

Scarlett's POV

He uses his other hand to tug at the skirt of the dress for emphasis as you gasp when he tightens his

grip on your throat. He moves his lips over yours, devouring your soft moans before he teases his lips

away again.

"I'll fucking tear this thing off you. So, if you like this dress, and want to keep it, you'll take the fucking

thing off"

"O-okay. I'll take it off"

His authoritative tone melds with your pleasure, setting you ablaze. NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

"Tell me what you want m to do to you, Scarlett?"

You're too excited. With shaking fingers, you pull down your dress, his eyes widening with desire as

you free your breasts. They bounce upon release from the confines of your clothing, nipples straining

hard towards him. He bites his lip, furrowing his brows as he eyes them like he wants to swirl his

tongue around the hardened buds.

"Tell me. Now"

"I want you to touch me"

"Where?"

"Everywhere"

"Fuck, yes. What else?"

You step out of your dress, hooking your fingers in your panties to slide them down your legs.

With a sultry gaze, you pick your panties up, and dangle them in front of him, watching as he grins and

opens his hand for you to place them in his palm.

I love the way he's looking at me. Like I'm a prize that he just has to have.

"Who knows... maybe later I'll rub these on my shaft and cum on them"

"Oh god"

Your moan softly at his words, eyes fluttering closed as you imagine Oliver stroking himself with

something so intimate of yours. He pockets them, before he wraps a hand around your waist and tugs

you closer to him.

"This is dangerous"

"Even better"

His warm breath cascades your face, and with a ferocity that startles you, he presses his lips against

you. A low growl rumbles from his throat as he consumes every moan, every ragged breath that slips

from your mouth, he claims your pleasure with a stroke of his tongue along your bottom lip. Your

tongues clash, massaging and tasting one another in a twisted game of dominance.

So fucking addicting... his lips, his touch, his words... they make me weak.

He grabs your chin roughly, pressing your mouth deeper into his like he wants to lose himself in you.

You pant, desperate to keep up with the power of his lust, letting him move you to press you up against

the wall next to the door. When he breaks his mouth away from yours, you whine, and he holds his

finger up to his mouth to shush you.

"I know its hard to control yourself baby, but you're going to have to be quiet while I fuck you. Do you

think you can do that? Can you cum on me quietly, Scarlett?"

"Fuck, yes. Just kiss me"

The notion of him finally being inside of you fills you with overwhelming excitement. You wrap your

hands around the back of his neck and pull him viciously to you, moaning when when he trails searing

kisses along your jaw and down your neck. He breaks away to pull his shirt off, and you admire the

delicious chiselled muscle along his upper body.

He's so fucking hot... irresistible

"I want you inside of me, Oliver"

He groans, and undoes his pants, freeing his monstrous length. Thick veins protrude from his girth.

Your mouth waters at he sight, remembering how he stretched your cheeks endlessly when you sucked

on him. He wraps his hand as best he can around his shaft, and uses the other hand to loop his arm

around your thigh and wraps it around his waist.

This is it... I want him so bad.

You're delirious with passion as he steps forward and grinds the tip against your wet folds. Your limbs

shake as you're filled with pleasure.

"Fucking ell, your dripping wet, Scarlett... over me"

He teases himself into your entrance, hissing as he sinks the first inch in. You inhale a sharp breath,

hands making to grip his lower back and dig with your nails.

"Oh fuck"

He sinks himself inside of you, and you watch with admiration as you're conjoined with a powerful

thrust of his hips. You cry out, arching your body forward as he uses his other hand to wrap your legs

around him and hold you against the wall. He fills you completely in a way no man ever has before.

You're howling when he begins thrusting and pounding himself into you.

"So fucking tight"

"Oliver, that feels so fucking good. Don't stop... Don't... Fucking... Stop!"

""God, its so tight I can barely fit. Fuck. I feel you clenching around me, Scar. There's no fucking way

I'm not cuming inside of you"

Oh yes. So warm and wet. It feels so good when he pounds me. So fucking good.

Your eyes roll, fluttering closed as he moves to kiss you passionately, swallowing the slow moans that

fill the room.

Why has it taken so long? So long to feel this good and give into him? His cock is fucking magical.

You moan against his mouth. He breaks away form you to slam his length furiously inside of you.

"God yes. I want you to cum inside of me. Fucking fill me Oliver"

"So good... the tightest"

Just the sound of him moaning drives you wild. You suck back your loud screams as you feel the

familiar stirring of an orgasm in your gut. You clench the walls of your core around him repeatedly as

his throbbing rod, continues to massage your insides, evoking dangerous pleasure from your body.

"Oh god. I think I'm going to-"

"Cum for me, Scarlett... fucking cum all over me"

You're powerless to his vulgar words, and with one swift thrust, your orgasm barrels through you,

possessing your body. Your limbs shake uncontrollably, as your walls clamp around him like a vide.

"Shit. I'm cuming"

Oliver slams his rod into you, and you feel his length swell until your insides are invaded with the

warmth of his release. When your orgasm has waned, and your breathing has returned to a calm,

steady rhythm, he releases your legs, and withdraws his shaft from insides you.

"Jesus"

You wince when he pulls out, aware that you're slightly sore just from the size of him.

"So much for keeping quiet"

You frown, eyes widening as you clamp your mouth shut and move your hand over your mouth with

horror.

Oh shit! I really hope they didn't hear!

"You don't think they heard, do you?"

Oliver chuckles, and drags a hand through his hair as he fixes his pants.

"I doubt it"

"How are you calm about this?"

"You're an adult. They'll survive"

"Oh my gos, you're unbelievable. You want us to get caught!"

"Yet you're the one who's screaming when we're fucking"

You feel your face warm as you blush from his words. Its not like you're good at being quiet when

you're being pleasured.

"Well... hen maybe we shouldn't have sex"

"Not a chance in hell I can keep myself from fucking you"

"Oliver!"

You smack his arm, and he grins mischievously.

"What? You know you don't want me to stop. You like when I'm inside of you, and I doubt you'll b able

to resist now"

"Ugh, whatever. You got me... there. Happy?"

"Fucking ecstatic"

He leans towards you, placing a chaste kiss on your lips before you feel him smack your ass.

"Better get dressed. Soon they'll come looking for us"

You gasp, and smirk a you shove him backwards onto your bed. He falls back and laughs gently, rolling

his eyes at you, as you reach for his shirt and pull it on, enjoying the way his smell meets your nostrils.

Damn. He always smells so fucking goos. No wonder I cant keep my hands off him.

You jump, startled when his phone starts to ring, and he pulls it out of his front pocket, frowning at the

number.

He places the phone against his ear, and hoarsely answers it.

"Hello?"

You note the tensed muscle of his jaw, and the way he knits his brows together. He places a hand

against his forehead and lets out a heavy, stressed breath.

"I'm her son. What is this about?... what? Fuck. Uh, sorry. I'll be right there"

Oh god, what the fuck happened.

"Oliver? Is everything alright?"

He climbs off the bed, shoving the phone back in his pocket, before he moves back over to you, and

shakes his head.

"Its my mom... she's in the hospital"

"Oh my god, that's awful. Is she okay?"

"I'm going there now. I swear to fucking god if it was that asshole, he's fucking dead"

"Who? Her boyfriend? Is that the one who hit you?"

"Yes. He's a fucking dead man"

Oliver moves past you despite your pleas with him to calm down. You're worried about the crazed look

in his eye as you follow him, calling his name frantically. When you reach him as he begins to climb the

basement stairs, you grab his arm.

"Fuck, Scarlett. I have to get there"

"Oliver what is going on? Did he hurt your mom?"

"I know he fucking did! Doesn't matter what they say! That piece of shit woman beater! And she's

always fucking protecting him! Not this time!"

He rips his arm from our grasp, and your face crinkles into one of hurt, as you wrap your arms around

yourself.

"I have to go. I-I have to fucking take care of this"