Stranded with My Stepbrother Chapter 128

McKenzie

Warm, dry air wafted over my chest in the wake of Will’s violent tearing of my clothes. The gauzy, ruined fabric hit the floor, leaving me in nothing but my lacy panties in front of him.

The way he was looking at them made me sure they would be his next victim.

His rage was palpable. It was hot but also a little bit scary. I put a hand on his chest, and he looked up from my panties, his blue eyes flashing and a bit unfocused in his anger. Still, he stopped and looked at me, and I took that as a good sign.

“I’m yours. You know that, right?” I said softly, rubbing a soothing circle over his heart.

Will’s nostrils flared. This was a side of him I’d never seen before. Dark. Primal. Had this part of him always existed, and I just hadn’t seen it under his other, more gentle layers?

His strong hand grasped the back of my neck and yanked me into a crushing kiss.

My knees went weak, and I clung to his shoulders as our bodies pressed together, his already leaking erect cock folding up between us.

We broke apart only when neither of us could breathe. Will pressed his forehead to mine and took several deep breaths. “I’m sorry. I just….”

I didn’t care about what he ‘just.’ He just lost control. He just couldn’t stand Ibrahim looking at me in a way only he had a right to. There were any number of ‘justs.’ None of them mattered now. I fused my lips to his again and swallowed the end of the sentence.

He groaned and lifted me, depositing me on the bed.

I spread my legs, trusting he was going to do exactly what he’d intended to before.

Sure enough, Will ripped my panties right off, tossing the shreds aside.

“I want you,” I whispered, stroking his cheek.

He took my hand, threading his fingers through mine, and kept holding it while he prowled down my body. As if I wasn’t wet enough already!

“Will,” I whimpered as his lips brushed against my core.

He responded by spearing me with his tongue.

I swear if my eyes rolled back any further they would have bounced right out of my head. “Will! Oh God. Y-you don’t have to. I’m already so—”

He didn’t stop. He didn’t care. He was ravenous. Merciless.

I tangled my fingers in his hair, too far gone now to do anything but press him to me and beg him not to stop.

Will squeezed the hand he was holding, and I knew he wasn’t going to let me down. He never had, and I was sure he never would.

When I came, it was a toe-curling, starbursting, hip-bucking experience. That he lapped up what I gave him just made it hotter.

I was so going to blow him later.

Right now, however, we both had other things on our mind. He sat up, licked his lips, then moved to hover over me even while I was still trembling in the aftermath of my orgasm.

“If you say no now, I might die, but I still have to ask,” he murmured in my ear.

I grabbed his chin and forced him to look at me. “If you don’t fuck me now,” I growled, “I might die.”

Will chuckled. “Yes, ma’am.” He hitched one of my legs over his shoulder, widening me more for him. God knew he was going to need the space.

Holding my breath, I waited for the press of his long, thick dick. Taking him in was always a herculean effort, but I was ready.

He kissed me. “Honeybee, is it okay if I’m a little rough? I feel like I’m going crazy and that man has really pissed me off. I don’t mean to take it out on you—”

“It’s fine,” I replied after a beat, a thrill of anticipation and trepidation going through me. “Just… for fuck’s sake, Will, ravage me already!”

“Tell me if I need to stop,” he replied with a sharp nod. Then he thrust. Hard.

My body barely had time to register the full length and girth of him before he pulled back and rammed in again. And again. And again. Harder and faster.

I was going to be so sore when this was over.

When he bit my nipple, I jumped. “Will!” I protested.

He licked the spot, and I could have come from the sore, tingling sensation. Who knew I’d like it? It sure shocked the hell out of me how my body was responding to his rough treatment.

“Is it okay?” he panted, kissing me again, all the while drilling me like a jackhammer.

“Uh-huh,” I managed, yipping when he bit my other nipple.

His tongue was soft and rough at the same time, and I moaned so loud Ibrahim could probably hear me. I clapped my hands over my mouth.

“Fuck him,” Will grunted, his hips slamming against mine. “Let him be jealous. You make all the noise you want, honeybee.” He squeezed my hand, which was still joined with his.

“Mfph!” I kept my hands over my mouth as the tremors began, my body right on the edge of what I was sure was going to be a mindblowing orgasm.

Just as I tipped over the edge, he yanked my hands away from my mouth. I helplessly screamed out my pleasure while he bit down hard on my shoulder, releasing into me with a rumbling groan.

He didn’t pull out. Not even a bit. He stayed buried in me, still hard, as we both twitched and panted in the aftermath of the rough sex.

When I was able to catch my breath, I swatted his shoulder. “Asshole!”

Will, who had been nuzzling the mark he’d made on my shoulder, looked up. “I thought you liked it,” he said, sounding concerned.

“Of course I liked it!” I snapped. “But I didn’t want to let the whole house know when I came!” I swatted him again.

“I wanted to hear you, honeybee,” he replied defensively. He kissed my neck. “I always want to hear you come.”

“Don’t be cute. I’m still mad at you,” I grumped. “I didn’t want him to hear.”

He frowned. “I don’t want him to dictate our sex life.”

I pursed my lips. He had a point. “I can feel you’re going to want to fuck again. Honestly, you’ve got more stamina than anyone I’ve ever heard of. This sort of thing only happens in romance novels!”

Will gave me a cheeky grin. “Aren’t you a lucky girl? I’m always glad that you can keep up with me.”

“Mhm. I just want you to know if you ever, ever, want to get lucky again, you’re going to have to apologize to me and respect my wishes next time.” I sniffed.

“Okay. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have let everyone in the complex hear you scream in pleasure,” he responded, his blue eyes wide and innocent. The corner of his lip twitched.

“You totally don’t mean a word of that.” I grumbled. “But I’ll take it because I want you to fuck me senseless.”

“That I can do sincerely.” He chuckled.

I went to hit him again, but he caught my hand and kissed it, one fingertip at a time. My cheeks heated up at the intimate gesture. Well, not just my cheeks….

Will caught on immediately. He kissed me on the lips and began thrusting, gently this time.

My body ached both from the rough sex we’d just had and with hunger for the sex we were having now. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist and rubbed my breasts wantonly against his chest while he slowly rode me.

“Ah, honeybee, you feel so good.” He sighed, kissing me and stroking my hair. “I want to stay in you forever.”

“I’d be on board with that,” I agreed. My breath caught, and I knew I was going to come again, my body too overstimulated to hold back another second.

He could feel it; I knew it from his grin. He reached down between us and helped me along by massaging my clit.

Then I was coming, my core clenching around his cock as my back arched, and I shook with pleasure that exploded through every part of my body.

Will covered my lips with his and took my scream in his mouth rather than letting me alert the whole house that I was having sex and enjoying the hell out of it. I was both grateful and disappointed since this time I might not have minded. Like Will said, these people shouldn’t be able to dictate our sex life.

He came inside me, letting out his moan into my mouth. I held my breath, wondering if his erection would go down this time or if we were going to be going at it like rabbits all afternoon. The idea had its appeal, true, but I was still all achy from the rough sex. I needed a break.

Then again….

When he didn’t lose his erection inside me, I stroked his cheek. “Want me to blow you?” I asked, thinking about my earlier mental promise.

Will’s cheeks flushed. “Sorry. I know you must be tired….”

“I’m fine. Mostly. I think my happy place needs a little break, though. So… blowjob?” I repeated.

“I swear you’re a miracle,” he said, finally pulling out.

My insides were both relieved and sad to feel him go. I sighed as he sat back on the bed, then got on all fours and took a firm hold of his straining cock.

He gasped, then groaned, grabbing my wrist. “I want your mouth on me. Now.”

Smiling, I eagerly complied, pressing my lips over his tip, licking a drop of precum away, then taking him as deep in my mouth as I could.

“Fuuuuuuuck,” he hissed. He knotted his fingers in my hair, twisting almost painfully, pushing his dick deeper down my throat.

I squeezed his thigh in warning, and he eased up.

“Sorry,” he mumbled.

I patted his thigh in understanding as I began sucking him off, using my tongue and lips liberally to give him pleasure.

Since I couldn’t get all of his cock down my throat, I pumped my fist up and down the exposed part of his shaft.

Will made a strangled noise. “Fuck me, honeybee.”

I let go of his cock with a small pop. “Already did.” I smirked, my voice a little raspy from screaming and having his cock down my throat.

“Don’t stop!” he objected, trying to tug me back down by my hair.

I squeezed his shaft, and his eyes bulged. “Be nice. Honeybee’s in charge now.”

He nodded vigorously in understanding.

With a coy smile I leaned down and took him in my mouth again and began blowing him without mercy.

His hips bucked, and he made little desperate noises that just fueled my desire to tease him some more.

Then his breath caught, and his fingers pressed hard against my scalp. “Honeybee, I’m going to cum.”

I rubbed his thigh, acknowledging his statement and giving him permission to go right ahead.

With a loud groan, he jetted his warm cum down my throat.

I swallowed, not letting him go until he’d completely finished.

Will pulled out of my mouth then pulled me up and laid down with my cheek pillowed on his chest. Looking down his body, I could see his erection had finally gone down.

“Don’t do that,” he said.

“Don’t do what?” I asked, bewildered.

“Don’t stare at it. Otherwise, it’s going to get very happy to see you,” he explained.

I giggled. I couldn’t help it. “Will,” I said, draping an arm over his midsection. “Give me a couple of hours to nap and then it can be just as happy to see me as it wants.”

He groaned. “Promise?”

“Pinky swear,” I teased.

We locked pinkies. Then we both began drifting off to sleep.

It was almost possible to forget we were in the clutches of a very bad man.

Almost.