Page 85 of Secrets of the Brother
He pulled out slightly and thrust back in. “That’s right, babygirl. My cock is inside of you. Filling you. Do you feel that pressure? Do you feel me inside that tight virgin ass of yours?”
“Yes,” I breathed.
His hand moved to cup my left breast. He toyed with the rigid nipple, pinching it. “How does it make you feel? Knowing you’re submitting to one of my darkest fantasies about you?”
“I don’t know.”
He thrust harder, deeper. “You’re lying. Tell me,” he growled in my ear as he pinched my nipple harder.
I arched my back, which only served to push him deeper into my ass. “Vulnerable. I feel vulnerable,” I blurted out.
He spread his fingers and slid them over my stomach to cup my pussy. Two of his calloused fingers rubbed between the folds, back and forth, causing the delicious friction that sent me over the edge that first time. “You know why, babygirl? Because I know your secret. Deny it all you want, but you like it when I overpower you. Dominate you.”
The hot water poured down over both of our bodies, adding to the sensitivity of my skin.
He leaned backward, lifting my feet off the shower floor, driving his cock painfully deep into my ass as his finger flicked my swollen clit.
Lost in the overwhelming sensations, I didn't realize we had shifted back until he set me back down and I was further away from the wall.
He fisted my hair at the base of my skull and bent me at the waist.
I pressed my palms against the wall to stop him from bending me completely over.
Without warning, he spanked my ass.
“Ow!”
He pulled out then thrust back into my ass.
“Oh God! Wait!”
He pounded into me, again and again. From this position, each thrust filled me completely.
He twisted his hand in my hair. “New rules, baby," he ground out with each thrust. “Each time you threaten to leave me, I fuck one of your holes, right then and there. And I promise you, I won’t give a damn where we are or who is watching.”
His hand moved around my hip to tease my clit.
I was so close. I couldn’t believe I was actually going to come with him fucking my ass, but he was right. It went beyond the pain. It was theideaof him inside my ass.
The domineering, pornographicwrongnessof it that was so fucking off-the-charts arousing. It was the church all over again. Everything about this was so dark, twisted, hot. There really was something seriously wrong with me.With both of us.
I slammed my palm against the tiles several times. “Fuck. Oh God!”
He pinched my clit and I came so hard my knees buckled.
Enzo pulled out of my ass and turned me around to lift me into his arms, nudging me to wrap my legs around his waist.
I rested my forehead on his shoulder, spent. I could barely whimper when he pressed his cock back into my now stretched asshole from the new angle.
It wasn’t long before he roared his own release, spurting his come deep inside my ass.
After gently washing us both with soap, he toweled me off and lifted me back into his arms.
He carried me into the bedroom and tucked me between the sheets in his bed.
I was too worn out emotionally and physically to fight him.
As he climbed in behind me and wrapped his arm around my middle I murmured, “I really hate you, Enzo, you know that?”
