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“What are you doing here?” I asked him, not an ounce of effort put into smiling at him.

As far as I knew, this libertine had his own mansion in this same city of Neverfield. So why was he here?

“If you’re wondering why your step-brother-in-law is here, it’s pretty easy.” He pointed to himself, “I’m your husband’s brother. I have every right to be here.” He said, even without me asking.

Well, that saves my stamina quite a bit.

“Whatever. I don’t have time to entertain your antics. Goodnight,” I entered the room and just as I tried to slam the door shut, he forced his way in. I was no match for his strength.

“You… Get out!” I yelled while falling back.

He chuckled and slammed the door shut before making his way over to me.

“You… What do you want?” The unease in me was rising rapidly, seeking to devour my insides. I would rather be locked up with a lion than this guy.

Or is it the opposite in reality? *shrug*

“What I want?” he asked with an arched brow, a playful… or rather devilish grin on his lips.

“P-please, just go away. I’m your sister-in-law,” I could no longer retreat. I had already reached the bed and sat, grabbing the sheets as if they contained some secret Spiderman who would appear and save my night.

“True. But my brother and I share things. I can come over and borrow anything I want, same as he. Right now, my brother can’t fulfil his duties to you. I guess before tomorrow, cobwebs would have filled your honeypot.” he deliberately took slow steps, each one bringing him inches closer to me.

My eyes widened when I knew he meant his words, “Don’t you dare come closer or I’ll shout,” I threatened, taking the pillow and throwing it at him.

He didn’t bother to dodge; he just caught it and examined it.

“Very good quality. You can moan into it,” he said, throwing the pillow back at me. “You can shout all you want, but no one will come. The room is soundproof, little bride,” he chuckled while taking off his t-shirt to reveal the sculptured chest and abs that were previously obscured by that article of clothing.

Well, I have seen Harold with his upper body bare one time when we were at the beach. He was a dish for the eyes but… c-compared to him, this Ryan… He was a mouthwatering banquet featuring all my favourite dishes.

“Please, don’t…”

“You want it, don’t deny it.” At this juncture, he’d stripped off his shorts. Now, he was mother-nude before me. And the bird down there made my eyes dilate.

“Gosh!” I exclaimed, covering my mouth. I knew I was not supposed to look on… or ogle at the sight of Ryan’s unclad body but…

I couldn’t deny that my cunt had already started throbbing at the sight of his nipples.

Shit! He was coming closer, the view of his tool down there was rising from 360p straight to 1080p.

“Say you don’t want it, Carleigha, and I’ll leave. We’ll forget about this episode, and I’ll never bother you again,” he said, bringing his erect member inches closer to my face.

I tried to look away, a huge part of me was screaming for me to look elsewhere, but… the more I stared at it, the more I felt myself heading towards the abyss of lust. Slowly but shockingly... steadily.

“I…” I could feel my cheeks become heated without touching them. Hell, I even gulped down hard.

This big, fat and long dick was right in front of me. Why don’t I…

“No, I can’t betray Harold. He’s been good to me. Please go,” I said, finally looking away and rising to my feet, using all the energy I could muster to push him away.

But this guy didn’t budge; it was like I was an ant trying to roll a boulder.

Great! Just great!

And at this time, I really wanted to slap myself for switching off my phone.

“You’re very stubborn, I see,”

“Ryan, get out of my matrimonial room!” I yelled, frustrated by how weak I looked in front of him.

“Just say you don’t want this sexy-looking dick stuck and buried up your snatch. Say you don’t even want a throat fuck. Then, I’ll leave,” he insisted, and I stared at him in a rage.

“What? Are you some kind of psycho? If you are horny, just go out there and pick any hooker off the streets. You can even pick ten and fuck them till daybreak. Just get lost from my sight,” I rose to stand and felt his dick poke my tummy.

Still, I willed myself not to look down and take even a sneak peek. I can’t do this to Harold.

“Sit,” he commanded, but I inched closer, wanting to ruin that hard thing with the fleshy wall of my stomach, if that were possible of course.

With clenched teeth, he placed his hands on my shoulders unexpectedly and sat me down on the bed forcefully.

This act made me gasp in shock and fear. That was a mistake; I shouldn’t have opened my mouth. You can already guess.

The moment I carelessly left my mouth open, his dick found its way into my mouth.

I began to struggle, wanting to push him away, to no avail.

“Your mouth is a hypocrite, don’t you think?” I heard him say. I’d closed my eyes, not wanting to see the forbidden tool of pleasure of my pervert brother-in-law.

“It says no, but opens up at the slightest opportunity,” he added with a mocking tone.

A thought came to me. This dick although hard wasn’t made of diamond but flesh. Since it was just hardened flesh, I could bite into it, right?

“My dear, if you think of biting my cock, you will pay an unimaginable price,” he threatened. “So be a good girl and please me.”

I opened my eyes as he drove his cock further into my mouth, bullying the entrance of my throat, causing me to tear up.

His gaze down at me had become terrifying. I had only one choice now, and that was to do something to the foreign object in my mouth.

Resigned to my hard luck, I internally sighed and start nodding on his cock slowly.

“Add some pace,” he commanded, and I started bobbing faster as he stepped back a bit.

My hands that were previously on his thighs, gently held the long tool and started stroking it.

“I’ll only do this, and then you leave. Please,” I begged.

He didn’t answer me, but I got back to business.

I twirled my tongue around his balls while fondling his cock. Then I started planting kisses on the balls too, with my right thumb, placating the tip of the pleasure tool.

Finally, I reached the cap of his member and licked it while staring at him. He had no reaction.

I began smearing lots of kisses on the cap, not ceasing the caressing. I soon spat on it and started going down on his cock repeatedly.