MY "BROTHER" KNEW I'M A PORNSTAR (IV)

Chapter 4

His eyes went black with lust.

I squeezed him harder. “All those times you flirted with those girls right in front of me? I went home and fucked myself raw thinking about you punishing me for being jealous.”

A growl rumbled out of his chest, his hands finally moved, coming up to grip my waist, his fingers digging into my skin hard enough to bruise.

“Tell me to stop,” he said against my mouth, breathing hot. “Tell me to stop right now and I will.”

I answered him by sliding my tongue into his mouth.

He groaned loud and kissed me back like he was starving. His tongue pushed against mine in a filthy way that I almost my mind, his teeth scraping my bottom lip.

One of his hands slid down to grab my ass under the skirt, his fingers finding bare skin immediately because of course I was not wearing anything underneath.

He squeezed hard, spread me open, then slapped my ass once, the sound cracking through the room.

I gasped into his mouth and he did it again, but harder this time.

“You came here dressed like this on purpose,” he muttered between kisses, biting my lip, my jaw and my neck.

“Yes,” I moaned, grinding against his thigh because I needed friction. “ I wanted you to bend me over the second I walked in.”

He walked me backward until my spine hit the wall beside the television.

His hands shoved my crop top up, yanking it over my head and tossing it somewhere.

My tits spilled free and he stared at them for a second like he could not believe they were real, then in seconds what I knew was his lips were on me.

He sucked my left nipple hard, his teeth grazing me, flicking his tongue, while his hand pinched the other one until I cried out.

I clawed at his back, trying to pull his boxers down with one hand while the other tangled in his hair.

He pulled off my nipple with a wet pop. “Slowly Aria,” he growled. “ I've been waiting too fucking long to rush this.”

He dropped to his knees in front of me and shoved my skirt up to my waist, then spread my legs wide.

The cool air hit my soaked pussy and I shivered.

“Look at this pretty cunt,” he said, his voice rough with awe.

He ran two fingers up my slit, collecting my wetness, then pushed them into his mouth and sucked them clean while staring up at me. “ Hmm.. it tastes better than I imagined.”

I whimpered, jerking my hips forward.

He hooked one of my legs over his shoulder, opening me completely, and licked a slow stripe from my entrance to my clit, my head thunked back against the wall.

“Charles—”

“Keep Quiet and take it,” he said, then buried his face in my pussy completely.

He ate me like a man possessed, his tongue pushing inside me, fucking me with it, then sliding up to circle my clit before sucking it hard between his lips.

Two fingers shoved into me without warning, curling, stroking that spot that made my legs shake.

I grabbed his hair with both hands and ground against his face, chasing the orgasm that was already building again.

He pulled back just enough to speak, lips shiny with me. “You come on my tongue first, then I am going to fuck you until you can not walk out of this house.”

I moaned loud enough that the neighbors probably heard if he had one.

He went back to work, his fingers pumping faster, flicking his tongue on my clit without mercy.

My thighs started trembling, my stomach tightened, and then I was coming hard, my pussy clenching around his fingers, juices dripping down his wrist while I screamed his name.

He kept licking me through it, drawing it out until I was gasping, oversensitive and shaking.

When he finally stood up, his mouth and chin were wet with me.

He wiped his face with the back of his hand, then grabbed my throat gently and kissed me again so I could taste myself on his tongue.

His cock was straining against his boxers, the head peeking above the waistband leaking steadily.

I reached down and pulled him free, wrapping my hand around bare skin this time.

He was hot and throbbing in my grip.

He broke the kiss, breathing hard against my lips.

“Let's go to the bedroom”

I shook my head, squeezing his cock harder. “No. It's right here. I have waited long enough.”

He stared at me for some seconds, breathing heavily too

Then he grabbed my hips, spun me around, and pressed my front to the wall.

My cheek rested against the cool surface, my tits flattened against the wall, with my ass pushed out.

His boxers hit the floor, and I heard the rip of a condom wrapper, he must have grabbed one from somewhere, then the blunt head of his cock nudged my entrance, sliding through my wetness, teasing me.

Finally fuck!

I pushed back impatiently.

“Beg me,” he said, his voice dark with lust.

“Please,” I gasped immediately. “Please fuck me, Charles. I need it, I need your cock so bad.”

He stayed perfectly still behind me, the thick head of his dick resting right at my entrance, sliding up and down through my slick folds but never pushing it in.

Every time he dragged it over my clit I jerked, a fresh wave of wetness coating him.

My palms were flat on the wall, my fingers curled, with my nails scraping the paint because I needed something to hold on to.

“You want this dick that much?” he asked, his voice low and rough.

His hand came down hard on my ass again, the sting blooming hot across my skin.

“You’ve been walking around acting like you hate me while your little cunt was dripping for me every day?”

“Yes,” I moaned, pushing back harder, trying to take him myself.

“Every fucking day, every time you looked at another girl I wanted to scream, I wanted you to drag me somewhere and fuck the attitude out of me.”