The Devil’s Bride

PROLOGUE 

His gaze dropped to my breast, to where the front of my bathrobe shifted to expose the swell of my breast. I quickly dropped my hands and adjusted the robe.

"An attraction unlike any I have ever felt before, and Michael doesn't have the same level of openness as you do. I can't shake the memories of what we have done. The feeling lingers within me; I can't seem to move past it. I haven't forgotten how you felt, nor the taste of your pussy against..."

"Just stop," I snapped, stopping him mid-sentence.

"Benjamin, please leave. You don't understand. This isn't right, and I assure you it won't occur again." I said, gesturing towards the front door.  

He seized my outstretched hand and spun me around in a quick motion, slamming my body against the nearest wall. He stepped forward, pressing his solid body flushed against my back, and I gasped from the sudden movement. My breasts were pressed firmly against the smooth surface of the wall.

He dropped a soft kiss on my neck, just behind my ear, and I couldn't help but moan.

A shiver ran through my body.

Fucking hell.

This is the first time I have ever had this electrifying feeling surging through my body. What spell has this man cast on me? How is this man affecting me like this?

He slid his hand underneath my bathrobe and took a hold of my ass cheeks in a firm grip, squeezing them.

"Victoria, this ass belongs to me, do you understand? It is mine," he growled, thrusting his massive manhood against my backside, and a gasp slipped from my lips.

"Mine to fuck. Mine to smack," he went on, each word punctuated with a firm thrust of his hips as he rubbed his dick against my ass cheeks.

"Ahhh...ummm," I moaned.

I was lost in a symphony of moans. I ran my tongue over my lips and focused on calming my breath to form an answer. I tried to speak, but my voice faltered and left me in silence.

I was incoherent. Can't say a single word to save my life. He pressed his full weight against my back, and his body draped over mine in a close embrace. 

He pushed his fingers into my pussy, and my breath caught from his sudden action. My pussy was already soaking wet and drenched, and he could feet it. 

"Oh fuck, Ben," I murmured, my pussy clenched tightly around his fingers.

There was no denying it any longer; I can't suppress my desire for him.

I want his massive dick inside me; I want his fingers all over my body, kissing, sucking, and licking. I want his mouth on my pussy. I want his tongue doing sinful things to my already wet core.

This is so wrong but yet it feels so right.

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I stand in front of the full-length mirror on the grey wall of my bedroom. I had no towel around my body as I stood stark naked; I had just taken a shower. 

 I look at myself in the mirror. My thirty-carat diamond wedding ring reflected a blinding light in the bright bedroom bulbs. The reflection of the diamonds was literally eye-catching.

I ran my hands over my hourglass figure and flat tummy. Outwardly, I looked lovely, from my slender waist to the wide, curvy flare of my hips, which was very much attractive. However, inwardly I was an empty shell. 

I am married yet, I find myself missing Benjamin. He is not my husband.

I miss Benjamin deeply, but not because of his looks.

No, my husband was handsome enough if I were simply seeking a man with striking looks.

My husband Michael and Benjamin are brothers, well, not blood brothers per se, but that is what they always call themselves. Some sort of friendship that guys usually take seriously. 

More like a brotherhood thingy that I called them brother. 

They are often mistaken for twins because they are the same age and have shared a deep friendship for many years.

They might look alike in so many ways, but for one thing, Benjamin's dick is way bigger than that of my husband, Michael. Benjamin fucking knows how to make good use of that massive dick of his.

That is the reason I miss Benjamin right now.

Fuck. I was literally yearning for his massive cock to fill and stretch me again. I really wanted him to fuck me so deeply until my body falls into an orgasm-induced coma, until my whole body trembles and my legs become unresponsive.

When it comes to orgasm, I am not the type of woman who finds it easy to reach orgasm, and Benjamin had done that and exceeded; he had made me reach orgasm three times in a single round. It seems nearly impossible.

I had been secretly involved with Benjamin while married to Michael, and I don't feel guilty.

To be frank, I enjoy Benjamin's massive, nine-inch cock to feel any form of shame or regret for what I have been doing. In fact, I feel good, young, and beautiful whenever I was with Benjamin, and he satisfied all my sexual desires. 

I smiled as I stared into the mirror. My skin was radiant, glowing in the bright light of the room just like my wedding ring. I stood, reminiscing about my secret moment in Benjamin's embrace; I can't stop thinking about him even if I wanted to. The way he touches me, kisses me, no man has ever made me feel the way Benjamin does. 

He always made me feel like a teenager having sex for the first time, he made me feel beautiful.

Benjamin allowed me to explore new things that brought me pleasure, things I hadn't realized I liked.

I knew that I was cheating on my husband, but I can't just help myself. 

I was cheating with not just any body but my husband's brother, my husband's best friend, someone he literally grew up with. 

Staring at myself in the mirror, I cupped my breast, remembering the feeling I get when Benjamin does it. Fuck.

Sex with Michael had always lacked excitement or passion, and I thought there was something wrong with me.

It was always challenging to get him aroused, and when he finally did, he didn't last long.

When he is inside me, I don't experience pleasure, I don't cum, and he doesn't hit me in the right spot; he doesn't have much stamina in bed, and I am the type of woman that can go for hours.

Immediately after the first round, and he finds release, that is the end of our intimate moment.

He doesn't seem concerned about whether I reach orgasm.

He never asks if my needs are met; he never shows concern for my satisfaction, and it leaves me heartbroken.

He doesn't fuck like I want him to, not like the way Benjamin fucks me.

Benjamin had me screaming when I orgasmed. I have a powerful climax that sends waves of pleasure through my body, leaving me shaking.

Benjamin gives me countless orgasms, sometimes three in a single round. Fuck.

Benjamin's cock does something unimaginable to my body; it has me hooked, and I needed to stop before it gets out of hand.

No matter the earthshaking orgasm he gives me, I need to stop cheating on my husband because I know this is adultery, adultery with my husband's best friend.

I am aware that what we did isn't right, but with Benjamin I feel so full of life, more alive than ever.

Sated. Full. And he leaves me wanting more of his delicious cock.

Just thinking about him and his massive, nine-inch cock made me so horny.

Imagining him towering over me, naked, thrusting into me from behind, deep inside my pussy, hitting all my delicious hidden spots, spots I didn't even know existed. The thought of him stretching me out so that I feel it deep inside my womb made me so wet. With Benjamin, it has always been a tight fit.