All Chapters of Sinful desires: MM Steamy compilation : Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Adrian’s head snapped up to my face, “Yeah, yeah right.” He looked disoriented, like he was still processing the last 15 seconds or so.It couldn’t have been a good view, me spread out for Adrian like this. He, on the other hand, only had his dick out. He still had those ridiculously tight black jeans on, his hair tied up in a neat bun. I smothered the embarrassed jolt. No, he wanted this. If he got weird about it, that was on him. I didn’t have anything to be nervous for, and my heart needed to calm the fuck down.The position left nothing to the imagination. Knees up, everything open under the low light of the lamp. I could feel the air on places that usually stayed covered. My pulse was still too loud in my ears, but I forced it to the background. This was just another version of something I’d done alone a hundred times. The only difference was the audience.I bypassed my cock, pulling my balls out of the way with one hand, and pressing lower with the other. I closed my eyes and tr

“Uhh” His dick twitched beneath my hand, a spurt of pre-cum dripping down onto the bed, while his face bloomed with a brilliant splotchy red. He froze like that, mouth slack, without words.The reaction was pure. No filter, no attempt to play it cool. Just the immediate physical answer to the question I’d thrown at him. I watched the pre-cum bead and slide, felt the pulse of it under my thumb, and something in my chest tightened in a way that had nothing to do with nerves.Adrian’s cock, it was a lot thicker than two fingers. This thing that oozed and throbbed. Covered in hair, one big vein going from just beneath the head trailing down. This fucker who’d been working all day, working up a sweat, he wanted to fuck me. Raw. Replace that solid pressure inside with that thing.I kept my grip loose, just holding, letting the weight of it rest in my palm. The heat of it was different from the lube-slick fingers still inside me. Heavier. More insistent. The idea of that thickness pushing in

By the time I opened my eyes again, my mind had recovered somewhat from the daze, though that didn’t help with the disorientation of a warm body on top of me, an arm slung around my waist. Yeah, I didn’t exactly wake up like this often.The weight was solid and familiar in a way it had never been before. Heat soaked through from his chest into mine. My tank top was still rucked up under my arms, and the skin where our stomachs had been pressed together felt sticky and cool now that the movement had stopped. Every small shift of his breathing registered against me.Adrian stiffened above me. “You awake?” He asked quietly.I didn’t say a word, but after a moment Adrian was rolling off of me anyway.The loss of his weight left a sudden coolness across my front. I stayed still for a second longer, cataloguing the new aches—the dull stretch between my legs, the tenderness where his hands had gripped my thighs, the residual sensitivity along my neck where his mouth had been. None of it hurt

I paused mid-swipe, towel still pressed to my damp hair, when that low, lazy voice cut through the quiet.“Morning…”I turned. Lorenzo was sprawled on the edge of the bed, elbows cocked behind his head, sheets riding low enough to show the sharp cut of his hips and the heavy line of his cock resting against his thigh. That smug, crooked grin lit up his face like he knew exactly what kind of damage he’d done to me last night—and this morning.Fuck, he was even better in daylight. All sharp jaw and dark stubble, eyes still heavy-lidded with satisfaction.“Morning?” I echoed, arching a brow. It came out drier than I meant, because come on—we fucked until the sky turned gray, passed out tangled and sweaty, then he woken me up hours later with his mouth on my neck and his cock sliding back inside like he owned the place. Again.Now he was lounging in my bed like he belonged there, looking entirely too pleased with himself.I tightened the towel around my waist and leaned against the doorfr

“Mama, I can’t…”The words came out strangled, barely above a whisper. My mother sat across from me on the cream sofa in the hotel suite she’d booked for the night, still in her elegant going-away dress, eyes soft and hopeful. The faint scent of her perfume—jasmine and vanilla—mixed with the champagne on her breath, and it only made the guilt twist harder in my gut.She had no idea that less than thirty minutes ago her new stepson had me pinned against a bathroom wall, his hand buried in my trousers, fingers wrapped tight around my leaking cock while she knocked and called my name. The memory alone sent fresh heat pooling low in my belly, his thumb circling the head, spreading slick pre-cum, whispering filthy things about how pretty I’d look coming for my big brother while our parents toasted downstairs.And now she was asking me to move in with them. With them.“Won’t you do this one thing for your mother?” she pressed gently, reaching for my hand. “The house is huge, Levi. There’s