All Chapters of Craving the Wrong Brother: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

“When my tongue is buried deep inside of you, then you can cum, ” he swiped his thumb softly over my lips. I released a shuddering breath, and swallowed as he took me off my knees.Instinctively I crossed my legs over his waist and we both inhaled shakily. I dropped my head on his shoulders moaning as I moved my waist, rubbing my wetness all over his dick.He's never been inside me, and now more than ever, I wanted him inside me.“I want to cum with you buried inches deep in me.”I raised my head from his shoulders and met his eyes. I could see his resistance wavering in the way he took a shaky breath, and his throat bobbed as he swallowed.Just when I thought he would give in, he shook his head and moved us to the pool.“What are you doing?” My hold on him tightened and my gaze moved rapidly from the pool to his face He smirked, and walked into the pool. I enjoyed the cold water before, but when it brushed against my skin this time around, I yelped and clutched tighter to Desmond, w

I woke up sore with my thighs aching, a heavy weight rested on my stomach. Slowly, I pried my eyes open, only to feel warm breath caress the side of my face.Memories of last night came flooding into my brain, my body and face flushed, the room suddenly seemed hotter than it was a couple of minutes again.The pictures flashing through my head didn't stop rolling in, but it felt like a loop, I couldn't remember what happened after I said those words. It was all a blur.“You are awake.”His voice was so close to my ears and I shivered, before angling my head to get a better look at him. He stared at me like he was seeing me for the first time ever.My stomach did a flip when his fingers that were resting on my sides began drawing lazy ircles on the dip of my waist.“Good morning,” He spoke again and, I swallowed.Why was it so hard for me to form a coherent thought or speak all of a sudden?My mind was still in shambles, and I was still trying to come up with something, a coherent respo

We lingered in the gallery, fingers intertwined and a permanent grin on our faces. The art hanging on the wall seemed more alive than before, and I found myself appreciating whatever story inspired the creation of such arts.“Is there anything else you want to do tonight?”“Apart from going home and having you fill me up?” He breathed out a laugh, pulled me in by the waist and placed a soft kiss on my temple.“Yes,” he said, eyes twinkling with mischief, “something not so tiring because you will need your energy for later.”His face buried in between my legs, tongue flicking against my clit, edging me to my orgasm, came to mind. I pressed my thighs together, applying pressure to my core. I couldn't seem to think of anything else but both of us tangled up in bed together, marking every spot in our bodies till the sun rises and falls again.His body pressed so intimately against mine wasn't making it any easier for the warmth and tension shooting straight to my core. The urge to say,

I had to mentally remind myself to place one leg after the other when we got to the Villa. Desmond wrapped a steady arm on my waist, and pulled me close to him. The warmth of him surrounded me and I exhaled softly.“Are you that scared of your grandmother?”“When you see her you'll understand.”To prove me right, the sound of a cane tapping against the floor echoed around the room, a sharp contrast to the previous serene of the room.“You are late,” her voice rang out, sharp. “Why?”I stared at her full lips coated in a very dark shade of red, those lips were the object of my nightmares for a very long time. Any other day, she rarely wore lipstick, and if she did, it was always a light shade of pink, but today, like every other day she chooses to handle business, her lips were dark red.Inhaling deeply, I raised my eyes to meet hers and the second they did, I exhaled.“We came as fast as we could, Grandma.”Her eyes swept over me, studying every inch of me, it even felt like her pierc

IsabelI had other ideas in mind as Desmond was driving us home, but now I was nestled in his arms, two glasses of wine by our side, while we stared at the sunset.“Growing up, I always really believed I could count on my family. Somehow though, my family ended up teaching me to not count on anyone.”He rubbed my arms softly and warmth spread through me as he placed a kiss on my forehead.“It can be like that.”Raising my head, I met his eyes. “Tell me something about your family, I know Eunice is not your birth mum and that's probably why you both have a strained relationship.”A strained silence followed my question. It felt like I overstepped my boundaries and I almost apologized, instead I chose to stay comfortably in the silence.If our relationship was going to be something more, overstepping such boundaries should be allowed.“My mum died under very mysterious circumstances.” I held my breath as he began speaking. “One day, she suddenly became sick, and my father's secretary at