Bray, for once, shuts the fuck up and does as he’s told. His huge cock presses against my pussy, and then with only a second’s warning, he slams into me. He gives me no time to adjust to the stretch of my pussy and ass, starting to move instead. He fucks me in tandem with the crop so hard and fast, it rattles the vanity, and makeup spills on the floor, but I don’t care. My eyes close, the pleasure flooding through me over and over and building towards another release. My body screams for it, arching into him and doing whatever he wants as long as he doesn’t stop.
I can’t help the cries of pleasure that escape my lips, but luckily Bray is cognizant enough to cover my mouth so we aren’t found. It doesn’t stop my moans nor the praise from leaving my lips. His grunts and groans fill my ears, and the sound of our slapping bodies is so loud I’m surprised the crowd can’t hear us. They cheer while my friends dance two feet away, unaware I’m being fucked so hard I probably won’t be able to walk, never mind dance.
“Such a dirty fucking girl.” He groans. “Your pussy is so wet and gripping me so fucking hard. You love it, don’t you? Having your ass being fucked while I, your stepbrother, is so deep in your cunt you don’t know where I end and you start? You love coming for me, knowing they can hear us, find us. You want them to see me fucking you, don’t you?”
The dirty growl of his words has me whining and biting his hand. Usually I’m in control, but right now, Bray is showing me just how fucking amazing it can be to let go, to be dominated for once.
I fucking love it.
When his other hand slaps my clit, it throws me over the edge once more, and I scream my release into his hand as his thrusts stutter. His hips slam against my ass, getting as deep as he can as he comes with a roar. As he does, he yanks the leather out of my ass, sending me spiralling into another orgasm. It’s so intense, I swear I black out because when I come to, I’m slumped into the mirror, breathing heavily, with his panting lips kissing my shoulder.
“I swear, Darling, you’re trying to steal my heart and soul.”
I freeze at his words. “I want neither,” I whisper.
“Tough shit, you don’t get to decide that.” He nips my shoulder before kissing it better and slipping free of my cunt, making us both groan. My ass tingles, my pussy pulses, and I can feel our mixed releases dripping down my thigh.
With a gentle hand, he cups it, dragging the wetness back up my thighs, and then he thrusts three fingers inside me, pumping them twice before pulling free.
“Fucking perfect.”
Panting, I duck my head, knowing I need to regain my breath to go out there and put on a show, but my legs are still weak. Gripping my neck from behind, he drags me back and kisses my pulse, holding my gaze in the mirror. “Dance for me, Darling, like the naughty girl you are. Let them see just what they can never have.” He turns my head and kisses me hard, and as I’m trying to regain my breath, he steps back, does up his trousers, and with one more cocky smirk, slips back out into the bar.
After just blowing my fucking mind.
Lying here for a moment, I feel his words echoing in my heart. I don’t want his heart or his soul. I’ve had someone’s else’s before, and I ruined them. I don’t want to break Bray or any of the Crew brothers despite what I first thought. But this path we are on, it’s only heading in one direction, and when it happens, I don’t know if I will survive it. Yet I can’t walk away, not now, not when I’ve never felt so happy, so alive, so needed and supported. I’m in too deep. Maybe that’s why I tried to fight it so hard.
But it doesn’t matter now, it’s too late.
So what do I do? I fix my makeup and I go out and dance my heart out for him, knowing he’s watching from the dark with my cream on his tongue and my release on his dick.
Like the used up, naughty bitch I am.