In fact, that shit just made this all the hotter for me. That I was finally taking her, taking what I’ve always felt should’ve been mine. I’m not about to let a few small-minded people keep me from possessing her, from having her in my bed. The second he drew his last breath she became mine.
I reached around and found her tits with both hands, pulling on them, squeezing the firm flesh as I fucked into her with deep hard thrusts that shook her body and mine and no one else’s.
She arched her back when I dug into her cunt with my cock searching for that rough patch I’d found that first day on my first try. Once my cockhead found that sweet spot, I went after it relentlessly until her pussy flooded, and the juices ran down around my cock to my balls.
The sounds she made even as she tried to fight the feelings I’d awakened in her were music to my ears. I love this part most of all, the part where I use her body against her, where I wring screams of satisfaction and pleasure from her even as her pussy juiced tellingly. Because I know if she could, she’d keep it all hidden from me.
But I won’t let her, from the very first time I fucked her, I didn’t let her keep any part of herself from me. Had that only been three short days ago when I first showed up here? Since the first time, I took her?
I remember it vividly, the look of surprise on her face when she first opened the door and saw me standing there alone. I’d made the others stay at the hotel while I went to her first, using the excuse that it would be easier for her if I were the one to explain.
I knew she was still in shock after the reading of the will just hours after her husband’s death, but I’d pushed for that. I didn’t want any time going by without her knowing that she was now mine, and I knew my brother had kept the truth from her, always promising to tell her sometime soon.
It’s something the family had kept from her when she married into the fold because my brother had selfishly asked. That if one of us died without having a child, the next brother in line has to take his woman and breed her. She didn’t find out until after his death, which had only been a few hours ago.
I’d had no problem filling in the details after the family lawyer had spelled it out for her in the will my brother had left behind, but she was still in shock and denial, that’s why I’d shown up at her door alone that night.
“Gavin, what are you doing here? I thought you guys were heading back to the hotel?” My eyes drank her in like a man dying of thirst in the desert who sees an oasis. Her beauty always takes me a second to get used to, and I still can’t believe she’s finally mine.
“Let me in.” I didn’t take my eyes off the nervous pulse in her throat as she stepped back reluctantly to let me through the door.
“I’m here to make sure you understand what’s going on. I didn’t think you’d want mom to be the one to explain things to you.”
She was flustered and nervous as she looked for a way to escape, but she should know that I had no plans on letting that happen. Though we’ve never spoken of our feelings out loud, I was sure that she was as aware of me as I was of her. That she’d known for a long time now that I wanted her.
It’s the reason I’d stayed away from her and my brother. As much as I hated him and wanted her, I’m not the kind of man who can fuck another man’s wife. I never even came close, but the few times we’d met in the past, I’m sure she’d felt the tension sensed the need, just as I had sensed the hunger in her.
It was a fucked up situation to be sure and one I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy. To lose your heart so effortlessly to someone who was already taken. I’d had many moments of guilt over it, had lain awake many a night berating myself for being an asshole.
Because though I had no intention of fucking my brother’s wife, I knew she wanted me too and had worried that I might’ve said or done something to bring that on. It took a while for me to accept that our chemistry was just one of those things that neither of us had any control over.
But then I’d learned just how much of an asshole my brother truly was, and it had become harder to leave her with him, but still, I’d stayed away, not willing to bring about the rift in the family my actions would’ve caused if I’d taken her out of his house, out of his bed and put her in mine.