“Fuck me …” I groan.

She moans and I take it as a sign to thrust deeper. Her eyes are closed, but her red cheeks and damp face tell me that her blood is racing with desire. That face is perfection. So easy to read yet complex at the same time. So beautiful. My desire to come all over her is overpowering me.

Maybe I’m a bad motherfucker for having those filthy thoughts, but some animalistic part of me still feels the urge to mark her as my own. Literally. And it would make for the perfect image to lodge into my mind for the times when I’ll have to make do with a hand job. I’m sure I’ll be doing that plenty of times after she’s realized she’s fucking me right now. She’ll probably be mad as hell, but I don’t regret this at all, and I never will. I’m all in, whether she likes it or not.

Her grip on my shoulders tightens as I fuck her hard, slamming my cock into her over and over again. I can’t stop. I’m wasted on her, and it’s still not enough. Rough breaths interchange with needy moans until we lock in a furious battle of needs, grasping at each other for more. Her fingers tangle through my hair, and mine deepen their grip on her ass. I bang her against the locker so hard the noise will probably alert a few people. But I don’t give a damn, not even if they come in and see us bare-ass naked. Hell, I’d walk this Earth without clothes for the rest of my life if it meant I could bring her home every night.

She’s everything I want and more. Her body so soft, her eyes beautiful and radiant, her lips heavenly, her mind … untouchable. Her heart belongs to me. One way or another, I’m gonna make it happen.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful, Em, but you make me want to do things to you no man ever should.”

“I want it all,” she moans, her eyes still closed, her mind still far away from me.

Her body wants me, but her mind is still trying to ignore the fact she wants me.

I’ll get through to her, somehow, and then it’ll be even better than heaven itself.

But first, we’re ripe for sin.

“Oh god …” she moans as I bury my cock deep within her pussy.

“Yes, babe, come all over me,” I growl.

“Fuck!” she yells.

I grin, watching her come apart around my dick. It’s amazing. “Say my name, Em. Say it. Tell me to fuck you harder.”

“Fuck me harder, Chris,” she mutters.

God, I love it how she listens to me, as if she’s completely tuned into my needs. I’m a stubborn, needy motherfucker, who loves to get rough and demanding, but I know she can take it all.

“That’s it, babe, take it all,” I say, biting her lip softly.

“I’m coming,” she huffs.

Fuck yes, this is what I’ve been waiting for … her coming on my shaft, coating me with her wetness as she milks me like no other. And oh, fuck me, it feels so good. I can feel every muscle inside her tighten and release. And her face … I never knew she could look this beautiful when she comes right over my face. God, this is so hot that it’s becoming impossible for me to contain myself.

“Fuck, yeah …” I mutter, barely able to control myself.

With her legs locked behind my back, I pull away from the locker and carry her to the couch just to the side, dropping her onto the cushions. I crawl on top of her like the hungry lion I am, licking her body from bottom to top. I can’t get enough of her sweet and salty taste, the intoxicating mix an aphrodisiac on my tongue. Her body is sprawled underneath me, and I part her legs further by nudging her inner thighs, lowering myself on top of her.

“I could do this all day, Em. You just need to say the word,” I growl. “I’ll suck your clit to wake you up in the morning, slide my tongue into your mouth during work, and when you’re ready to go to bed, I’ll thrust my cock into your needy pussy until you’re so satisfied you can’t even walk straight.”

“Oh …” She flushes, which makes me think her mind, deep down, might be just as dirty as mine is.

Grinning, I kiss her neck, sucking so hard it leaves a red mark. “Mine,” I say, biting my lip.

She puffs and moans, her body language a mix between greed and repulsion, but my kisses have her completely under my spell. She might think I’m a filthy bastard, but I’m her filthy bastard. And this filthy bastard is about to claim what belongs to him.

Gripping her ass, I lift her up until the tip of my cock brushes her sensitive pussy lips, which makes her tighten her muscles.

“Ah-ah, Em. Open up for me,” I murmur against her neck, nibbling her earlobe softly.

The moment I slide in, she sucks in a breath through her teeth, causing her to hiss slightly as I push in further. I press my lips to hers as I hit balls deep, my cock pulsing with need. God, it feels so fucking good to finally be inside her. To become one with her again. I’ve dreamed of this day for so long that I don’t even feel like I’m awake. And I guess it’s the same for her, judging by the delirious look on her face.

She grasps the cushion behind her as I thrust in and out of her slowly, building up the speed each time. Biting her lip makes me want to go even faster. She’s such a tease; she always knows how to turn me on, even if she doesn’t mean for it to happen. That’s just the way she is. She gets me riled up as no other girl ever can.

Which is why I need to fuck her like there’s no tomorrow.

And I do. I ram my cock into her eager pussy, holding her ass tight, while my mouth finds her hardened nipples. I suck and lick them until she arches her back, putting tension on my shaft that’s so fucking good; I feel my balls squeezing together.

“Fuck me, I wanna fill you up, Em,” I growl. “Tell me you want my cum.”

“Oh, yes, Chris,” she moans out loud. “Give it to me.”

“You want my cum that badly?” I say, thrusting in hard and fast. “You’re just as filthy as I am, Em. And I fucking love it. Scream my name, Em. Let me hear how much you want it.”

After a few thrusts, her body pushes against mine, her nipples stroking my chest, her pussy throbbing around my dick. And then it happens.

“Chris!” she screams, and then she comes again.

I can feel every ounce of her body tighten around me, but just her voice alone makes my cock explode.

A bellowing sound rolls from my tongue as my balls squeeze together and cum surges through my shaft, shooting out with equal velocity as I fuck her raw. Three, four pushes, it’s still not enough to stop the cum from gushing out. My body is quaking, as is hers, and it feels so good. Finally. No more blue balls.

“Fuck me …” I mutter as my still half-hard cock slides out of her. “That was good.”

I plant one last kiss on her lips before lifting myself up from her and taking off my condom, which contains a mother lode. I swear to god, I don’t think I’ve ever seen one this full.

It makes me laugh, which in turn makes her draw her brows together.

“What’s so funny?”

“This.” I point at the latex while tying a knot.

“Your cum?”

“The quantity,” I say.

I look around and find the nearest trashcan at the door, so I fling the condom across the room.

Except, it doesn’t land in the trash because I’m too drunk to throw a perfect score.

Instead, the door opens. It’s my brother, Adrian … and the condom lands right on his chest.

Oh, shit.

Chapter 24

Chris

The condom slides down his chest and onto the floor as I stare at him with wide eyes and a gaping hole for a mouth.

“Adrian?!” I yell.

“Chris?” Adrian says. “Emily? Oh, Jesus.” His face turns completely red, and when his eyes drift down to the floor, he turns completely white. “Fuck. Nasty.”

Emily squeals when she sees him, immediately grabbing a piece of clothing, which barely covers her up. “What the—”

“Oh shit,” I mutter.

“Shit indeed …” Adrian retorts. “Jesus, Chris, put some clothes on, will you?”