Dirty Sext (Accidental Stepbrother 3)

I couldn’t make myself care.

“Faster,” I gasped, digging my nails into his back. “Oh fuck, Ben, fuck me faster, harder, do it…”

Words fell out of my mouth as I urged him on, my body squirming as I tried to push back to get him to do what I wanted, to get him deeper, even though he went deep inside me with every one of his thrusts already. It just didn’t feel enough.

I wanted more, and I told him so. The words were half incoherent, but he must have understood me.

Ben groaned, kissing my neck and shoulders, nipping my skin as he did his best to meet my needs. He wrapped his arm around my waist, arching my hips against his as he fucked in short, fast jabs, and I could feel him get deeper, so deep it almost hurt.

My body shuddered

“That’s right,” he breathed against my jaw, groaning. “Just like that, Angela. Fuck. Keep begging, baby.”

I whined, hugging myself to him, breath coming out in sharp, ragged gasps and pants. I felt a bit too short of breath for talking, but I still tried, begging for him to let me come, it had been so long dammit!

A shiver worked its way down my spine. Pleasurable tingles were spreading all over my body, starting from that spot between my thighs where we were connected. Then, I let out a strangled scream as the orgasm hit me and left my body a shuddering mess. With a louder groan, Ben climaxed right behind me, and I could feel his cock pulse as he released inside me. He groaned the most sensual sound of pure abandon as he came inside me, sending more trembles through my body.

My body was slow to calm down, and I went limp in his arms. Ben’s body felt heavier against me as he held me tight, and it was a little uncomfortable, especially as I tried to catch my breath, but at least I didn’t have to worry about him dropping me.

“I don’t think I can walk,” I blurted out.

Ben was silent for a moment, before barking out a breathless laugh.

“Show me where your bedroom is,” he said, sounding amused, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. “I’ll carry you.”Chapter Eleven

BenI lay in Angela’s bed, holding her in my arms. A part of me was still in disbelief that I was here, but I didn’t plan to leave anytime soon. I hadn't meant to fuck her against the door the moment I walked in, but it was hard to hold back when she opened the door dressed in nothing but a robe. She must have tied it really quickly, too, because she didn’t seem to notice the front was gaping open, exposing her pale flesh.

When I left my dorm room, I had a plan. I was going to seduce her, and I figured I would at least use words. Well, this was fine, too.

“Why did you come here?”

I blinked my eyes open and looked down at Angela, who had her face buried in my chest. I sighed as I buried my face in her hair and gave her a quick kiss.

“Do you really need to ask why I came here?”

I’d carried her into the bedroom, and besides slipping off my shoes, we were both still mostly dressed. Her robe wasn’t properly wrapped around her, and my cock was still hanging out, but I didn’t feel like moving just yet. It was ridiculous that she was even asking when it was pretty obvious.

“Fine,” she said after a pause. “I don’t need you to say why, but this is wrong, you know.”

I chuckled, holding her tighter. “It feels so right, though.”

She didn’t retort, so I assumed she agreed with me.

“We won't be interrupted if I spend the night, right? Any friends or… partner that I should know about?”

I frowned, feeling a little annoyed at the thought of her having someone else. While I liked to think I was open-minded, I didn’t like to share, and I tended to be exclusive in my relationships. If I didn’t have enough interest in someone to stop me from looking at someone else, then I didn’t bother holding onto those relationships, like with Sandra. There was no ring on Angela’s finger, I’d checked. That didn’t mean she couldn’t have a boyfriend. She was a beautiful woman.

Angela snorted, though I didn’t think it was out of amusement.

“Oh, you don’t have to worry about that,” she said, voice sarcastic. “I’ve been divorced for a while now, and I lost both my husband and my friends when the whole thing got finalized, so I usually just stay at home by myself.” she paused and hummed. “Actually, it’s why I moved back to New York, so you’re the only person I’ve had in this apartment since I moved in.”

I smiled. Not because she’d just admitted that she was alone, but that she wasn’t seeing anyone. Friends weren’t always that reliable. If the old ones abandoned you or betrayed you, all you had to do was find new ones. I’d been through it enough times myself, with people approaching me because they knew my family had wealth. I didn’t take it to heart, because I didn’t expect anything from most of them, anyway.