Dirty Sext (Accidental Stepbrother 3)

“What about you?”

“What about me?”

“Sandra?” She prompted, right eyebrow raised.

“If you’re worried about her, you don’t have to be. We went on a few dates, but I made it clear to her that there’s no longer anything between us. And if what bothers you is that she might suspect something, then don’t worry, because she doesn’t.”

She went silent for a moment, and I grinned as I rolled us over, so I lay above her.

“There’s also no need to worry about your lack of friends. You won’t be needing anyone besides me for a long while.”

She rolled her eyes. “Who do you think you are, huh?”

I smirked. “The man that just fucked you senseless?”

Angela had nothing to say to that.

I undid the buttons of my shirt and shoved my slacks, briefs, and shorts off. Angela just lay back and stared at me, mouth falling open as she stared at my chest and abs before her eyes moved lower. I grinned, kneeling in front of her. I’d turned the lights in her room on, so she had a clear view of me.

“See something you like?” I teased.

I was very serious when it came to a meeting, so I knew my body looked good from plenty of workouts to keep in shape.

She pursed her lips, and was still for some seconds, before she lifted her hands and placed them on my chest, slowly running them over my pecs, then down, tracing my abs.

I cursed, moving her hands aside as I lowered my body on top of hers, parting her thighs with my knees.

“Wrap your legs around me,” I commanded, leaning down to nip at her jaw.

Angela gasped, body squirming in delight when I pressed my growing erection against her sex. I rolled my hips, nudging against her, watching in satisfaction as her body trembled, and she did what I wanted. I kissed her, reaching one hand between us to hold my cock and guide the head to her entrance, before thrusting my hips until my entire cock was buried inside her.

I let out a shaky sigh as Angela groaned and tightened her limbs around me. I pecked her lips, her cheeks, moving down to her neck. When I got the time and space to, I was going to explore her more thoroughly, but I didn’t have my usual control.

“Ben,” she whimpered my name, nipping at my ear. “Fuck me, faster. I want your cock so deep inside me I can feel it tomorrow.”

I froze in shock for a second, then I cursed. I thrust my hips, starting out slow before picking up the pace. My hips rolled, grinding me hard against her as I fucked her, and I could hear her voice grow louder, more desperate, the closer I pushed her to orgasm. Angela looked prim and proper whenever she was in the classroom, but even with her texts as an indication, I was still surprised to find she had such a dirty mouth.

Her words got their desired effect, working to drive me crazy. I went faster and faster, the sound of my skin slapping against hers loud in the room, but nearly drowned out by her cries and moans. I felt sweat trickle down the length of my spine, down my neck, my body working hard and fast.

I gave her everything she wanted, everything she asked for, and she still kept crying out more.

Fuck, but I had to admit, it was damn hot.

“You want more?” I growled, sucking on her earlobe. “What more do you want, Angela? Fuck, I’m giving you all I’ve got already.”

Then, I wrapped my arms around her, and she yelped as I shifted, so I was on my knees with her seated in my lap. I was so close, and with how her walls were gripping me, she had to be close, too. I held her tight by the waist, holding her still as I thrust up into her body. Angela let out a strangled sound as she bounced in my lap.

“Fuck, Ben! So deep…”

She practically sobbed as her head fell back on her neck, even as her arms hugged tight around my head. We climaxed at the same time. Angela let out a moan, dragging it out as her body shuddered in my arms.

Afterwards, we both fell into the bed, exhausted, limbs tangled together. Totally relaxed, lost to the world, we held each other and fell asleep.Chapter Twelve

AngelaI leaned back against the desk and stared at my phone. This wasn’t right. I knew it, but Ben kept texting me, and I couldn’t help texting back, even though I was still in the middle of class. I was sure my students were wondering what was going on because I definitely wasn’t acting like my usual self. I could be giving myself away, but I didn’t care.

Not that long ago, I hadn't liked Ben, at all. Now, for the past few days, he’d been showing up at my place, we’d have sex, then he would leave in the morning before I went to work. I still found it pretty unbelievable, but he texted me every time he had classes, except when he was in mine.