Chapter 15 Forbidden Affair With My Brother in-law 5 🌶️🌶️🌶️
TATIANA'S POV
“UghㅡPleasㅡ” My words were broken off with each sharp thrust he delivered from behind me and it's all I can do not to collapse.
It has been 20 fucking minutes and he definitely had no intention of stopping anytime soon. 2 orgasms later and he still kept pounding inside me like he could go on forever without breaking a sweat.
His hand was tangled in my hair, pulling me back, his hips smacking against my ass forcefully as he pounded into me.
“You like that?” He grunted, slamming into me with a brutal force that made stars explode behind my eyes.
This was it. I was going to die here. That was how good it was. I was overstimulated but I didn't want him to ever stop. I needed him in my fucking blood, I needed him carved into my skin, I wanted him to crawl intoㅡ
A sharp thrust scrambled my thoughts and my fingers scrambled for purchase on the sheets, trying to find something to hold on to for leverage.
I'm beyond moans, reduced to a whimpering mess as the sinful sounds of skin meeting filled the room. “Fuck…fuck…fuck…” I cried out, feeling like my soul was trying to leave my body, while my pussy was throbbing and swollen from the previous orgasms.
I can’t take it for much longer. I was one second away from passing out due to exhaustion and overstimulation rolled into one.
“You're perfect… you feel that? Hm?” Jaxon growled, his palm meeting my ass cheek with a resounding echo that made me bury my face in the sheets, biting down hard on the material.
“I can't…” I whimpered, feeling pleasure build up reluctantly again as his pace hardened.
Gods, how many rounds does this man need to get off?
His hand snaked beneath me to flick my clit roughly, rubbing the swollen bud in slow firm circles that made me bite down harder on the sheets, tears brimming in my eyes. “You can…and you will.”
Without waiting for any vocal response from me, his fingers began to rub faster on my clit while his cock continued to hit deep inside meㅡover and over, until I'm shaking violently under me.
"Mmmph!" I moan-wailed as his fingers pinched my clit hard while he hit that spot deep inside again.
My body responded despite my protests ㅡmy pussy flooded with wetness around his thick shaft, my inner muscles tightening weakly. "Damn it..." I cursed softly, knowing he'll make me come again.
I can already feel it.
It feels like everything I shouldn't want but can't help but need. One thing is clear, I would beg for Jaxon any day and I wasn't ashamed to admit that he had me in a chokehold.
Suddenly, he pulled out and flipped me back over, his gaze locking onto my fucked out eyes, then he pressed in slowly and I arched off the sheets, toes curling. “Jaxon!” I squealed, feeling him stretching my well fucked pussy again.
One would think I had gotten used to it. Used to him. But it still felt like the first time.
He didn't answer, he leaned forward, tongue circling my nipples while his hips continued to smack into mine. A moan rippled out of my throat and I pressed my hands into his hair, forcing his face deeper into my chest.
Oh fuck, his mouth alternating between both breasts felt so good.
My breathing was ragged and I kept trying to swallow down the moans caught in my throat while he rammed into me relentlessly, pulling away from my chest as air cold brushed against me.
Something told me that if I placed my hand on my lower stomach, I would feel his length moving in me.
Before I could act on my impulsive thoughts, I heard itㅡ the low sound of an engine purring in the driveway.
Michael.
My eyes widened in terror and I immediately sat. “Jaxonㅡ”
The look in his eyes was nothing short of crazed as he pushed me back down with a thud, his hands lifting my hips to his waist before he slammed harder into me, making me almost slide off the bed.
My lips fell open and I stifled a scream.
Oh god, he was insane. He was fucking insane.
Michael was home. He would come into the house any moment and he would look for meㅡ
“Eyes here,” Jaxon growled under his breath, his fingers dipping into his mouth before finding my pussy, smearing my juices with his saliva.
My eyes rolled to the back of my head, my pussy clenching repeatedly around his thick shaft as the sound of the front door opening seemed to fade into the background.
The thrill that my husband could walk in and see me spread eagled while his brother fucked me, sent currents traveling through my body.
His hand gripped my throat, tight enough to cut off my air supply and his face drew into one of pain. “Fuck…” He slammed into me one more time, just as stars exploded behind my eyes and I let out a silent scream, convulsing as his cock continued to drag slowly in me, drawing out my orgasm and his.
Fuck.
“Tatiana?” Michael's voice boomed from downstairs and the haze cleared.
Shit.
Just as I wanted to push him off me, he leaned down and his lips met mine fervently. Our tongues met in a desperate attempt at dominance and I moaned into the kiss, tangling my fingers into his hair while his cock softened inside me.
Then he pulled away with a satisfied grin, pulling out of me slowly with a wet sound that left me feeling empty. “See you later, Tatiana.” He pressed another kiss to my forehead.
My legs wobbled as I hurriedly grabbed my clothes, barely buttoning my shirt all the day before I rushed out of the room, fingers trying to tame my mussed hair.
Fuck.
My knees knocked as I walked down the stairs, feeling his sticky cum drip down my thighs.
Micheal was just dropping his bag on the chair, adjusting his tie. Then, he looked up at me with a blank expression. “Took you long enough, were you sleeping or something?” He asked gruffly.
The scent of perfume drifted off him heavily but I couldn't bring myself to care again.
Jaxon was right. How did I put up with this son of a bitch for so long?
“Yeah,” I muttered, taking a step forward and almost tripping over my feet as my pussy ached.
Shit.
If he noticed, he didn't call it out, just pointed to a paper on the table. “Sign it.”
My brows furrowed and I grabbed the paper, reading through it.
DIVORCE PAPERS
A bitter laugh escaped me and I almost spat in his face.
He would expect me to beg like always. But I had already gotten a taste of what it felt to have someone who worshipped me and I was never going back.
I grabbed the pen off the table much to his astonishment without saying anything. Then, I signed it and straightened up, feeling the mix of my juices with Jaxon's cum still dripping out of my pussy under my dress.
“Here and just so you know…” I leaned forward, my breath ghosting over his ear. “You're a terrible fuck.”
His face paled as I walked back up the stairs.
He could think about that for ages.
But at the end of the day, I knew who I needed.
Jaxon.