Chapter 19 Fuck me harder, Alpha Stepbrother (5)

Chapter 19 Fuck me harder, Alpha Stepbrother (5)
~ARIA~

Damon’s eyes darkened instantly, as if my words had stirred something deep and hungry inside him.

He leaned in, his lips finding my neck, kissing and sucking softly at my skin.

His mouth trailed upward, brushing along my jaw before reaching my cheek.

He paused, pulling back just enough to look down at my lips.

His gaze flicked from my mouth to my eyes, then back to my mouth again, and I knew exactly what he was about to do.

“Don’t kiss m—“

My words were cut off as Damon’s mouth crashed onto mine.

I pressed against the hard muscle of his chest, but he didn’t budge. 

His kiss was relentless and demanding, drowning out my weak protests. 

A low groan rumbled from his throat into my mouth. 

My resistance melted, my body betraying me as I kissed him back, our lips moving together in heated rhythm.

Damon pulled back, both of us gasping for air.

In a single fluid motion, he slid an arm under my knees and one behind my back, lifting me effortlessly. 

He laid me down on my bed and was instantly over me, his lips crashing onto mine again before I could even catch my breath.

“Wait, wait,” I gasped, trying to pull away.

But Damon ignored me. 

He slid away from my mouth and kissed down my jaw to my neck, his tongue tasting my skin. 

He trailed lower, pushing my pajama shirt up, his lips pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses across my stomach that made me shiver. 

Rising with my pajamas shirt, Damon immediately took my left nipple into his mouth, sucking hard while his tongue circled the peak.

“Ah!” I cried out, my back arching.

“Damon… stop,” I managed to say, my voice strained. “I don’t want foreplay. Just fuck me already so we can get this over with.”

Damon pulled away from my breast with a wet, slick sound, his eyes locking onto mine. 

He moved back up, kissing me deeply and slowly. 

“Where’s the condom?” he murmured against my lips. “We can’t do it raw. I don’t want you getting pregnant… and I’m definitely not ready to be a father.” He smirked.

I smacked his chest. “Like I’d ever want to get pregnant with your kid.”

Damon laughed. “Looks like we’re on the same page, then.”

I shifted, reaching for the top drawer of my nightstand. 

My fingers fumbled around before I pulled out a full roll of condoms. 

Damon took it from my hand, raising an eyebrow.

“Wow, you really came prepared. Think this will be enough?” he asked, glancing at the roll.

“Asshole,” I breathed.

Damon chuckled, tearing a condom packet from the roll before tossing the rest aside.

He held the condom packet between his lips as he shifted from on top to the side of the bed, never breaking eye contact with me.

In one fluid motion, he pulled his shirt over his head and pushed his pants and boxers down, kicking them aside. 

Damon was completely naked now. 

My eyes followed him, traveling over the defined muscles of his chest and stomach.

Oh, God. 

Damon was…. so fucking sexy.

What the hell was I even thinking right now?

Ugh, no. Stop it.

I shook my head, forcing the thoughts from my mind.

Damon took the condom packet from his mouth, holding it between his fingers. 

“Take off your shirt. I can’t be the only one naked,” he said.

I tugged my shirt over my head and tossed it aside. 

The cool air brushed my skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat of Damon’s gaze. 

His eyes roamed over me, from my breasts down to my thighs. 

Instinctively, I brought my hands up to cover myself.

“Stop looking at me like that,” I murmured.

“Are you shy?” Damon asked, a smile tugging at his lips.

“I’m not… it’s just—” I faltered, unable to put the uneasy feeling in my chest into words.

Damon gently pulled my hands away from my body.

“You need to relax, okay?” he said softly.

I nodded. “I’ll try.”

Damon slid beneath me, spreading my legs and settling himself between them.

With his teeth, he tore open the condom packet and pulled out the latex ring, lining it up with the head of his cock. 

My eyes widened as I took in the sight of his cock.

It was huge, thick, and hard, standing rigid against his stomach, veins pulsing along the length.

He was not only handsome and sexy, he also had a big cock. 

I couldn’t help thinking, ‘No wonder girls drool over him.’

Once Damon rolled the condom all the way down his cock, he looked up at me, catching my stunned expression.

“Don’t be scared,” he murmured, moving closer between my legs, his cock just inches from my pussy. “It’ll fit, I promise.”

I shook my head, my pussy already clenching at the sight. “I don’t think it will fit.”

Damon leaned down and kissed me softly. “It will,” he whispered against my lips. “Trust me.”

“I don’t trust you,” I breathed.

“You should,” Damon said, leaning up. 

I wanted to back out, to say no and run, but the persistent throb in my pussy screamed for relief, and my heat made it impossible to resist.

“Please… release more of your pheromones,” I begged. “It’ll help me.”

Damon nodded, and a fresh, potent wave of his pheromone rolled off him, washing over me. 

It fogged my mind, blurring the edges of my fear and replacing them with raw desire.

“Are you ready?” Damon asked.

I nodded, too breathless to speak.

Damon positioned the broad head of his big cock against my wet entrance. 

My pussy quivered, straining to accept his cock.

“I’m going in,” Damon warned.

He eased the head of his cock inside my pussy, then slowly pushed his length in, inch by inch.

My body tensed with every stretch, every press making me shiver.

“Fuck!” I screamed, throwing my head back. 

My eyes widened, pain ripping through me, a sharp, stretching burn as my body struggled to take Damon’s immense cock.

Every inch, every vein of his cock pressed and stretched my pussy to its absolute limit.

I was in pure, searing pain.

I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Stop! I can’t… it’s too much! Damon, please, stop!” I cried, pushing against his hard chest.