Off Limits: A Forbidden And Seduction Erotica Compilation

My Fiance's Brother IV

Eva

I reached out, my fingers trembling slightly as I brushed them against the fabric of his trousers.

I could feel the hard outline of him beneath the fabric.

I moved my hand slowly, stroking him through the cloth, and a low, wild sound vibrated in his chest.

It wasn't the quick, impatient grunt I was used to from Julian; it was a sound of pure, unadulterated want.

I reached for his belt buckle, my heart hammering against my ribs as I undid it, the metallic click echoing in the room.

He helped me, pushing his trousers down until they pooled around his knees.

As the fabric fell, I gasped.

His boxers were already stained with a dark, wet patch of precum. The sight of it, the physical evidence of how much I had him affected sent a surge of power through me that was almost dizzying.

Julian had never been like this.

I hooked my fingers into the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down. They joined his trousers at his knees, and then he was there.

He was beautiful. That was the only word for it. His d**k was thick, easily the size of my forearm, veiny and pulsing with a life of its own. The head was already slick, spewed with precum that glistened under the soft amber glow of the bedside lamp.

My eyes went wide, my breath catching in my throat. I had never seen anything so... imposing.

"Like what you see?" Sebastian whispered

I could only nod, my voice lost somewhere in the heat of the room. I reached out, my palms closing around him.

My hands couldn't even meet around his girth. I began to stroke him, a slow, upward motion that made his abs clench into hard ridges.

I leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to the side of the shaft, tasting the salt of him

I lowered myself until I was eye level with him. I reached out with my tongue, giving him one long, flat lick from the very base all the way to the tip.

Sebastian shivered, a violent tremor that shook his entire frame.

I looked up at him through my lashes. It was just a lick, a single touch of my tongue and I had already made him lose his grip. Julian had never lost control over me like this. Not once.

"Has it been a long time since you had this?" I asked, my voice a soft dare.

He looked down at me, his eyes dilated until they were almost entirely black. "Since the moment I set eyes on you, Eva," he rasped, "no other woman has existed to me. It’s been a lifetime of waiting for this."

The weight of his words hit me in the center of my chest. I gave him another long, slow lick, base to tip, and then I focused on the I swirled my tongue over the tip slowly, watching the way he folded his palms into fists.

I opened my mouth and took him in.

I went down halfway, bobbing my head, taking as much of his thickness as I could. My hair fell forward, obscuring my vision, but Sebastian’s hands were there instantly. He gently gathered my hair and held it behind my head, his touch so tender it made my eyes sting.

I pulled back with a wet plop sound, looking for a better angle. I dived back in, taking more of him this time, my throat tightening as I tried to accommodate his size. Sebastian started to groan, a deep, rhythmic sound that harmonized with the pounding of my heart.

"You're doing so good, baby," he choked out.

The praise was like fuel. I wanted to ruin him. I wanted to hear him break. I amped up the pace, licking the tip and sucking until I heard him gasp. I spit onto my hands, making everything sloppy and wet as I stroked him in a circular motion, my tongue never leaving his tip.

I looked up, meeting his eyes. His head was tipped back, his eyes closed, his jaw locked tight. I spit more, making it a messy experience.

I lowered my head again, taking every inch of him until he was buried deep in my throat. I hummed, the vibration of my voice echoing through him, and I felt every muscle in his body flex.

"f**k, Eva," he moaned, his breathing coming in jagged, rough bursts. "It’s taking everything in me not to hold you down and f**k your mouth."

I ran my lips along the side of his d**k, looking up at him with a challenge in my eyes. "Do it."

"f**k, baby," he whispered.

He moved with a sudden, predatory grace. He stepped out of his clothes completely and lifted me onto the bed.

He hovered over me, his forearms braced on either side of my head. I looked at his body: the broad shoulders, the defined chest and realized he must spend half his life in the gym just to look like this. His d**k dangled over my stomach, hot and heavy.

He kissed me deeply, his tongue invading my mouth with a possessive heat. He broke the kiss just as I was starting to lose myself in it.

"This is all about you," he whispered against my lips. "Tell me what you want, Eva. Tell me everything you’ve ever fantasized about. I’ll make it all come true."

I blinked, stunned. Julian had never asked me what I wanted. s*x with him was a routine, a task to be completed. But Sebastian was looking at me like my pleasure was the only thing that mattered in the universe.

"I... I don't know where to start," I whispered. "Just... slip it in. I'll tell you then."

He nodded, kissing my forehead. I lifted my legs, holding them at the back of my knees, opening myself completely to him.

"You want it like this?" he asked, his voice low.

"Yes," I breathed.

He ran two fingers along my length first, checking my wetness, before positioning himself at my entrance. He waited for a heartbeat, his eyes locked on mine, and then he pushed.

He only put in the tip and half the length, but it was enough to make my breath catch.

"Oh... it's so big," I moaned, my walls stretching to accommodate him.

"I know, baby," he whispered, kissing me softly. "But it's yours. You can take it."

He stayed there, letting me adjust to the feel of him. He looked down at me with an expression that was so tender it made me ache.

"Do you remember the beach?" he asked, his voice a soft murmur. "That silver bikini... I had to leave because I couldn't stop thinking about ripping it off you and taking you right there in the sand."

I gave a breathy giggle, my hands moving to his shoulders. "I thought you hated my snacks."

He pushed out an inch and then slammed back in, deeper this time. I gasped, my toes curling.

"The snacks were heavenly," he said, "but you were the only snack I wanted."

He lifted my legs, holding them by the thighs to keep me splayed open. "Ready?"

"Yes," I whispered. "Go slow."

He pushed in slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. "Are you okay? Is it too much?"

"No," I groaned, my hips lifting to meet him. "Go harder. Faster."

He obeyed. He began to pound into me, withdrawing almost to the tip before slamming all the way home.

The sound of our bodies meeting, the wet, rhythmic slap of skin filled the room. I was dripping for him, my body welcoming his length with a desperation I didn't know I possessed.

"You're doing so good, Eva. Taking all of me," he encouraged.

He released my legs and leaned down to bury his face in my breasts. He circled one n****e with his tongue and then the other, his hands snaking under my waist to pull me harder against him. Every muscle in his back was tense, his restraint visible in the way he gritted his teeth.

"Fast," I begged, my head tossing on the pillow. "Sebastian, go faster."

"You sure?"

"Yes!"

He grabbed my legs and hiked them over his shoulders, changing the angle so he could bottom out with every thrust. My moans turned into screams.

"Play with it," I choked out, reaching down toward my c**t.

He beat me to it, his thumb finding my center and rubbing in a fast, circular motion that sent jolts of electricity through my spine. I tried to put my hand over my mouth to stifle the noise, but he pulled it away.

"No," he growled. "You're not allowed to hold back. I want to hear every sound you make."

I wrapped my legs around his waist, forcing him to hover above me. "I want... I’ve always wanted to sit on someone’s face while they ate me out."

Sebastian didn't hesitate. "What's stopping you?"

He flipped us in one motion. Suddenly, I was on top, straddling his chest. I hovered over his face, hesitant for a second.

He didn't give me time to overthink it. He grabbed my hips and pulled me down, his tongue finding my c**t instantly.

He devoured me. He used his tongue flat against me, then flicked the tip with a precision that had me screaming his name. He stuck his tongue inside me, tongue-f*****g me while I ground my c**t against his nose, desperate for the friction.

I felt my climax approaching as everything in me tightened. He didn't even have time to warn him before I burst, my walls clamping down on his tongue as I came violently all over his face.

I collapsed onto his chest, gasping for air. "I'm sorry... I almost stopped your breathing," I panted.

Sebastian pulled me up, kissing me deeply. His face was wet, his eyes shining. "There’s nothing to apologize for, Eva. It would have been a marvelous way to go."

I lay on his chest, noticing his d**k was still hard. I reached up to his face and planted a kiss on his lips, tasting my juices.

“I don’t want you to hold back. Do what you want with me.” I said.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” He protested.

“Try me.”

He smirked and then turned me to my side, lifting my leg and slipping into me from behind.

He snaked his hand through my legs to hold me by the waist, stabilizing us as he began to pound into me with a raw, primal energy. The sound of flesh hitting flesh was deafening.

He flipped me again, lying on his back and pulling me on top of him, my back to his chest. "Ride it," he commanded.

I did. I bounced and ground against him, going almost all the way to the tip before slamming back down. Sebastian growled, his toes curling against the sheets. He reached out and delivered a sharp spank to my ass, the sting sending a fresh jolt of pleasure through me.

"Again," he urged.

I lifted myself to the very top and slammed down. He couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed my legs, lifting them off the bed so I was reclining against him, and he began to thrust his hips upward with a frantic, desperate speed.

We were both moaning unintelligible things, the world reduced to the friction between us.

"Eva... I'm going to c*m," he choked out.

He pulled out just in time. I didn't let him go; I immediately took him into my mouth, swirling my tongue over the head and sucking until his hands found my hair.

"Do you want it?" he gasped. "In your mouth?"

I nodded, my tongue never stopping its work. He grabbed my head tighter, his grunts turning into a low roar as he shook, releasing his entire load into my mouth. I swallowed every drop.

We fell back onto the bed, limbs tangled, chests heaving. Sebastian immediately curled around me, pulling me into the crook of his arm. He leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to my forehead.

"Thank you," he whispered.

"I never knew... I never knew it could be like that," I said, my voice small.

He smiled, kissing my eyelids, my nose, my cheeks, and finally my lips. He hugged me tighter, his heart beating against my back.

"I love you, Eva," he said, and for the first time, I believed it. "I can't give you back to him. Not after this. You've made me an addict."

"But the wedding," I whispered. "It's in a week."

"Don't marry him," Sebastian said, his voice firm. "Marry me instead."

"But how? How do I tell the family? What if Julian won't let me go?"

Sebastian tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. "You tell him you're done. Leave the rest to me.”