Seducing My Husband's Brother

Open Invitation

PURITY

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My p***y tightens beneath his gaze, the throbbing intensifying.

He's been standing there for more than a minute now, just staring, and I can swear that, at one point, he drooled.

To be clear that this is an open invite to come join me in bed, I stretch my hand out, beckoning to him. "Come."

First, his hands ball beside him, the veins popping out from beneath the field of hair and twist of tattoo.

He's still holding back.

To encourage him, because I'm all about leadership, I slap my hand against my cunt. "Hhm." Then I slip two fingers in, slowly finger-f*****g myself while I watch as my actions drive him crazy.

"Uh, ffuck." I throw my head back, but immediately fix that error. I need to see him. To see all his reactions.

Under his gaze, it doesn't take long before the walls of my cunt tighten around my fingers, clamping on them like a vice.

"Ugh!" My eyes detach from his face as I twist in response to the heat building up within. "Uhh..." My eyes roll back, and I grab my breast, pinching my n****e hard, twisting and flicking to create any form of sensation. My core tightens again, and I all but scream. Then it all comes crashing down. A mind-blowing release, wetting my palm.

Heaving, I lay sprawled on the bed, too weak to move even a limb. m**********g when someone is watching is definitely a different level s**t. I need to try this more often.

With my eyes still closed, I feel the feet of the mattress dip, like something, or someone heavy, is pressing on it.

"Pft." I exhale, relief washing over me.

Then I open my eyes to the sight of Marco crawling up the bed, green eyes fixed on me.

I try welcoming him with open arms, but instead, he grabs my thighs and pulls my legs apart, roughly.

"Uh." I spread them even more, sinking my teeth into my lips.

First, he runs a finger over my wet cunt. Then, he lowers his face, swallowing me whole.

"f**k!" I grab a handful of his brown hair, pushing his head into me, urging for more.

"Humph," he groans into me, his tongue running over my opening before stopping at my c**t, flicking and pressing.

I bury my nails in his hair and arch my head back. "Uh! Fuck."

With his tongue still sucking on my sensitive area, he slips a finger or two inside, thrusting with an intensity I'm sure I've never used on myself before.

"Ugh!" I press my hand against my lips, trying to stop my pleasure sounds.

He pulls away to kneel in front of me, his eyes ravaging my open cunt. Suddenly, he slaps my cunt, the sound reverberating through the room.

"f**k!" I scream, but immediately bite my tongue. "Hhhmm."

He repeats the action, and an uncontrollable tingle of desire bursts in my c**t, shooting straight to my core.

Satisfied, he pushes back down, once again burying his face between my thighs.

At this point, I'm out of breath, my body slowly going limp in his hands. Two explosive orgasms, and soon another. I'm not sure my body will be able to take it.

With a last twirl of his tongue, I burst, coming in his mouth, and he licks it up, cleaning my sensitive folds with his tongue.

My heart slows as I calm down, my breathing gradually evening out, but he doesn't let me recover.

Once done with my cunt, he moves up, dropping on top of me.

His green eyes are clouded, a thick, translucent sheen of something, maybe desire, coating them—making them glassy.

He drops his gaze to my lips, and I can tell he wants a taste.

Without confirming verbally, I push my head closer to him and lock our lips in a furious kiss.

Okay, Marco is wilder than I imagined. First it was those slaps, and now this kiss. The way his mouth glides furiously over mine, the way his tongue ravages my insides, reaching deep like he's trying to uncover some hidden treasure, and the way he's not holding back like he's lost all self-control. I'm proud to announce that all of this is because of me.

When he finally draws away, he has almost kissed my breath away.

I lie on my back, trying to steady my breathing, my eyes locked on his. Then a slow, creepy but sure smile stretches his lips, a fraction of his white teeth appearing from behind his wetted mouth.

It's tempting to ask why, but I remain quiet, focused only on regulating my heartbeat.

He breaks our eye contact and shakes his head. "The boss is going to kill me."

Slapping my hands on his cheeks, I redirect his beautiful green eyes back to me. "No." I shake my head. "I won't allow it." I will not allow Ryat to touch you. This isn't sentiment, but I definitely do not want the black widow reputation. Sebastian was a calculated result. I'm not having men drop just because they f****d this p***y. No.

One side of his lips pulls as he scoffs, nodding slowly. It's as if he doesn't trust that I could protect him.

I'm about to continue assuring him when he pulls back, kneeling between my legs as he retrieves something from his pocket. "Wait," he murmurs, and I watch him roll on a condom, green eyes locked on mine the entire time. The sight makes my p***y throb even more, anticipation coiling tighter in my core.

After he's done, he falls back on me, his hard chest pressing against my breast, his tip just at my entrance, making my p***y gush yet again.

"Should I?" His eyes are soft, almost imploring.

I asked this man to join me in bed, yet he's pleading for access. Show me a hotter dude.

With a single nod and a small smile, I confirm my conviction. "You should. Ugh!"

He slams into me like a hungry beast.

"Fuuuckk!"

"You asked for this," his voice is almost unrecognizable, coated with sheer desire. "Does it hurt?"

I shake my head. "Only in the good ways," my voice thick, labored.

He continues to slam into my cunt like it's the only right thing to do in the world, his girth widening me. From all the times I've seen his erection through his pants, and that one time I grabbed it from outside his jeans, I knew he wasn't a small man. But this... this feels like I'm being ravaged by a monster.

My nails dig into his back, almost tearing him. "Uhh."

He keeps the pace up, and it's almost too much for me, but Citali didn't birth a quitter.

I circle my arms around his neck for support while I lean into his maddening pace.

"Humph." He grunts into the nape of my neck, and the vibration almost sends me over the edge.

My core tightens, gripping his girth, and I feel the pleasure gather right at the tip of my cunt. I will come on the next thrust. f*****g yes. Then he stops.

I push my back up, my eyes dropping to where we're connected, his c**k still buried deep inside me but unmoving. "What are you doing?" I hiss, glaring at him.

He pulls that stupid smile again, and I have the urge to punch it off his face.

Without answering, he slowly begins to pull out. I look down between us and watch as his veiny c**k withdraws from my wet cunt, his erection still raging, my body still aching.

I hope to f**k he's not one of those who believe it's only considered f*****g if an orgasm is involved. Because I'd make sure he knows that even just eating me out is enough for Ryat to put a bullet in his head.

Fully withdrawn, he stays there, watching my reaction, which, by the way, is not good.

Then, without warning, he grabs my ass and flips me over.

"Uh." I try to process what just happened, but his voice cuts in first.

"Put that ass in the air, ma'am."

Is it crazy that calling me "ma'am" while f*****g my brains out turns me on this much?

I obey, lifting my ass so my p***y is fully on display.

His finger traces my opening first, and I squirm, pushing my ass higher. I don't need teasing right now. I need his c**k.

A finger slips in, and I inhale sharply, biting my lip. I twist my neck, trying to see what he's doing, only to realize you barely see anything from this angle, so I settle for what little I can.

His eyes are fixed on my opening as his finger plays with my c**t, his c**k fisted in the other hand, still not stroking. He is built big, but definitely not comparable to—

No. No. No. No.

Finally, he gets into position, and I brace myself for that rough rhythm again.

Without permission this time, he invades me, and that single thrust almost sends me shaking apart.

His thrusts are just as hard as before, like he's pouring every ounce of frustration into me.

"Ugh." "Fuck." "Yes!" "Ugh!"

One last stroke, and I shatter, melting around his c**k.

Slap!

The sweet pain shoots from my ass straight to my core.

"Fuck." He breathes. "This won’t end well."