Derek My Obsession

Chapter 5

Silvia pov

He seemed different like this. Looking straight at him rather than up.

“How long has it been, Silvia? Really?” “ A few days,” I mumbled, feeling like an i***t. Why does he even need to know that? Does that make me less attractive to him somehow? Or more?

“I’ll take this first one easy, okay?” he whispered, and the softness in his voice made me almost burst into tears. He doesn’t wait for an answer before he edges the tip of his length inside me, stretched me wide.

It burns, but it feels so damn good too. I wrapped my arms and legs around him, burying my face against his neck as he eases in deeper.

“You’re so f*****g tight,” he hissed through clenched teeth. Then he takes hold of my legs and unwraps them from around his waist.

“I need you to let me in, Silvia,” he groans, full of frustration and impatience. He hooks his forearms under my knees, pulling my hips toward him and spreading my thighs wide open. I suppose all that Pilates paid off after all. My heart starts beating wildly, he is just a beast in making a woman wet. I can't wait for him to f**k me hard.

My heart started beating wildly as he looked at me. So exposed and open and vulnerable.

“Your cunt looks so good being stretched by my c**k,” he groaned, and I reward him with a moan as my p***y squeezes around him.

“Just keep holding on to me,” he growled as he slides a little deeper, and wet heat floods my p***y. I cling to his neck, dragging my lips over his skin as his muscles vibrate with the effort of holding himself back.

I felt the raw power in every muscle of his body, and the fact that he’s trying to be gentle makes my heart ache. This is sweet. I've never thought of such a demure s*x with anyone not to talk of my stepbrother.

A burning desire to have him deep inside me, until there is no space left between us.

My p***y throbbed with a deep, carnal longing for his c**k. Dusting my lips over the skin of his neck, I smile as it elicits a deep growl in his throat.

“I want more,” I whispered. “More?” “For the love of God. Just f**k me,” I pleaded, surprised at my own words because I have never, ever, begged to be f****d before.

And certainly not by a man who happens to be my stepbrother. He curses underneath him as he drives all the way inside me.

I pressed my mouth against his skin, muffling my cries of pleasure tinged with pain as he fills me.

I try to squeeze my thighs, but he holds me opened as he slides out before driving back inside. Warmth flooded my hot channel. Each time he pulled out and thrusts back in, my p***y rewards him with more slick heat.

“Oh f**k,” I whimpered in his ear as he groaned in mine.

“You feel so f*****g good. This cunt… I knew it would…” He thrusts harder, and I almost pass out as the crown of his c**k rubs against something inside me that makes me scream in pleasure.

When he pulled out of me a few seconds later, the wet sound that echoed around the small room made my cheeks burn with heat.

He was wearing a condom, so that was all me. He pulled the condom off and tossed it into the trash can. I lean against the counter with my legs wobbling like Jell-O and wondering what happens now. This is unfamiliar territory for me. But then he grabbed hold of my hand and pulled me with him as he started walking out of the door.

“Where are we going?” I whispered. Someone might see us? What are you trying to do Derek? I asked.

Despite what we just did in his room, I felt nervous and kind of awkward as we approached my room. We walked in. I was satisfied, rolling my eyes at him. I stood next to my king-sized bed with pristine white cotton sheets. He stalks toward me, and it makes a shiver run the length of my spine. I am so out of my depth here I just might drown.

He ran his fingertips over my cheek. “Why are you so nervous, Silvia, I thought you wanted this?” he asked in a deep, commanding tone that makes goosebumps prickle out all over my body.

“This isn’t… I don’t usually do this kind of thing,” I said, my voice little more than a whisper. “Have s*x?” he asked with a flicker of amusement.

“With strangers, who happens to be your stepbrother?”

“Common, Silvia, let's pick up where we left off. If you're uncomfortable, just tell me, and I won't disturb you again,” he said, while I looked at him nervously. Who wouldn't want to be with a professional?

I discreetly wiped my sweaty palm on my shirt, my heart pounding with anxiety as I nodded without hesitation.

“I crave more of you, Derek.”