VELVET DESIRES: An Erotic Anthology

MY SISTER'S HUSBAND #5

I stumbled backward, my heart leaping violently into my throat, but my spine immediately hit the hard edge of the kitchen counter. I scrambled to slide away, but Aaron was too fast.

He closed the distance, slamming his hands down on the marble on either side of my hips. He caged me in, his broad, shirtless chest hovering inches from mine.

"A-Aaron, let me pass," I whispered frantically, my hands pressing against his solid chest to push him away, but it was like trying to move a brick wall. "Lucas is upstairs__"

“You look even more beautiful than I remembered,” he murmured, completely ignoring my plea. His eyes slowly dragged down my body, taking in my thin nightgown.

Heat flooded my cheeks and I could already feel myself getting wet between my thighs.

“Why are you still running from me, Sienna?” he asked, his voice low and rough. He brushed a strand of hair from my face, but his eyes were burning with hunger.

“Aaron, stop,” I breathed, my voice barely audible. “We can’t do this. You’re married to my sister.” He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against my ear.

His thumb smoothed over my lower lip, pressing just hard enough to force my mouth open slightly. I hated how much I craved it, I hated how my chest heaved against his bare skin, the friction sparking a fire between my thighs that I had spent eighteen months trying to douse.

"If you really didn't want this, Sienna," he murmured, his gaze dropping to the front of my thin nightgown, watching my n*****s harden through the fabric under his intense stare, "You wouldn't have come to this house. You would have stayed in another country. With him."

The mention of Lucas felt like a bucket of ice water, but before I could find my voice to protest, Aaron leaned closer. His lips brushed the sensitive skin just beneath my ear, sending an electric shock straight down my spine.

"He doesn't know you like I do," Aaron murmured softly, his large hand sliding down from my face, past my collarbone, until his palm rested flat against my racing heart. "You can lie to him all you want. But you can't lie to me.”

Before another protest could leave my throat, his large hands slid down and locked around my waist. His grip was bruising, completely anchoring me against him as he leaned down and captured my mouth in a deep kiss.

A quiet gasp escaped me, and he used the opportunity to slip his tongue past my lips, tasting me with a possessive hunger that completely consumed my senses.

I should have pushed him away. I should have remembered my sister sleeping upstairs, or Lucas in the guest room down the hall. Instead, a broken whimper escaped me as Aaron’s mouth claimed mine again. His tongue f****d my mouth the way I secretly wished his c**k would, while his large hands roamed down my body.

He kissed me like he owned me, his hands pulling my hips flush against his hard front, letting me feel exactly what he wanted to do to me.

In one motion, he lifted me onto the wide marble island. The cool stone against the backs of my bare thighs made me gasp my nightgown bunched around my waist, exposing my soaked panties to his hungry gaze. Moonlight spilled across my skin, highlighting the way my chest heaved and my n*****s strained visibly against the thin fabric.

“f**k….., look at you,” Aaron murmured, voice rough with lust. He ran one hand up my inner thigh, spreading me wider. “You’re already wet.”

His fingers hooked into the crotch of my panties and yanked them roughly to the side. Two thick fingers traced my swollen, dripping folds, spreading my slick arousal everywhere. I bit my lip hard, hips twitching.

“Aaron__”

He silenced me by plunging both fingers deep inside my cunt in one thrust, I arched sharply, a choked moan spilling from my throat. God, they were so thick stretching me open, curling instantly against that spot on my front wall that made my toes curl.

“That’s it,” he growled, pumping them slowly at first, letting me feel every inch. “You’ve been thinking about this for a whole year, haven’t you?”

His fingers f****d me with long, deep strokes that made my juices coat his hand and drip down onto the marble. He added a third finger, stretching me wider, and pressed his thumb firmly against my swollen c**t, rubbing tight, relentless circles.

My head fell back, mouth open in silent cries. The sensations were overwhelming: the cool marble under my ass, the burning heat between my legs, the filthy sounds of his fingers destroying my soaked cunt. Aaron leaned in, sucking hard on my neck while his hand worked faster.

“Does Lucas make you this messy?” He asked, “I bet he doesn’t. I bet he’s never felt this tight cunt flutter and cream the way it does for me.”

I shook my head desperately, but my hips were rolling shamelessly, f*****g myself on his thick fingers. The pressure built fast and heavy in my core, a deep, throbbing ache that made my walls clench rhythmically.

He dropped to one knee, eyes level with my spread p***y, his muscular arm flexing as three fingers disappeared inside me over and over, my pink folds stretched tight around them, juices glistening on his skin. He leaned forward and dragged his tongue over my c**t in long, slow licks, savoring the taste of me.

“Oh f**k!” I gasped, one hand flying to his hair, the other gripping the edge of the island so hard my knuckles turned white.

He sucked my c**t into his mouth, tongue flicking rapidly while his fingers curled and thrust harder, faster. The dual assault was devastating, my thighs began to tremble violently around his head.

“That’s my good girl,” he groaned against my c**t, the vibration sending sparks through me.

I couldn’t hold back anymore, the orgasm slammed into me like a tidal wave. My back arched sharply off the marble, eyes rolling back as my p***y spasmed violently around his fingers.

A hot rush of wetness sprayed out, soaking his hand, wrist, and the counter beneath me. I came hard, thighs shaking uncontrollably, biting my arm to muffle the loud, broken moans tearing from my throat.

But Aaron didn’t stop.

He kept fingering me through the orgasm, drawing it out, curling relentlessly against my G-spot while his tongue continued its merciless assault on my oversensitive c**t.

Another wave crashed over me almost immediately my juices squirted again, splashing against his chest as my body convulsed.

“f**k yes,” he growled, voice thick with satisfaction.

I was a wreck panting, whimpering, tears of overwhelming pleasure pricking my eyes. My nightgown clung to my sweaty skin, my thighs were shiny with my own arousal, and the marble beneath me was slick with puddles of my release.

Only when my legs stopped shaking did he finally slow down, gently easing his fingers out of my fluttering p***y. He brought them to my lips, eyes dark as he watched me suck my own juices off them obediently.

He leaned in, kissing me deeply so we could both taste my arousal on his tongue. He stepped back, adjusting the bulge in his sweatpants, and gave me one last arrogant smirk before melting back into the shadows of the house.

I sat there on the marble, legs still spread, chest heaving, p***y throbbing and leaking. The kitchen smelled unmistakably of s*x my thighs trembled as I slid down, already knowing I’d be touching myself again tonight thinking about his fingers.