Forbidden Fantasies: A Steamy Erotica Collection

Elle’s POV

The second I twisted the knob and opened the door to Adrian’s room, the air hit me thick and heavy; filled with the musk of sweat and the unmistakable scent of sex. The sounds of wet slapping of skin to skin hit me like a punch.

There he was. My smug stepbrother. The one who had strutted around the house like he owned it and I was just a maid living there ever since Mom married his Dad three weeks ago.

Adrian, tall, broad-shouldered, cocky as hell; was on all fours in the middle of his king-sized bed. His back arched deeply with his bare ass lifted up and spread obscenely. Sweat was glistening across every inch of his sculpted body, dripping down his carved spine to his back.

His hole was stretched wide open around a thick, veiny cock that plunged in and out of him brutally with each deliberate thrust.

Each thrust made a slick, obscene squelch, and Adrian’s balls swung forward, slapping against his own thighs.

The stranger gripped Adrian’s hips so tightly his knuckles whitened. He rammed into him again, burying himself completely in his ass as if trying to explore every bit of space in his asshole.

Adrian’s head dropped toward with a low, guttural moan that vibrated through his whole body. His cock swung between his legs like a weapon; thick, long and curved upward, the fat head flushed dark pink and glistened with pre cum. It jerked with every punishing thrust he was receiving, leaking a white substance that poured onto the rumpled sheets below.

I stood at the doorway, frozen, the vanilla birthday cake box I had gotten for him was still clutched in my hands like some pathetic shield.

My brain screamed at me to run, but my feet couldn’t move. My pussy clenched hard, a sudden sting shot up through my legs that made my cotton panties soak from my wetness.

They hadn’t noticed that I had been here for a while.

Adrian’s head finally snapped up. His hazel eyes, which were usually narrowed in that superior, smug way, widened with shock, then narrowed with fury.

“What the fuck Elle?”

“Huh?” I stared, still dumbfounded.

His partner didn’t miss a chance. He kept fucking Adrian slow and deep, his hips rolling lazily that made Adrian arch his back even more.

He had a wicked grin on his face as he looked over Adrian’s shoulder straight at me. His eyes skimmed down my body, over to my tank top where my nipples had turned into pebble hard points to, down to my tiny denim shorts that barely covered my ass.

My pussy jolted from his stare.

“Well, damn. Birthday boy never mentioned his stepsister was this fucking hot. You wanna watch him get bred, sweetheart? Or you’d like to join the party?

“Shut the fuck up Jonathan,” Adrian snarled.

So that was his name…

Suddenly, Adrian made a welp sound as Jonathan slammed in really hard. A broken, needy