Craved By My Ex's Brother: A Taboo Affair

Sin And Silk

Vivian took a deep breath, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement. Tonight was about letting go, about reclaiming her confidence, and maybe even finding a little fun amidst the heartbreak.

She set her drink down, squared her shoulders, and began walking toward the mysterious older man at the bar.

“Time to get f****d till my legs crumble” she muttered to herself, smiling sheepishly as she swayed her hips.

As she approached, his eyes met hers, and a slow, knowing smile curved his lips. He didn't say anything at first, simply watching her with a smoldering intensity that made her pulse quicken. Finally, he leaned forward, his voice low and smooth as velvet.

"Did your friend send you over here to meet me?" he asked, his gaze never wavering.

Vivian laughed softly, feeling a spark of boldness that surprised even her. "Maybe... but I might’ve come over here on my own too. " she replied, matching his intensity with a confident smile as she bit her lips puckering her breast.

He leaned in, his eyes smoldering as they swept over her in a slow, deliberate assessment that lingered on every curve. "You walk in here looking like sin wrapped in silk, and you expect me to behave?" he murmured, his voice a rough, low growl that curled right around her spine. "You have no idea what you're asking for."

Vivian’s lips curved into a dangerous smirk as she traced a finger over his chest, feeling the hard muscle under the thin fabric.

"I’m not asking," she whispered, voice daring, wicked. Her eyes flashed with challenge as she leaned in, her lips brushing the stubble along his jaw. "But it sounds like you’re the one who can’t keep up."

He chuckled, dark and dirty, the sound rippling through her. "Is that so?" His hand slid down, firm and possessive, gripping her waist and pulling her against him.

"Careful, sweetheart," he warned, his thumb brushing tantalizingly over her hip. "I play for keeps. I’d have you begging before you even knew what hit you."

A shiver ran through her, but she met his gaze, unflinching, hungry. "Show me," she dared, her voice dripping with challenge as her hands trailed down his chest, teasing, provoking. "Or are you all talks?" Her gaze flicked down to his mouth, and she bit her lip, savoring the tension tightening between them.

His jaw clenched, and his eyes darkened, a predatory gleam lighting them up.

"Sweetheart, when I’m done with you, you won’t remember your own damn name." He moved in, his breath hot against her skin, as his fingers traced maddening circles along her waist, inching lower. "I’ll have you on your knees, and you’ll be thanking me for it."

Vivian’s breath hitched, but she gave him a sultry smile, meeting his gaze with a fierce spark. "Promises, promises." She let her fingers drift lower, teasing him, her touch featherlight but full of wicked intent. "Let’s see if you can handle me first."

A low, dangerous growl escaped him, and his hand slid to the small of her back, pulling her flush against him. "Oh, I’ll handle you, all right." His mouth brushed her ear, his voice a rough whisper that sent heat pulsing through her. "And I’m going to make you scream every filthy word you never knew you had in you."

He leaned closer, their breaths mingling as his voice dipped to a seductive growl. "I’m not like those f*****g little boys you’ve f****d before, kitten. Oh, I’d f**k you. Your legs would whimper and betray you."

Vivian’s heart raced, a delicious thrill coursing through her. She met his heated gaze, eyes gleaming with challenge. "Is that so? You think you can make me weak?"

He chuckled, dark and sultry, brushing his lips tantalizingly close to hers. "I’d f**k you to the point that you go to another realm entirely." His hands gripped her waist, pulling her flush against him, his voice dropping lower. "Every touch, every thrust, would shatter your reality until all you know is me."

Vivian felt a rush of heat in her p***y and she tightened her thighs together. This action made him smirk. He knew exactly what he was doing to her.

“Oh, you’re clutching your thighs together, kitten?” His voice dripped with wicked delight as he pulled her closer, his hands sliding between her thighs. “Are you wet for daddy?”

“Oh my God,” she gasped, her cheeks flushing, heart racing as heat pooled low in her belly.

He grinned, a devilish spark in his eyes, and pressed his hand against her panties, fingers exploring her warmth. “You’re soaking wet, kitten. f**k!” His lips found hers, biting down softly, a mix of passion and dominance that sent shivers through her. “Can you feel that? It’s all for me.”

Vivian’s breath hitched as he pushed harder, every touch igniting a fire within her. “You like that, don’t you? The way I touch you, the way I make you feel?”

She could barely respond, overwhelmed by the pleasure building inside her. “Yes… I—”

“Shh, let me hear you,” he murmured, capturing her lips again, his fingers curling deeper, drawing out the desperate sounds she tried to hold back. “Let the world know how good I make you feel.”

Her breath came quicker, her nails digging into his shoulders, but she refused to back down. "There are too many people here. Then stop talking and take me somewhere private ," she whispered, her voice a husky, defiant challenge. Her lips were inches from his, daring, taunting. "Or can’t you handle it?"

He smirked, eyes blazing with hunger as he tightened his hold. "Let’s go get a f*****g room, and I’ll show you exactly how I handle you," he murmured, voice thick with desire. "By the time I’m done, you’ll be begging for more."

*****

“Ah, f**k, Daddy!” Vivian screamed, her voice a mix of pleasure and desperation as she clutched the sheets like a lifeline. Blood dripped from her bitten lips, each gasp sending tremors of ecstasy through her body.

She felt every inch of him deep inside her, his length stretching her in ways that made her moan uncontrollably. Her back arched, pushing her curves toward him, inviting him to take more.

“Damn, you’re so tight,” he growled, his voice thick with lust. He thrust into her with a powerful rhythm, the slickness of her wetness making it all too easy for him to glide deeper.

“I love how you feel around me. You’re my filthy little slut.” The words sent a jolt of excitement through her, and when he smacked her ass, the sound echoed in the room, filling her with a mix of pleasure and pain.

“Say my name, kitten! Say it, or I’ll stop!” His voice was a dark promise, commanding and possessive. He gripped her waist hard, his fingers digging into her skin, leaving bruises that would remind her of this moment long after it had passed.

“f**k, Daddy! Arghh!” Vivian cried out, her breaths coming in quick, sharp gasps.

The air around them was filled with the intoxicating sounds of their bodies colliding—the wetness of her core meeting the heat of him, the rhythmic slap of skin on skin.

Each thrust sent waves of pleasure radiating through her, building a delicious tension deep within her.

“Touch yourself for me,” he commanded, his breath hot against her ear, sending shivers down her spine. She obeyed, her fingers sliding down her body, exploring her curves as she found her breasts, squeezing them gently. The sensation intensified her pleasure, making her moans rise in pitch.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his hands moving to her breasts, kneading them roughly as he thrust harder. “I love how your body responds to me. You’re my perfect little plaything.”

Vivian felt her body quiver under his touch, the combination of his words and actions driving her closer to the edge. “Please, don’t stop!” she begged, her voice trembling with need. “I’m yours, Daddy! Always yours!”

“Good girl,” he growled, his thrusts becoming more frantic. He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered naughty words, promising pleasure that made her heart race. “You like it when I f**k you like this, don’t you? Tell me how much you love it.”

“I love it! I love it so much!” she gasped, the heat coiling tighter inside her, threatening to spill over. “Please, make me come!”

“Not yet, kitten. I want to hear you scream my name,” he urged, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in firm circles while he thrust deeper.

He withdrew slightly, a teasing smile dancing on his lips as he locked his gaze on her, his eyes dark with desire. The air crackled with anticipation as he lowered his head, drawing closer to her p***y.

His lips hovered tantalizingly close, the warmth of his breath grazing her skin, sending shivers coursing through her body. Vivian’s pulse raced, the anticipation clawing at her, urging her to surrender to the inevitable.

“Just relax,” he murmured, his voice a low, sultry whisper that danced along her nerves. The sound made her heart skip, filling her with both thrill and trepidation.

As his mouth finally made contact, the sensation was overwhelming. He began with soft, teasing kisses, exploring p***y with his tongue. Each flick of his tongue sent jolts of pleasure radiating through her, awakening every nerve ending, igniting her senses.

Vivian's breath hitched as her body instinctively arched toward him, craving more of his touch. “Oh… oh!” she gasped,

“More… please…” she pleaded, her voice thick with desire, a desperate need pulsing beneath her skin. “Don’t stop… oh, God!”

He paused for a moment, lifting his head just enough to meet her gaze, a wicked smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “Do you like that?” he asked, his tone playful yet laced with an intensity that made her shiver.

“Yes! Yes!” she gasped, her words tumbling out in a mix of vulnerability and longing. “I need more… please!”

He pressed deeper, his hands gripping her thighs as he held her open, his tongue moving in rhythmic strokes that sent her spiraling closer to the edge. "I can feel how much you want it, how close you are," he murmured between kisses, his breath hot against her sensitive skin. "Don't hold back. Let go for me."

And with that, the dam broke. "Daddy!" she cried, her voice echoing off the walls, a pure, unfiltered expression of her ecstasy as the pleasure washed over her in glorious waves. She felt herself falling, her body shaking as she surrendered to the bliss, her legs trembling from her orgasm.

He finally pulled back, licking his lips, his eyes dark with satisfaction as he watched her come down from the high. "Look at you, so beautiful when you come undone," he said, a wicked grin playing on his lips. "And this is just the beginning."

Vivian's breath was still heavy, her body tingling from the remnants of her climax, but his words sparked a new thrill within her. "Oh, is it?" she asked, a teasing smile forming as she opened her eyes to meet his intense gaze.

He nodded, his expression a mixture of mischief and hunger. "Trust me, kitten. I’m just getting started."

With a swift motion, he flipped her onto her back, his body hovering over hers, a predatory gleam in his eyes. “Now, it’s your turn to beg for me,” he whispered, leaning down to capture her lips in a kiss that was both demanding and passionate.