Page 87 of Pure Vengeance

I undo my pants and release my rock-hard cock, guiding his hand to it. He strokes me, and I grunt into his mouth. I want his ass wrapped around my dick. I get up and pull his sweatpants off. He’s not wearing boxers. His cock springs to attention. I stroke him a few times before I reach into my bedside table and take out a bottle of lubricant. I lube up my cock.

“It’s going to hurt,” he whimpers.

“Yes, but it’ll be good,” I murmur.

I spread some lube onto his puckered asshole before I push a finger into him.

He groans out, “It hurts. You aren’t going to fit.”

“Shut up,” I say. “Someone will hear you.”

I move my finger in and out of his hole, watching as a blush graces his cheek. His lip is still bleeding from where I bit him. Oh, how I’d like to cut him. Just bleed him out a little. I remove my finger and align my cock with his hole. I push into him, I want to say slowly, but I’m rougher than that.

He groans and pants. I lean down to kiss him to shut him up. I suck on his lip again as I reach down to stroke him. I pump my hips in rhythm with my strokes. He whimpers softly into my mouth, and I smirk. I can tell he’s enjoying himself when suddenly his nails dig into my arm and he drags them down. I’m going to have angry red welts where he scratched me. Then his hands are on my shoulders, his fingernails digging into my skin.

He’s going to draw blood, and the thought drives me wild. I move my hips harder despite his little mewls of pain and pleasure, all blending into one. I pump his cock faster, and I can feel him tensing up as he draws close to his orgasm.

I feel my own balls getting ready to constrict. “I’m going to come into your whore ass,” I whisper in his ear.

“No... Noah...” He whimpers as he muffles his cries.

I apply pressure to his cock as I stroke him, and suddenly he is spewing cum onto the shirt he’s still wearing. I continueto move regardless. Adrian clings to my arms as I tip my head back and push deep inside of him, spilling my cum inside of my stepbrother. I pull out after a moment and stare down at him. I pull on a pair of boxers. “I’m going to shower.”

“Is that all?” he says.

“What? You want more?” I ask, picking up my towel. “Clean yourself up. The shower’s down the hall. Don’t let anyone see your cum-stained shirt.”

I leave him there and head to the showers down the hall. I shut the door behind me, and lean against the door. I breathe deeply.

Did I just fuck Adrian?

Fuck.

I’ve taken it too far. I mean, yeah, I was pissed, but I just popped his cherry in a rage-fueled fuck-fest.

CHAPTER FIVE

Adrian

I lie on the bed, breathing hard. My ass is aching from the beating it’s taken, but I’ve never come so hard in my life. It takes me right back to that night.

It had been stormy, and we’d been cooped up inside for far too long. Our parents were away on a trip, so it was just Noah and myself in the house.

I’d gone to him to see what was for dinner. He’d been busy painting. He was always painting or playing piano. I close my eyes, and I put myself back there.

One year ago

“Noah? Noah?” I walk into his room, banging the door open.

“Ever heard of knocking?” Noah asks.

I frown and hold my hands out. “Ever heard of answering when you’re called?”

“I’m busy,” he says.

“You’re always busy. But it’s time to decide what’s for dinner, we need to cook,” I say. “We can’t eat takeout every night. I have to watch my calories.”

“Oh, lord help us, you put on an ounce of fat,” Noah says, not even looking at me.

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