Chapter 2. Stranger Becomes Step-Brother

I wanted to beg him to do whatever he pleased with me, and without warning, he leaned down and sucked me into his mouth. I moaned in pleasure as he took my clit into his mouth.

He pushed his fingers as deep into my vagina as he could and licked me hard. I couldn’t contain myself as I moaned loudly; no one had ever eaten me out this well, and this stranger was doing things to me no one else ever had.

I felt the tip of his tongue teasing every part of my clit, drawing out my juices.

“Aaaaaaauugh,” I moaned as I jerked and pressed my pussy against his face while he lapped at me.

“Please suck me… pleaseeeee,” I begged as I jolted again.

He sucked hard on me until I ran out of breath. His tongue felt amazing on my clit. I couldn’t control myself as several orgasms hit me one after another.

I held his head tightly against my pussy. My knees weakened. I leaned against the desk as I felt another orgasm building.

Then it hit. My juices spilled over his face. My breathing turned ragged.

“How about we take this to another level?” he asked with a smirk. I didn’t even notice when he pulled his dick from his trousers or when he thrust into me.

Judging by how full I felt, he was huge. I moaned in pain and pleasure as he started moving inside me. I gripped his shoulders while he drove into my pussy, sucking hard on my nipples as he thrust into me.

The sensation was heavenly. His hands grabbed my hips as he matched his movements to mine. We quickly found our rhythm and began fucking for real.

He slid almost fully in and out of me, making soft, squelching sounds with every thrust and driving me toward ecstasy.

I hated to admit it, but this was the best sex I had ever had, even if it was with a stranger I would probably never see again.

We had only been fucking for about twenty minutes when I realized he was close to cumming. I could tell from the adorable moans leaving his lips.

“Cum inside me,” I said. As stupid as it sounded, it was what I wanted. I had no control over my body, and I wanted him to leave a piece of himself inside me.

“Are you sure?” His deep voice vibrated through his chest, and I nodded. Besides, we couldn’t leave traces of cum in someone’s office, and I was on birth control.

He grabbed me and turned me over, pressing my breasts against the desk and lifting my ass into the air.

He gripped my ass firmly and pushed me harder onto his cock. He began fucking me faster, making me moan even louder.

“Damn, I’m coming,” he grunted. Deep inside me, I felt his cock twitch and warmth spread through my pussy.

It felt like forever. I could feel some of his cum leaking out of me, and I knew I’d still be leaking by the time I got home.

As soon as he finished, he stepped away and quickly dressed, looking at me as if we hadn’t just had sex. I reached for my clothes but couldn’t find my bra, so I pulled my dress back on first.

“You should leave,” he said, and I stared at him in shock. Was he really kicking me out after using me like a toy?

“You get to fuck me and then kick me out?” I asked, stunned by the sudden change in his behavior. An hour ago, he had acted like a gentleman.

“Do you want a tip, bitch?” he asked with a smirk. It took everything in me not to slap him. How could he turn into such a jerk so suddenly?

“You know what? Fuck you!” I snapped as I stormed out of the office, slamming the door behind me.

As soon as I returned to the club, I checked my watch and realized it was past midnight. I couldn’t find any familiar faces, which probably meant my mom and her friends had already left. After all, they needed to prepare for the wedding tomorrow.

As soon as I left the club, I grabbed a cab back to the hotel where we were staying, and the moment my head hit the pillow, I fell fast asleep.

The next morning, I woke to the gentle touch of Freya shaking my shoulder. Groggily, I opened my eyes to find her sitting beside me with a bright smile.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” Freya chirped. “You’ve got to get up. The wedding is in an hour!”

I groaned, still half-asleep, and glanced around the room. My eyes widened when I spotted a pink silk dress displayed on a mannequin.

“Oh,” I muttered, realizing the significance. “I’m the maid of honor, aren’t I?” It was my mother’s wedding, after all, and she had made me maid of honor without even asking.

My mother was a dominant woman, and believe me when I say she always got what she wanted. It all started after my father went to jail for armed robbery. I was ten at the time, and I grew up watching my mother move from one man to another.

We had to move from house to house whenever she broke up with someone, probably because she found someone richer or got dumped. At forty-five, she was still one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen, which was how she managed to catch the attention of a billionaire.

Brian Black wasn’t just any man. He was the billionaire my mother was marrying, the owner of a shipping company and an airline. He had proposed only a month ago, and she wasted no time planning what she called the perfect wedding.

Brian was in his late fifties, and from what I’d heard, he had a son named Brian Black, whom I had yet to meet. A billionaire known for being cold, cruel, and a notorious player.

I hadn’t had the chance to meet him since he lived in New York while my mother and I lived in London. But I knew I would meet him today.

I snapped back to reality as Freya handed me a cup of tea. “Drink up. We need to join the bride in a few minutes,” she said with a smile.

“Come on, you can’t walk out looking like this. It’s your mother’s wedding, and you should at least look your best.”

I rolled my eyes. “I haven’t even brushed my teeth yet.”

Ignoring her protests, I rushed into the bathroom, took a quick shower, and came back to find Freya waiting. I carefully slipped into the pink dress my mother had bought for her grand wedding.

Sitting in front of the mirror, I watched Freya pin up my black hair while I stared at our reflection. The pink dress made the blue in my eyes stand out.

After some quick makeup, we left the room and headed toward the bridal suite. Just as we approached, my mother stepped out in her ball gown.

She looked stunning, her hair elegantly styled, and a diamond necklace resting against her long neck. Her makeup was flawless, but when her eyes met mine, I sensed disapproval.

I knew she had expected me to wear heavy makeup and the diamond necklace she bought to flaunt her new husband’s wealth, but I refused to become a symbol of her success.

Marrying Brian Black made us part of his family—and practically celebrities.

I stood silently beside her as we made our way to the waiting car, tension thick between us.

The ride was suffocating. Paparazzi surrounded the vehicle, desperate for a glimpse of the newest addition to the Black family.

My mother remained in her own world, smiling brightly for the cameras while Freya and I exchanged silent looks of understanding.

When we arrived at the venue, the opulence of the ceremony hit me. The decorations were extravagant, the guest list endless, and the entire event radiated excess I could barely stomach.

Freya nudged me gently. “It’ll be over soon. Just play your part.”

I nodded, bracing myself for the charade. The ceremony unfolded with all the grandeur expected from a billionaire wedding. I stood there forcing a smile, pretending to enjoy the occasion.

Soon it was time to walk behind my mother down the aisle toward her new husband. I kept my smile in place for the cameras as we walked.

The moment we reached the altar, I saw the wide smile on Brian’s face as he took my mother’s hand and guided her beside him.

Standing behind them, my eyes landed on the young man next to me. He was tall, with black hair neatly trimmed close to his head.

The second I saw him, I gasped.

The sound drew attention from everyone around me, including my mother and her groom. But I couldn’t forget that face. Memories from the night before came crashing back, and I would swear before anyone that this was the same man who had eaten me out only hours ago.

I forced myself to stay composed as everyone turned back to the ceremony, but inside I was trembling. Looking at the man in the suit, I could see the strong resemblance between him and his father. It was like staring at a younger version of Brian, my stepfather.

And that was when I realized something.

I had fucked my stepbrother.

Brian Black.