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A night with my best friend's arrogant brother

Evelyn and her best friend Sarah have planned a girls trip away from the reality of life and her boyfriend's overbearing possessiveness. But her best friend's arrogant brother Marcus ruins it by tagging along. "I doesn't matter, I'll just act like I can't see him and enjoy the best week of my life" But she can see him, hear his snide remarks about her outfit and watch him try to control the trip—their trip. Evelyn can never live in peace with Marcus But a heated argument turns into a hot night of sex and Evelyn's body doesn't seem to understand it's a mistake. Between heated tension, anger sex, Evelyn's crazy boyfriend, her best friend Sarah, Marcus need for control, and his crazy ex that claims she's back for him, Evelyn's life is about to get very messy.
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Chapter 5

I didn't remember how I got to my room or got tucked into bed. Only that I woke up in the middle of the night, thirsty, sweaty and hot all over.

I was still in my bikini, and I didn't have the strength to take it off. I checked the the jug in the room, no water, fuck it.

Dragging myself out of bed I walked out of my room into the kitchen and poured myself a glass of water.

A door creaked just as I brought the glass to my lips and Marcus came out of the shadows, the bright moonlight illuminating into the kitchen reflecting on him.

He was wearing only a loose boxer, running a hand through his dark hair that looked damp, did he just take a shower? In the middle of the night? Whatever, it was none of my business.

I set down the glass of water, his eyes stayed on what I was wearing for a while longer before I snapped at him drawing his attention back to where my face was, "what are you looking at?"

"And why are you dressed like that?" He asked moving over to the counter

"I'm in a place I paid for," I bit back, "I can dress however the fuck I like, besides I can also ask the same question. Why are you also dressed like a stripper waiting for his cock to sucked on by a thirsty client?"

I clamped my mouth shut immediately I realised what I said, slapping my mouth internally, this is the consequences of talking too much.

I expected him to bit back, and he did "if you think I'm a stripper, what then are you? Cause you seem more like one to me"

"Not a problem" I replied, glaring back at him, "do you know how many dicks would be begging to fuck a stripper like me? I'd have them make a queue and write their names down"

He shaked his head scoffing, "and you think you can handle more than one man?"

"No matter how many men I handle, none of them is going to be you either way, so what's your business?

"Are you sure?"

"That what?"

"That you'll never have to handle me?"

"What do you...?"

"Even if I do this?"

I gasped, freezing in shock as he suddenly pressed his mouth to mine, kissing me hungrily and darting his tongue into my mouth, the intensity of the kiss shocked me and the moment I regained myself I pushed him away, glaring at him, "what are you...?

He cut me off with another kiss, pinning my legs with his own when I tried to kick him and pinning my hands to my back and holding my head in place as he ravished my lips, my lips would definitely be swollen tomorrow, how do I explain that to Sarah, that her crazy brother suddenly decided to go wolf on me?

"Marcus... Marcus... wait," I tried to get him back to his senses when he finally left my lips and focused on my neck, leaving me gasping for breath, and despite the situation, I could feel myself getting wet, why was I getting aroused in this situation?

Marcus didn't reply, almost like he couldn't even hear me. His grip on my hand had loosened now, but before I could even think of pushing him away, I gasped, my back arching towards him as he inserted a finger into me. The same hands that should have pushed him away held him in place, my body moving traitorously again his finger. Another finger and I gasped, oh, my god, he was good at this, his fingers curved inside me, hitting my G-spot, and I came, the fastest, I'd ever come in my life.

I leaned back on the counter, trying to catch my breath, my legs threatening to give up if not for his arms still holding me

"So do you still think you can handle more than one man?" He asked bringing his fingers up and smiling at the sight of my cum around his fingers.

I didn't answer, simply dug my fingers into his boxers and wrapped my hands around his dick, before he could protest, I was on my knees taking out his cock, my hands froze when I saw the size and he laughed at my reaction

"Never seen one this big?"

I scoffed at him, "I've seen more than you can ever imagine" though I knew he didn't believe me, but I wasn't going to lose to him.

I wrapped my hand around his hard massive cock, closing my eyes as I brought my mouth to it. It didn't fit in my mouth and I couldn't even take half of him in, but I wasn't going to complain. I was determined to leave him senseless and begging by the time I was done.

My head bobbled down on his cock, my hand tightening around the base as I tried to take as much of him as I could.

I heard him groan above me and a smiled I satisfaction going even faster than could normally take. He cursed "fuck" holding my head in place as he fucked my mouth. Tears spilled out of my eyes but I held on, saliva dripping from the corner of my mouth.

Just when I thought he was going to cum, he stopped, removing himself from my mouth and helping me to my feet before turning me to face the counter, "what...?"

I got cut off by the feeling of him ripping my thongs apart and slipping into me, whatever protest I was making up stuck between my throat.

"Oh, my god!" I screamed, quickly clamping my mouth shut with my hands as he thrust into me like he wanted to split me into two, something his dick was already doing.

My hands slapped against the counter as he thrust faster, my screams threatening to spill out, "Marc... Marcus... wait... wait, oh! My! God!!

I fell flat against the counter as the waves of orgasm hit me. My body limp against the cold marble

He continued thrusting into me, riding through my waves of pleasure before cumming inside me.

When he picked me up and went into his room, I wanted to protest, wanted to ask why he didn't use a condom, wanted to ask where he got such a big cock and good stamina and against all reason, wanted him inside me again.

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