I stood my ground while I anticipate Matheo's comeback. He looked calm and collected yet his eyes tell another story, they were furious and with his jaw clenched he was fuming.

"You heard me, now don't get on my last nerves." He spat his words out with such ferocity and intimidation.

"Oh look who's fucking scared." I mocked and his emotions changed rapidly and the next thing I knew he had this unreadable expression.

I can never read him like a book.

We both stood with hard staring eyes that never broke in contact with each other.

"You're a feisty little thing, aren't you?" He uttered smiling deviously while he was perfectly composed and serious.

"That's what they say." I spoke loud and clear, I raised my brows giving him the challenge.

He raised his brows slightly, unsure of my statement. The left side of his faint tainted lip tugged upwards creating a sinister smirk on his God like face because he never showed any emotion or agreement towards me.

"Does he fuck you good?" Shocked, he bluntly asked.

Theo and his unfiltered mouth. I felt a sudden blush creep towards my cheeks making me vulnerable at the moment.

"Excuse me?" I replied and I refused to answer his question.

He chuckles and he leans closer towards me.

"You heard me, cleo. Answer the question." He demanded as his voice had this husky drawl and I found myself lured into his trap, persuading me to give off my answers.

"Y-es." I forced myself to speak but what came out had the tone of contradiction.

I was too dumbfounded to speak, like every word that I have defended came tumbling back hitting me like a brick in the head.

"It's okay baby girl." He replied as his warm fingers started to trace its way over my neck, caressing my right cheek.

That fucking nickname that always gets my pussy throbbing. My breath hitched while I found myself leaning into his touch, never dared to break any eye contact, my lips part at his touch. He casually pulled the zipper down of my black jacket revealing my spaghetti straps exposing my skin and the line of my cleavage exposed by the low-cut outfit.

Thank God for moisturizers.

When he had the time to look at my glistening skin under the dim light, I got the reaction that I wanted out of him. His tantalizing eyes were glued to my features and his hands couldn't seem to wait as it continued to roam, pulling the straps of my tank-top.

"Much better." He spoke voice low and husky with a serious expression plastered on his face.

He moved his head closer; our foreheads were already touching, breaths shaking, the silence and the pale light had engulfed our surrounding, the sexual tension that I couldn't fight against the thoughts that have flooded my senses. Tilting my head I met his eyes that were searching mine, he draws his lip nearer as my lips parted to receive them. But he stopped inches away as his eyes had drifted down to my lips like he was savoring the moment.

The temptation couldn't hold for any longer.

He kissed me roughly. His warm lips were firm and demanding, kissing him back and biting his lips softly, drawn to savor him. The kiss was full on, open-mouthed as our lips synced into one. His hands insisted to caress my body, making its way up to my curves sending warmth and shivers throughout me. I deepened the kiss, a groan came out of his lips in agreement. He wrapped his strong arms around my waist and in one gentle pull our bodies had collide, with the least fabric on my body I felt the need to feel him all at once.

One by one; our clothes were tossed to the floor. Our tongues entwined with the kiss, savoring each other as it becomes too much addictive not to. He broke the kiss as I met his eyes filled with intensity and lust, his eyes took in the sight before him and in a mere second his lips were back on mine, needy and hungry.

I kissed him back passionately and he growls as I bit his lower lip softly. Unsnapping the clasp of my bra, my breasts and especially my nipples were glistening and erected under the twilight room.

"Beautiful." He referred to my breasts while he kneaded one.

"Easy." I tease, voice hoarse and out of breath.

While he payed no attention, his lips worked its way towards my neck kissing and teasing the hell out of me. My hands had wrapped around his neck voluntarily for support as he began to stroke my breasts, moaning in delight whilst he licked and nibbled my nipples.

He's skilled tongue and his cock stirred, was all too much for me to fucking handle. And holy fuck, he was big.

My thong had dampened from his teasing, too excited to spread my legs. As if he could read my thoughts, he quickly led me towards the arm rest of the coach and made me sit. I squealed giggling like a school girl as I spread my legs apart, my wet pussy evident on the light fabric.

Taking off his undergarment, his thick big cock sprung under the clothing. My mouth watered at the sight and my hands had already reached out for him, craving.

"Easy." He spoke, teasing me back with a mischievous smile whilst holding me back.

"Touch yourself for me, baby girl." He stated, his expression stern giving me a hard look.

With no further questions asked, I grazed my tongue over my finger slowly licking them in the process while my eye contact was attached on his direction. I swept my thong to the side and I began to rub in slow circles.

I bite my lower lip seductively, moaning from the pleasure I had given myself. I continued to rub my clit in slow circles, quickly inserting a finger inside of me spitting out a couple of words for the pleasure has been driving me crazy. Matheo on the other hand was basking on my sight, his hands moved up and down his shaft, quickly picking up a pace.

"Please." I couldn't help but beg, my body was aching from his touch.

He leaned in for a kiss, it was wet and gentle. I closed my eyes feeling myself quiver at the sudden wave of emotion that I've felt. Before I can comprehend was about to happen, he roughly slammed his length inside of me.

"Motherfucker." I cried out, my senses were heightened.

He was definitely fucking big.

"What? can't handle a little fuck, baby sister?" Mocking me in his serious manner.

I delightedly giggled as I sweep my hair to the side, leaning on the far side of the couch as my tits were on full display.

"Just please don't stop Theo." I begged while I started to rub my clit once again, slowly but surely.

The thrust of his cock was on repeat. He roughly had to grab me by the waist for support, slamming in a swift movement sending waves of pure ecstasy.

"Shit." He spoke faintly, his hands reaching out for my tits that were bouncing through his movements, erected and glistening with sweat.

Our skins were clapping, sweat had spread throughout our bodies. I tilt my head back, letting out a noise of passion.

"Cleo, look at me." He ordered growling from the aching build up, I knew he was close.

"Cum inside me brother, your throbbing cock feels so fucking good." I beg to differ; I wanted myself to feel his juices all over my pussy, soaked and sloppy.

"Are you on a pill, baby girl?" He replied asking me seriously.

"Hell yeah." I replied as soon as possible, waiting for the finale.

He roughly thrusted his cock while I squirmed and moan for his merciless fuck. Pushing my legs further apart, I cried out again and again, swearing for the 10th time while Matheo was groaning sexually satisfied by every movement eyes glued to each other, he was too close.

"Oh my God!" I yelled in disbelief, never thought how good a fuck can get.

"Yes, you beg for my cock." He comments with a satisfied smirk.

With his rapid movements; a thruster he is, we both finally came into an end. My pussy was all wet and sloppy as it could be coated with cum, throbbing from the mind blowing sex that I had with none other than my step brother.

What fresh hell did I just got myself into.