Sweet Billionaire Stepbrother(48)

Emerging from the dressing room wearing a red dress that wrapped tightly around her curves, it accentuated every nuance of her womanly body. I was in heaven just looking at how it hugged her ass and tits.

“Oh doesn’t she look a-ma-zing in the bandage dress. This Herve Leger dress was made for a figure like yours,” the sales assistant said with a broad smile, probably mentally calculating her commission from the pile of clothes I’d already approved. She moved away discreetly, allowing us some privacy.

Layla smoothed her palms over her hips. In a husky voice, she said, “Wow, you really do have a fetish for bondage, Dr. Forbes. No wonder you got an A+ for dressing wounds. Did you have a lot of practice wrapping bandages around bodies?” Her eyes sparkled mischievously as she twirled around for me.

“I like unwrapping bandages more,” I smirked, loosening the collar of my shirt. Was it hot in here or was it just me? “Are you wearing underwear?” I rasped, as she came closer to me and her scent whiffed past me.

“Wouldn’t you love to know,” she teased. “Like the dress?”

“Love it. You look stunning. It’s a definite yes.”

As f*cking hot as Layla was in that dress, I was already yearning to take it off and have my way with her. Bringing her here with so many eager assistants all with their eyes on us wasn’t my best idea.

Layla smiled and turned toward the change room, swaying her hips as she walked away. Was she doing it on purpose to get me all worked up?

Fuck me. She was asking for it.

Chomping at the bit to get to her, I called the closest assistant that was hovering nearby.

“We need some privacy please. I will assist Ms. Forbes with the next dress.”

The pretty brunette gave me a knowing smile. “Certainly, sir.” She nodded her head at her co-worker and the two of them disappeared.

Layla’s eyes widened as I entered the enclosed change area. She’d already slipped out of the dress and just as I thought, no f*cking underwear.

“Gray—”

Not letting her finish, I pushed her against the wall and locked my mouth over her lips with a brutal force. Gasping, she sucked air from my mouth.

“Little tease,” I growled as I bit her lip. She whimpered into my mouth. It sounded so f*cking sexy that my prick strained against my already too tight pants. I knew just what to do about that.

“Turn around,” I ordered.

Like the good girl she was, she did as she was told without question.

“Lean over the chair, I want to see that arse in the air.” I undid my zipper and let my erection spring free.

Layla’s mouth formed an ‘O’ as she looked back at me over her shoulder. Tempted as hell to f*ck that mouth instead of her *, I groaned as I took my dick in my hand and stroked it a few times.

“Sweet Jesus, Lala, you make me as horny as a f*cking schoolboy.”

“Mmmm,” she hummed, still watching me and licking her lips.

I grasped her neck and pulled her back so I could whisper in her ear.

“You can clean me up after. This is going to be over real quick.”

Caressing her neck with my lips as I watched her reflection in the mirror, her eyes fluttered closed. I slapped her backside lightly. “Eyes open. Watch me f*ck you, baby.” My gaze drifted to the red hand mark that appeared on her ass.

“Grayson,” she moaned, her eyes glazing over with lust as she opened them and met mine in the mirror.

I couldn’t stop my grin from widening. “That’s my girl.” I ran a finger over her * to test her readiness. I slid two finger slid inside, then three before groaning. “So f*cking wet for me,” I rasped as I f*cked her slowly with my fingers, my gaze never leaving hers

Her head lolled backwards against my chest. “I want your cock,” she said in a throaty voice as if she smoked a pack of thirty Camels a day.

Note to self: Fucking in public places turns my girl on something fierce.

It just happened to be my favourite fantasy too.

Removing my fingers, I gripped my dick and ran it up and down her slick * and her arse, filling the cubicle with the delicious scent of our mixed arousals.

I inhaled a deep breath. Sex had such a distinctive aroma. It made me wild with lust.

Echoing my need, Layla’s expression was one of agony mixed in equal parts with pleasure. “Oh God, fill me up, Grayson. I can’t stand this.”

I thrust my aching cock inside her warmth with a long, slow hiss.

Layla covered her mouth with her hand to smother her cry as she took me in all the way.

I didn’t care if anyone heard us.

“So f*cking tight.” I loved looking into her eyes to the depths of her soul when I f*cked her. I loved watching her chase her orgasm and seeing her lose control when she came.

It was a thing of pure beauty. Pure heaven.

I didn’t care if the whole world knew I was balls deep inside my stepsister. In fact, I was ready to shout it out from the rooftops. I wanted everyone to know how much I loved f*cking her.

“Yes,” she cried, her eyes feral as I reached around and twisted a nipple between my fingers. In three short days I had learned how to get the best out of Layla’s body. The combination of pleasure with just a touch of pain drove her to the edge. It had the same effect on me, knowing I could get her to respond like that to me.