Forbidden yearning

CHAPTER 4 - SHOCKING DISCOVERY

Lillian POV

His hands were resting on my body as he lay behind me and his slightly hardwood poking against my ass.

I turned to look at him and he was sleeping peacefully like a baby. I felt his hardwood begin to harden, and I knew it was time to exit the bed, but before I could make a move, his hands snaked around my waist,t, holding me tightly.

I looked at him again and I met the most gorgeous green eyes. The look in his eyes already told me he wanted morning s*x.

He held me closely to him as he sipped his finger into my p***y and his breath fanned my neck.

I shut my eyes as I moaned, parting my legs to give him more access and I relaxed more in his warm body. His thumb stroked my c******s as softly as he began to plaster kisses on my neck.

"F**k you're so wet and tight. You're beautiful baby," He uttered as my moans soon filled the room, and the pressure on my c******a drew me closer to my release.

I did not want it to end. I wanted him to take me again, to bury his d**k inside me and thrust slowly while I moaned his name.

His fingers soon began to move in and out rapidly as the pleasure I felt began to increase until I began to climax against his fingers, my v****a tightening against his finger.

My juice came out as I shuddered in relief, his hands holding me tightly as I shook from the intensity of pleasure.

"That was amazing. You're amazing." His blue eyes held so much satisfaction and happiness, but the more I looked at him, the more I felt I was in trouble.

He had a way of pleasuring me and I hoped I would quickly forget him and forget what we had with each other.

I looked at the window behind him to see the sun already rising and that was when it dawned on me.

I had spent a night with a man I knew nothing about. I didn't sleep with this stranger in a hotel room or even in a garage or even against a car but his house. His f*****g house.

What if he was a rapist or a murderer or even a psychopath? Soon enough, my senses began to come back together as I stood up swiftly from the bed and began to pick up my clothes one after the other.

He looked up the instant I got out of his bed. "Wait, Lillian. Good morning," he uttered, perplexed.

I didn't reply to him but was thankful that the only clothing that was ripped off was my panties.

My gown was still intact and so was my bra. I just hoped that he wouldn't remember me if we ever crossed paths again and even if we crossed paths, I hoped he would just walk past me.

The few hours I had with him were pleasurable and memorable but that was it.

"Wait, Lillian, where are you going? Let me drop you off" Michael stood up from his bed hastily as he wore his black pants and rushed to follow me.

"I'm getting away from this place" I snapped. He wore a surprised expression on his face but I wasn't going to be bothered about it.

"But why? We had a great time together. Didn't you enjoy it? Did I do something wrong?" He asked, following me downstairs to the living room while I yanked the door open. "Lillian, come on, what's wrong? I thought we were having a good time"

"s*x with you was great Micheal. I liked that you pleasured me and made me c*m more than three times in less than twelve hours which had never happened before, but I needed to forget about my a*****e of a boyfriend for some hours, and you came around,d," I said, as I walked out of his house.

I unlocked my phone to see a message from Nina. "A friend of mine said he saw you leaving with some handsome man. I hoped he f****d derick out of your brain, memory, and p***y".

I chuckled after reading the message. This was a message from Nina. It sounded like her. “He sure did f**k Derick out of my mind” I whispered as I stopped a taxi and rushed in.

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EIGHT HOURS LATER

“Don't worry, Gina, I promise you you're going to like him,” my mum said, driving to an unfamiliar place.

Today was the day my mum decided I move in to stay with my stepdad and though I wasn't around to help her pack because I was with Micheal, she helped pack my luggage orderly.

Sometimes, I feel she isn't giving enough respect to my late dad, who died of cancer. It's been a year since he died, and she was already rushing to another man's life.

“He has a son and I think you two will go along really well. He has just one year to graduate from college just like you and_”

“Mum, please, enough with the talking,” I said, rolling my eyes at the fact that she was talking too much.

After about twenty minutes, we arrived at a huge house, and she parked. “Finally, we are here,” she announced, and I just stepped out, ignoring her and walking to the back seat to take my bags and luggage.

“Hey Mom” I heard a familiar voice behind me and curiosity made me turn my eyes almost bulged out of their socket at the figure that was hugging my mom

“Get your filthy hands off my mother,” I yelled as I rushed to where my mother stood and separated her from Derick.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Derick asked, a frown on his face.

“I should be asking you that you cheating bastard” I uttered rudely, glaring at him and I heard a gasp from my mom

“Lillian, that is not a way to talk to your new brother,” she said, and my heart skipped a beat.

Shifting my gaze to my mom, I stared at her in disbelief. “Brother?” I asked, frozen and hoping that the next line of sentences was going to be something different from what was running through my head.

“Yes. This is Derrick, your stepbrother.” She dropped the bombshell, and at that moment, I wanted the ground to open and swallow me.

“Hey baby,” I heard a deep voice walking towards us, but I didn't even have the strength to look at who it was.

I turned around, my gaze fixed on the car “Jessica please help them with their luggage” my mom's husband said to the maid who rushed to the back of the car

“Let me introduce you to my daughter,” my mum said excitedly, and I sighed when I heard those words.

I faked a smile then turned around to fix my gaze on them both and that was when the smile on my face fell to the ground “Lillian meet your dad”

There Micheal was, standing beside my mom with his hand at the small of her back and his smile, gradually falling to the ground as he stared at me without blinking.

“My dad?” I asked, stammering on my words as I stared at the man who made my head spin while performing magic with his tongue on my clit last night.

“Yes, dear. This is Micheal Stark, your stepfather,” she added, and I wished for nothing more than to wake up from this dream.