My CEO Stepbrother Kissed Me

Dulcet-laced moans steam out of the tight four corners of the room as Jeffery and Melinda's bodies rasped into a rough rhythmic halcyon sound while their skins melded accord in a reeling pulsation. His hands held firmly of her thews as he ravaged her inside into disparaging insanity.

Melinda couldn't take it. Her body was at war with her, craving the roughness of his succor and hungry to taste his sweet corruption.

If there was such a thing as nirvana in the inferno, she thought this must be it. Jeffery—the man who made her heart and insides weak, became her temptation to abandon heaven for the bliss of hell. He was the caveat to her pristine yet boring life.

"Jeffery! I-I can't hold it anymore." A writhing mewl escaped from her mouth, blood streaming out of her lip's skin.

Melinda felt she was about to burst out. His cock inside her flesh waddled ceaselessly, breaking her apart—possessing every part of her body as though he owned her. She lifted her arm and pressed onto the wall for support while Jeffery continued to plunge his wide, long girth.

"Raise your hips to me, baby," he whispered behind her ears as the wisp of his breath filled her in a trance.

In response, Melinda elevated her derriere to him, exposing the vulnerable part of her. Jeffery brushed the insides of her thighs in a circular motion as his fingers proceeded to the nub of her clit. As he pinched it, he mounted her left legs and hooked them in his arms.

The new position allowed his shaft to sink its full member into her swollen, wet folds. Thrilled, he pushed himself slowly onto her and crudely plunged into her hilt, causing her to sing in pleasure.

"Don't make any sound, darling," Jeffery hushed her, moving his hand upward as he slipped it inside her shirt, squeezing her stiff nipples. "Or they'll hear us fucking." He licked his lips, lowering them on the back of her shoulders and grazing his teeth on her skin. "We don't want that, right, Mindy?"

Still delirious, Melinda shook her head, "Oh, God! No—Jeff.." She tilted her head down, panting as she felt the inside of her flesh constricting around his thickness.

"Good girl…." Jeffery pecked her earlobes and pushed his knob further. He moved his hips back and forth while his fingers grounded the tiny slit of her clit. Trailing his fingers up one more time, he caressed her plump bosoms.

"Jeff, I'm coming…" she whispered behind, turning her chin to him.

Jeffery carried down her legs, receded his cock from her cunt, and settled his hand on her waist. He rotated her body to face him, pushed Melinda closer to his chest, and pounded his mouth into hers.

"Hold on to me, darling," he cooed in between their mellifluous sighs as he dug his large hands underneath her bum for support.

Melinda arched her chest to him, squeezing the plush of her breast to his sturdy chest and rubbing her slick folds onto the thick skin of his cock. Damn, she couldn't express how it felt astounding the way her throbbing labia sizzled just by brushing against the tip of his cock.

"Please, Jeff!" she whimpered, pleading to the man in front of her to ruin her soul. Melinda tipped her toes and wrapped her arms around him. She nipped his lips, imploring, "I-I need—I can't take it anymore, Jeff."

In an instant, Jeffery's eyes hearkened with darkness. He pushed her into the wall, shoved her waist closer, and assaulted her mouth with his dereliction.

While their mouths delved into a chimeric of voracity, Jeffery rammed into her core, moving his cock in a jolting manner until he found the summit of his revelry. He pushed out again, and at his last pummel, he poured out all his essence inside her. In turn, Melinda drew a satiated heave. Her body went into a scintillating sensation as the combustion of quavering pleasure spurred out of her flesh. Feeling the swirl of their juices inside her, she couldn't be more satiable than before as she rested her head into the broad expanse of his shoulders.

"I'm not done with you yet, young lady." Jeffery dipped his lips onto her, dragged her lower lip into his, and slithered his tongue inside her.

Along with their tongues twirling in a rage of zeal, he thrust into Melinda once more while the seed in her nub driveled out of her damp folds.

...

Melinda and Jeffery came out from the fitting room an hour later. She followed him, with her cheeks tinted in deep, scarlet red. Her head was down, embarrassed and mortified from their promiscuous actives. She tried to look away from their evading gaze as she feigned a nonchalant expression when the sales lady was trying to get her attention.

Good thing that all personnel was in a tacit understanding. The counter manager respectfully returned the black card to Jeffery.

"Mr. Sterling, the clothes will be packed up later, and we will deliver them to Miss Green's home later."

Jeffery nodded, grabbing Melinda's small hand as they took off the mall.

During their ride home, Jeffery drove with one hand and asked Melinda, sitting beside him, who was quiet. He kept on glancing at her, noticing how reticent she was. He did not like it as he felt her reservation toward him.

"Aren't you afraid I am going to sell you out?"

She glanced at him and shook her head. Her amber eyes were full of devoid and confusion. "Sell me out? Why? Do you think I am some sort of good?" she asked.

Sensing his penetrating gaze towards her, she looked away. Her ears flushed, and her fingers clasped the clothes of her dress. She then asked in a low voice, intending to divert their topic, "Are we going somewhere?"

Jeffery lit a cigarette. "It's too late to ask. We will meet a couple of people and then go back home."

Hearing that, Melinda kept her mouth shut. Many would think she was so well-behaved that she seemed to have extraordinary trust in Jeffery.

After a couple of minutes of driving, Jeffery brought her to a party. The area was filled with ray lights and smoke while the centerfold brimmed with sticky bodies scouring into the pumping beat of the music. As they walked inside the club, the people acknowledged Jeffery's presence. It seemed everyone was from his circle or group of friends.

Meanwhile, Melinda had seen these people only on the screen of her mobile phone or television. His circle consisted of personalities and social media celebrities among the high-class socialites.

Of course, no one asked about her identity, and Jeffery didn't take their attention to introduce her to anyone. After all, she was a nobody to them and a commoner who lived below their economic means.

Realizing where they were, this modern soiree was the reason why Jeffery chose a fitted yet sophisticated dress. People gathered around him, and her presence was easily forgotten despite her expensive attire. She felt so small and degraded while gazing at each of their affluent gestures. Moreover, Jeffery seemed to forget her presence beside him. He smiled, talked, and conversed with the others while she waited for him in the corner.

After a long night of enduring the painstaking inaptness, Melinda was thankful the party was over. Jeffery took her back to his residence downtown instead of their family mansion.

"Make yourself at home."

…

It was already ten o'clock in the evening, and Melinda was lying on her bed. Her phone beeped on the table. Blankly, she grabbed her phone and read a notification. In shock, Melinda bolted upright.

"Five hundred dollars?" she asked.

Another notification popped into her phone's screen. She then read the message.

[Happy birthday! Do whatever you want with the money. You deserved it since you've been a good daughter to me.]

It was her mom.

A bit guilty, Melinda wondered if her mother would still say she was a good daughter if she found out something had already happened to her daughter and stepson.

She was in the middle of sending a reply when another notification came. Mom: [Go to bed now. Don't wait for me.] And she thought she was safely tucked in the vicinity of their ancestral house.

She sighed.

Her mother, Serena, was always beside John Sterling. She was happy for her happiness, but there were times when she felt down.

'It did not matter now, Mindy.' She shook her head. She was already mature and should stop asking for her mother's time.

With that, Melinda texted back to her mom to thank her, still lying in bed. Her face was still red, a hint of what she and Jeffery had done.

Then, she checked her online bank account. 'Holy cow. Four-figure sums!' She laughed. It was already a considerable amount to buy anything she wanted.

Rosie, her best friend, called this class upgrading. She had more than five thousand in her bank account in one day. Melinda felt over the moon that she hardly believed it until now!

"What are you laughing at?"

Melinda raised her head, and she met Jeffery's deep eyes. He just showered, and the only thing he wore was a towel. Damn, the man was tempting her.

She pursed her lips and showed him the transfer message. "Mom had transferred some money to wish me a happy birthday."

He gave her a curt nod. "Do you want me to transfer some money to you, too?"

Melinda thought about it, then answered, "If you want to."

"Wait for it. Done."

In a minute, Jeffery had transferred eight thousand to her just now.

Melinda was thrilled with over ten thousand in income in one day.

She had never had so much money before.

Jeffery gave her so much money.

"That was a lot," she commented. "Do you like me that much?"

Melinda sat up, folded her arms around his neck, and kissed the deep hollow of his cheeks. Blushing coyly, she thanked him. "I like you too, even if we only just met."

Jeffery's deep forest-green eyes narrowed ambiguously. His long fingers pinched her using his free finger while the other was used to holding the cigarette. He snorted and murmured, "You foolish girl."

Melinda did not hear him. "What? I beg your pardon?"

Jeffery was not delighted, but she didn't know what part she said was wrong. Confused, her doe-eyes gawked at him.

Her face, which was very tender and pretty, looked helpless to him. His chest felt punched into the veins, making his breathing stop. The woman was disturbingly attractive that he couldn't help his impulse to drag and claim her again.

Shoving the depraved thoughts out of his mind, he cleared his throat. "I'm complimenting you."

Jeffery snuffed out the smoke and tossed the cigarette's butt in the ashtray. He took the girl into his arm and ordered, "Go to sleep, darling."

Using his broad shoulder, Melinda used it to serve as her pillow. She faced him and gazed at him in wonder.

In the meantime, Jeffery was not pleased. His eyebrows sloped up, and he asked, "What do you want?"

She was quite niggling to him. Despite understanding the gap in their age and her level of maturity, Jeffery was still quite annoyed by her naivety.

Melinda pouted. "You haven't said happy birthday to me. I have been waiting for you to utter those words." Melinda stopped talking, pressing her lips tight close.

He could feel her breath in his chest. And he could see her molten eyes looking at him with expectation.

For a moment, Jeffery shut his eyes. Sighing in defeat, he muffled in a grisly tone. "Happy birthday. There. Happy?"

He then patted her buttocks slightly to let her honestly sleep. Besides, he needed to wake up early for the construction site since there would be media visiting them.

Conversely, finally hearing what she wanted, Melinda felt satisfied. She thanked Jeffery softly and went to sleep in his arms. And in her sleep, Melinda had the most fantastic dream with her lover.

…

When morning arrived, Melinda realized she was alone in bed, and Jeffery was nowhere in sight. Disappointed, she gathered all her clothes, fixed herself, and went directly to her home.

It was Sunday, and she had no classes. So she could return to bed and relax the entire day while waiting for him.

Thinking about him, Melinda barely helped herself to mull over. 'Where could Jeffery be? Is he in the office or a meeting?'

More so, she didn't receive any text informing him of his whereabouts.

Shrugging that notion out of her mind, she reminded herself that she was not the clingy type of girl. Because of that, she decided to return to her home and stayed there while waiting for Jeffery's text.

Melinda's house was an old building. It consisted of two floors and only covered an area of one yard. Her house was not spacious, and the outside was already ramshackle. Even more, she couldn't afford to renovate it with no extra money in her pocket.

As much as possible, she wanted to retain the cultural value of the house since she inherited it from their ancestors. And since her mother would marry John Sterling, it would automatically be given to her.

When she entered the door, she saw the room piled with a stack of clothes. With that, she remembered the logos of each bag from yesterday.

Melinda looked at the scene contentedly. She now had an annual supply of clothes. At this moment, her best friend, Rosalyn Strock—who grew up with her—returned from her part-time work.

Still shocked, Rose blurted out, "Mindy, did you go robbing? Where did you get those? And all of them are designer clothes!"