Daddy’s billionaire step-brother
Chapter 26: Hurts so good

Adrian took Clara by the hand and led her to the master bedroom, a luxurious space dominated by a grand king-sized bed. The room was bathed in soft, golden light from the setting sun filtering through the sheer curtains. Adrian closed the door behind them. He turned to Clara, his eyes filled with a mixture of tenderness and desire. Slowly, he stepped closer, his hands gently resting on her shoulders. Clara's heart pounded in her chest as she looked up at him, feeling both nervous and exhilarated.

With deliberate, careful movements, Adrian began to unbutton Clara's uniform shirt. His fingers brushed against her skin, sending shivers down her spine. He kept his eyes locked on hers. As each button came undone, the fabric of her shirt fell away, revealing more of her bare skin. Adrian's touch was light, almost reverent, as if he were unwrapping a precious gift.

When her shirt was fully open, Adrian slipped it off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. He cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs gently stroking her cheeks.

Clara looked up at Adrian, her eyes shimmering with a mix of nervousness and anticipation. "Adrian," she whispered, her voice barely audible, "do it like you did at the country club."

Adrian's eyes darkened with desire as he recalled the way he fucked her rough against the wall. He nodded slowly, a small, knowing smile playing on his lips. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

Clara nodded, biting her lip.

Adrian pulled Clara closer, his grip firm yet gentle as he guided her toward the bed. With a swift, controlled movement, he sat down and positioned her over his knees. Clara's breath hitched, a mix of excitement and trepidation coursing through her as Adrian lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties.

"Remember," Adrian whispered, his voice low and authoritative, "you asked for this."

Clara nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. "Yes, sir," she replied, her voice barely a whisper.

Adrian's hand hovered above her bare ass for a moment, the anticipation building. Then, with a measured, deliberate motion, he brought his hand down in a firm, controlled spank. The sharp sound echoed in the room, and Clara gasped, feeling a sting that quickly transformed into a warm, throbbing sensation.

He paused, allowing her a moment to catch her breath before delivering another spank, and then another. Each strike was precise and measured, blending pain with pleasure in a way that made Clara's senses whirl. Her hands gripped the bedspread, knuckles white, as she struggled to contain the mixture of emotions surging through her.

Adrian's hand rubbed soothingly over her reddened skin between each spank.

When he finally stopped, Adrian's hands moved to gently lift Clara off his lap and pull her into his embrace. He kissed her forehead, his lips warm and reassuring. "Are you okay, babygirl?" he asked, his voice filled with concern. Clara looked up at Adrian, her eyes glistening with unshed tears and a haze of pleasure. "It hurts," she whispered, her voice trembling, "but it feels so good."

Adrian's gaze softened, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "I can show you so much more," he murmured, his voice a low, seductive promise. "Pleasure in ways you never dreamed of."

Clara's breath caught in her throat, a shiver running down her spine. "Show me then," she said, her voice barely more than a whisper, filled with anticipation and trust.

Adrian unhooked Clara's bra with practiced ease, letting it fall away to reveal her bare chest. His hands moved over her skin, fingers brushing lightly against her sensitive flesh, sending shivers down her spine. Clara's breath hitched in her throat. Adrian's hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her sensitive nipples.

He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her skin. Clara's eyes fluttered shut as Adrian's mouth found its way to her chest, his lips tracing a path of soft kisses and gentle nibbles. His tongue flicked over her nipple, drawing a soft moan from

her lips.

Adrian's hands continued to explore, his touch a tantalizing blend of tenderness and urgency. He alternated between kissing and licking, his mouth and hands working in perfect harmony to heighten Clara's pleasure. She arched her back, pressing herself closer to him.

Adrian's lips closed around her nipple, sucking gently before releasing it and moving to the other. Clara's fingers tangled in his hair, her breaths coming in short, ragged gasps.

She could feel the heat of his arousal pressing against her, and it sent a thrill through her entire body. Adrian's fingers moved to his own waistband, deftly unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. His hands settled on her hips, guiding her as she positioned herself over his hard cock.

Slowly, Clara lowered herself onto him, a gasp escaping her lips as he filled her tight pussy with his cock. Adrian's hands tightened on her hips, steadying her as she began to move.

Clara began to ride him furiously as if something primal and unhinged demanded it from her. She supported herself by holding onto his shoulders while his strong hands guided her movements. She moaned while he grunted; his eyes fixed upon her, filled with a twisted hunger as she pleased him.

With a shuddering thrust, Clara felt herself teeter on the edge of release. Adrian's hands tightened on her hips, his breath hot against her skin as he whispered her name.

Clara cried out, her body convulsing with pleasure as she came. Adrian followed her, his own release mingling with hers. She could feel his cock throbbing and his hot cum filling her, which felt amazing. Clara collapsed against Adrian, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. He held her close, his hands stroking her back.