Daddy’s billionaire step-brother
Chapter 38: Harder than drugs

Adrian's breath hitched as Clara's shirt fell open, revealing her bare skin. The sight of her sitting on the edge of his desk, teasing him with that reckless smile, was enough to drive him mad. Every rational thought he had, every warning screaming in his mind, faded into the background. All that was left was her. "Clara," he whispered, but it wasn't a plea to stop anymore. It was something deeper, an admission of defeat. He couldn't resist her, no matter how hard he tried.

She leaned back, bracing herself on her palms, arching her chest toward him in an invitation. "Adrian."

Adrian crossed the room in two long strides, his hands reaching out to grab her waist. The second his fingers touched her, he felt the surge of electricity between them, a pull so strong it made him dizzy. He crashed his lips into hers, not caring anymore about the consequences, about the promises he'd made to himself. All he wanted was her, and he needed her now.

Clara moaned into his mouth, her hands sliding up his chest, gripping at his shirt as if to anchor herself to him. Adrian kissed her with a desperate intensity, his hands roaming over her body, feeling the soft warmth of her skin under his touch. The sound of her breathless gasps, the way she responded to him with equal hunger, only fueled the fire inside him.

His hands moved to her thighs, pulling her closer to the edge of the desk, positioning her right where he needed her. Clara's legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him in, and he could feel the heat radiating from her. His mind was a blur of want, drowning in the sensation of her pressed against him.

"I can't stop," he muttered against her lips, his voice strained as he gripped her hips.

"Then don't," Clara whispered back, her fingers tangling in his hair. Her eyes were wild, daring him to give in completely, and he was powerless to resist her.

Adrian's hands slid up her body, pushing her bra off her shoulders and exposing her soft, gorgeous breasts to him. He kissed a trail down her neck, biting softly at the sensitive skin just below her ear, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from her. Clara arched into him, her body trembling with anticipation as his hands roamed over her tits, his lips marking every inch of her exposed skin.

"You drive me insane," he growled, his voice thick with desire. His hands fumbled with the edges of her panties under her plaid skirt, pulling them down with a roughness that made Clara gasp.

She bit her lip, watching him with half-lidded eyes. "Good," she whispered, her voice breathless and teasing. "I like you insane. I want you insane."

That simple admission pushed Adrian over the edge. He pulled her panties down completely, discarding them on the floor before his hands moved to undo his own belt. Clara's eyes followed his every move, her body writhing with need. She sat back on the desk, propping herself up on her elbows, watching him with a smirk, her legs spread just enough to drive him wild.

Adrian undid his pants with one swift movement, pushing them down just enough to expose his hard cock. The sight of Clara waiting for him, her chest rising and falling rapidly with each breath, her body glowing under the soft light of his office, made him lose what little control he had left.

He grabbed her by the hips and pulled her to the edge of the desk again, positioning himself between her legs. The heat between them was unbearable now, the tension thick in the air. Clara's hands slid up his chest, her nails scraping against his skin as she pulled him down toward her.

"Fuck me,” she whispered, her voice barely audible but filled with need. "Fuck me, Adrian."

He couldn't deny her. With one swift movement, he pushed inside her, burying himself deep. Clara let out a sharp gasp, her back arching off the desk, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she clung to him.

Adrian groaned, the feeling of her tight and warm pussy around his cock overwhelming his senses. He gripped her hips tightly, pulling her even closer as he started to move, each thrust harder and more desperate than the last. Clara moaned beneath him, her body responding to every movement, every inch of him.

"You feel... so good," Adrian panted, his hands sliding up her sides, memorizing every curve, every dip of her body. Clara's breath hitched, her nails digging into his skin. “Don't stop,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need.

Adrian leaned down, capturing her lips in a bruising kiss as he drove into her harder, deeper. Every thought he had of stopping, of pushing her away, was gone. All that mattered was this moment, this feeling of being consumed by her. Clara's legs tightened around his waist, pulling him closer as she surrendered completely to him. Her body trembled beneath his, her breaths coming in short, shallow gasps as she neared the edge. Adrian could feel her tightening around him, her soft moans filling the room as they moved together in perfect rhythm.

The sound of their bodies meeting, the desperate gasps, the tension in the air-it all built to a crescendo as Clara cried out, her body tensing as she reached a soft orgasm. Adrian followed soon after, his movements becoming frantic, erratic, as he buried himself deep inside her one last time, filling her up with his cum, losing himself completely in the sensation of her.

For a moment, the world stood still. All Adrian could hear was the pounding of his own heart, the soft pants of Clara's breath, and the lingering feeling of her body pressed against his.

He knew this should have never happened. But as he held her close, feeling the weight of her in his arms, he knew that no matter how hard he tried, he could never let her go.