My Stepbrother Wants Me-Chapter 121: Good Hard Fvck

Julian’s POV

I led Catherine into the bathroom. She was completely naked, I peeled my own clothes off too and joined her in the shower, standing at her back.

She was about to pick the soap when I placed my palm on the back of her hand, "let me wash you off," I whispered, my voice raspy.

"Don’t worry, Julian. I can do it myself," she replied, my release still drying on her skin, she looked like a queen.

"No, I told you I’d take care of it," I murmured, stepping between her knees.

I was gentle as I wiped the traces of myself from her face and chest. I was "unhinged," losing my mind in her, and now I felt like a servant worshipping at an altar.

Her cheeks turned pink and she tried to hide the fact that she was blushing from me.

After I was done with her face, I gently turned her around. Her back was now faxed to me... her ass and all, she was making me hard again. I wanted to enter her right this second but I couldn’t. I was supposed to wash her body first.

I finished soaping her body, and my hand moved lower, getting close to her vagina. Just before I could touch it, she placed her hand on mine, stopping me. "Not there."

"Huh?" I replied in a low tone, confused.

She let out a low chuckle. "We don’t use soap around that part, just water to make it clean."

"For real? Just water and you smell so good down there?"

I couldn’t see her face but I knew she was biting her lips and stopping herself from blushing real hard. After washing my sperm off her body, I rinsed my hand and went back to her vagina to wash it with just ’water’.

Reaching there, I didn’t expect to feel her wetness, especially since the shower tap was still running. "Are you always this wet or do I have such a strong effect on you?" My lips brushed her ear and I felt her body shake.

"Stop teasing me," she whispered back.

"Okay ma’am," I replied with a joking tone.

I started washing that part and I did it with careful softness.

You’re very good at that," she whispered, her eyes fluttering shut as my fingers moved in. "Where did you learn to be so... gentle?"

"I didn’t," I admitted, my voice a raspy confession. "I spent my life around Richard who used their hands to hurt. I guess I just decided a long time ago that if I ever found someone worth holding, I’d do the opposite."

She didn’t reply, and I knew she was trying not to make me get emotional. After I was done with washing her, I picked a towel and was about to dab her body dry when she asked, "what are you doing?"

My forehead creased, as I replied, "drying you up, obviously."

She turned around and looked me in the eyes. Her eyes held something unexplainable, like fire and ice. "Is this not the time where you get to fuck me hard?"

That question threw me off. It was like an unexpected punch, except that it didn’t come with any pain. I let out a loud laugh, luckily her bathroom was noise proof.

"Shut up, you are going to wake the house and get us caught."

I moved closer to her and ducked my head, so my lips would touch her ear. "Are you forgetting your bathroom is noise proof?"

"Still shut up," she insisted and I realised she was pissed.

"Sorry Wildie, but I can’t fuck you here, I left the condoms in the bedroom," I whispered and pinched her nose, "don’t get any angrier or you might explode."

Before she could break something on my head or give me a cold snap, I pressed my lips on her, forcefully prying my tongue in. She was angry at first and refused me entry but of course, my charm worked.

She kissed me back and soon we were back to the bedroom. She sat on the bed while I stood by the vanity, watching her play nasty and flirt with me using her eyes, mouth and legs.

"Where are you learning all this from?" I asked with an amused smile, moved with a strange, focused deliberation.

She didn’t reply, her eyes just remained on me the entire time. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, her legs swinging slightly, showing me her full nakedness.

The "Wildcat" was still there in the tilt of her chin. No woman’s sex appeal could beat that of Catherine. She’s insanely gorgeous, attractive and very seductive without having to do much.

"You’re being awfully quiet, Julian," she said, her voice dropping into a low, velvety register that made my pulse skip. "Is the big, bad Vaughn feeling a little shy now that the lights are on?"

I didn’t answer right away. I tapped on the table and looked away with a scoff. She was even daring me now. I walked over to her and stepped between her knees, forcing her to look up at me. "I’m not shy, Catherine. I’m just staring at you, I enjoy watching you. It’s not every day I get the opportunity... you know. I don’t always get the chance to see this damsel look so... undone."

"You are still wet, we should get you dry. Turn around," I whispered and she obeyed immediately, her back facing me.

I pulled my tongue out, using it to trace her mid back bone. I gently turned her around, traced the curve of her jaw, the line of her throat, and the slope of her shoulders. I wanted her to feel my heat.

After I dried her body, I tossed the cloth aside, giving her a predatory look. The playful banter died then.

"Now," I said, my hands sliding down to her waist, pulling her flush against me. "About that punishment I promised."

I reached for my denim jeans on the floor, my fingers finding the silver squares I’d brought. I saw her eyes widen again; that look of "unhinged" surprise I loved so much.

I didn’t say a word as I prepared myself, my gaze never leaving hers. I wanted her to see every bit of the hunger I’d been suppressing since the moment she’d walked down the stairs in that violet dress.

When I moved over her, the world narrowed down to the space between our bodies. It wasn’t just sex; it was a reclamation.

"Julian," she gasped, her fingers digging into my shoulders, her nails marking me.

"Please..."

"Say it," I commanded, my pace steady and relentless. "Tell me whose you are."

"Yours," she choked out, her head tossing back against the pillows. "Always yours."

The "punishment" was thorough. I pushed her until she was nothing but a mess of sensation, until the "Wildcat" was reduced to a soft, purring creature beneath me. We moved together in a beautiful rhythm, a dance of two people trying to build a fortress out of a single bed. I continually thrust into her hard and fast till we finally exploded, releasing our cum. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

I collapsed against her, my heart hammering against hers like a trapped bird. I didn’t move for a long time, content to just feel the warmth of her and the slow, steady return of my own breath.

I eventually pulled the duvet over us, tucking the edges around her shoulders. I stayed awake for a while, watching the way her eyelashes cast long shadows on her cheeks.

"Julian?" she murmured, her voice thick with sleep, her hand finding mine under the covers.

"Yes baby," I whispered.

"Don’t let Richard or anyone tear us apart. Even when the sun comes up... don’t let them take this part back."

I squeezed her hand, a lump forming in my throat that I couldn’t swallow. "He can’t take what he doesn’t know exists, Catherine. Go to sleep, you are exhausted."