This Won't Work

Her Brother

"I'm fucked up, I'm black and blue
I'm built for it, all the abuse
I got secrets
That nobody, nobody, nobody knows"

- Kehlani

Damien stepped out of the car and spotted Marissa in the distance. She was walking towards a different hotel building.

Yesterday's events had left a roster of questions in Damien's head. He was curious enough that he was willing to find out the answers himself. That is why he had ordered the driver to follow his sisters car.

Once he saw she stepped inside, he then began trailing after her.

At a distance, he saw her start up a staircase. When she reached the top step he then began walking up.

They walked up 3 flights of stairs. He trailed after her in a lengthy hallway.

She stopped at a door. An enterance to another hallway was where Damien stopped to watch. He peeked at her from the corner of this hallway.

The door opened to reveal the voice of a man. Cameron.

He was right. Something was going on.

Damien couldn't make out what he was saying. Cameron and Marissa exchanged words before he heard the door close.

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"I can't believe you followed me all the way here, Cam." Her eyes studied his good looks, her breathing becoming unsteady.

"As much as you're addicted to me, I am to you." He hand cupped her cheek which was warming under his touch.

"This is so wrong." Marissa's eyebrows furrowed.

"You didn't say that when this started."

And he was right. This has been going on for two whole years. She had put in the slightest effort to stop herself and if those efforts didn't work then that was it.

Marissa's eyes fluttered close for a second. She needed to think about what she was doing.

"You're so beautiful, Issa."

That was it. One compliment and her lips were on his. It wasn't slow or passionate. She assaulted his lips, her hands roaming all over his body, pulling him closer and closer and closer.

Cameron held her ass when she hopped up into his arms. Her legs wrapped around his waist as they continued kissing.

Cameron's lips moved onto her neck.

She practically ripped his shirt off.

Her shirt was on the ground next.

He sucked the skin around her collarbones.

She grappled at his strong back.

His sweatpants were down.

Her jean shorts were off.

Her bra landed on the floor.

He kissed her breasts, her stomach, her navel.

Her panties were next and now she was completely bare.

They had done this so many times before it was almost muscle memory now. They moved in sync. Desperate, hungry, quick.

His fingers stroked her insides.

He told her how wet she was.

He told her how eager she was.

He told her how much of a slut she was.

She was a slut. She was cheating on Charles and she was enjoying it.

His hand was on her throat.

She told him how much she liked to be choked.

He thrusted inside of her in one rough movement.

She could cry from the pleasure.

Charles didn't do this. Charles was romantic. Vanilla. He didn't enter her roughly. He didn't choke her. He didn't tell her how much of a slut she was.

He told her that Charles couldn't do this.

She secretly agreed.

She pulled him closer, and closer, and closer.

She told him how close to coming she was.

He told her how close he was.

His fingers teased her nipples.

Why didn't Charles do this? Why didn't he make her feel like Cameron did?

She cried out as she came.

Her body weakened from the waves of satisfaction rolling over her.

He pulled out.

His cum was on her stomach.

It was the best sight he'd ever seen.

She'd done it again and for what? For 15 minutes of temporary satisfaction? She didn't even like Cameron. He was a manipulative asshole. What was the appeal? Why did she find herself coming back to him?

Walking out of his room, fully dressed, regretful and guilty, she didn't expect to see her brother.

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