Divorced My Scum Husband, Married His Evil brother

227 Chapter 227

[Explicit jack-off scene.]

Vernon walked towards his bedroom, but he stopped right before he opened the bedroom door.

…

…

He paused for a moment and turned around. He walked to the main door of his penthouse instead, heading to the parking lot. He still had the same intention, that he wanted to jack off and release his desire, so he would have a good night's sleep.

But to do it in his bedroom might not be as stimulating and rewarding for him.

So he walked into the parking lot, heading straight to his parked car in the basement. He pressed the car key and entered his car.

Vernon sat for a while and looked down.

"Darn it, why are you still hard? Do we really need to do this?" Vernon cursed as his rock-hard cock still demanded to be rubbed and serviced.

Vernon sighed defeatedly and pulled down his trouser and boxer. His cock sprung up instantly. Under the dim light of the basement lot, Vernon could see his cock twitching, and the tip was already leaking precum.

"Unbelievable…" Vernon murmured. He could usually last for at least an hour or two when having sex with any woman. But now, he was just thinking about Chloe— not even touching her, and he was already leaking precum?!

What kind of lust spell did she put on him?!

Vernon grabbed the shaft of his thick and veiny dick and started slowly stroking it up and down. He leaned on the chair and closed his eyes.

His mind started creating vivid imagery of the woman that made him hard as a rock right now, the woman who dared to seduce him even though he was trying to hold himself.

"Fuck, I don't know what's her intention, but this is literally torture," Vernon complained.

Despite his annoyance, he was easily led by the nose, and the figure of Chloe was vividly pictured in his mind.

In his mind, Chloe was wearing thin black lingerie that basically covered nothing, but it made her look even more sensual than simply being plain naked.

She lay on his bed, looking at Vernon with a succubus-like grin on her face. She trailed her hand from her neck down to her boobs before patting her pussy gently.

Her sweet voice asked, 'Do you like what I wear right now?'

"Ugh… yes, I… I like it…." Vernon groaned and replied clearly, even though Chloe's voice was only in his head right now.

Shlick. Shlick. Shlick.

Vernon leaked even more precum, and it flowed down from the bulbous tip of his cock to his veiny shaft. The image of Chloe seducing him was too much for his poor cock that hadn't found its proper release for months.

'Boy, you look so eager, why don't you teach me a thing or two about sex. You claimed to be longer, harder, and bigger than your Big brother. I don't like a boy who's all talk, you know?' Chloe said, and she giggled coquettishly.

"Ahh— fuck yes! I'm… I'm better, bigger, longer, harder than my Big brother! I will prove it to you, I will show you that you only need mine!" Vernon claimed out loud in his car.

Shlick. Shlick. Shlick. Shlick. Shlick.

He stroked his dick even faster than before, his chest rising up and down, and his breath was getting heavier. His desire had overtaken him, and his vivid imagination about Chloe was like a strong aphrodisiac that made him hallucinate, making him unable to discern the difference between imagination and reality.

Chloe licked her lips in his imagination. She started playing with the string of her thin black panties that basically covered nothing and said;

'Do you want to take this lingerie off? I know that you're obsessing over my panties, right, boy?'

"Fuck! Yes! I— I love it when you're wearing lingerie, Chloe!" Vernon replied loudly and shamelessly. In his imagination, his free hand twitched as if wanting to strip the black lingerie off Chloe's body.

Vernon could not deny that he loved the image of Chloe wearing various styles of lingerie. Lingerie was basically his fetish, which was why he liked seeing other women he hooked up with wearing lingerie.

But deep down, he knew he was lusting over those women because of the lingerie, not because of the women wearing them.

But it was different when Chloe was the one who wore it.

Because he knew that Chloe + lingerie was a deadly combo worth dying for.

His free hand felt empty as he wanted to touch the black lingerie, and he knew well what he should do to relieve this obsession.

It was also the reason why he jacked off in his car.

Vernon opened his eyes, and his gaze was solely focused on the dashboard glove box where he stored random stuff.

He opened the glove box and saw kinky black panties that were the exact same lingerie in his imagination just now.

He retrieved these panties when Chloe and he spent the night in his room when he was stupid drunk that night.

He had always been self-conscious about the existence of the black lingerie in his car and ought to throw it away many times.

But he never had the willpower to throw it away and decided to keep it inside his glove box for no reason.

Until this day, of course.

Vernon picked up the black lingerie and crumpled it with his free hand. He put the crumpled lingerie right under his nose and sniffed deep.

His eyes rolled up, and his cock started twitching and throbbing uncomfortably.

"Ugh… it's her lingerie that rubbed on her pussy lips… I love this," Vernon murmured while speaking vulgar stuff.

He took another deep sniff. Unfortunately, the scent was no longer there since it's been inside his car for days, but the psychological pleasure combined with his imagination made it ten times better than it actually was.

"I want the one she just wear, but this will do…."