Page 49 of Forbidden Harvest

Jared pauses, his hands gripping my hips. “Breathe, baby. Let your body adjust.”

I take a shuddering breath. Then, he pulls back, slowly retreating, before thrusting back into me, his cock opening me further.

He establishes a rhythm, his cock moving in and out relentlessly.

The pleasure builds with each stroke, intensifying the fire burning inside me. His thrusts become more urgent, his grip on my hips tightening as he loses himself in the pleasure.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he pants. “I can’t get enough of this sweet ass.”

“Harder, please, give it to me harder!” I beg.

He groans but obliges as his thrusts become more forceful, pounding into me so hard it’s like he’s trying to split me in half. The sweet pain sends me higher. “Goddamn it, baby,” he grunts. “You’re so fucking perfect. I love how you can’t get enough of your stepbrother’s cock in your ass.”

A keening moan leaves my lips. The more we do this, the more I embrace the taboo nature of our actions. When he calls me his sister or mentions him being my stepbrother, it makes it ten times hotter. The room fills with the sounds of our passion—my whimpers, his harsh grunts.

Jared leans down, his mouth by my ear. “That’s it. Scream my name.”

His words push me over the edge. “Jared!” My nails dig into the mattress below, my body quaking with the force of my release. My ass clenches around him, milking his cock as my climax wracks me.

He fucks me through my orgasm, prolonging the sensation. “You’re such a good girl for your stepbrother, aren’t you?” he whispers. “So eager to please.”

He slams into me, his cock claiming every inch of me. My body convulses, my muscles clenching as I surrender to the pleasure. “That’s it, baby,” he growls. “Take it. Take my cock.”

He thrusts into me with abandon, driven by his primal desire. “Come for me again,” he demands, pounding into me. “Show me how much you love my cock in your ass.”

His words, combined with the overwhelming pleasure, push me over the edge again. “Yes, Jared!” My body convulses as a second release washes over me, my inner walls clenching around him in rapid pulses.

He groans, his thrusts becoming erratic as he loses control. “Fuck, Aria! Your ass is going to be the death of me.”

His breathing is harsh and unsteady. He grips my hips roughly, yanking me back with force as he comes apart, his cock pulsing and filling me with cum.

Slowly, he withdraws from my ass, and I immediately feel empty.

And then, I feel his tongue on my ass, licking and teasing, tasting his release in my ass. I moan, my eyes closing.

“That’s it, baby,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my skin. “Let my cum go. Feed it to me.”

Fuck.

I push and feel his cum slide out of me. It’s so fucking dirty, but I don’t care. All that matters is Jared and the pleasure he’s giving me.

He collects his release in his mouth, and I can feel his tongue probing, making sure he gets every last drop. Then, he pulls away.

Grabbing me, he forces me onto my back, holding his cum in one side of his mouth. “Open that pretty mouth for me.”

My heart is pounding in my chest as I do as he says, opening my mouth, my breath coming in shallow gasps.

Jared’s eyes are dark with desire. He spit into my mouth, his cum mingling with my saliva. It’s warm and salty, and I know I should be disgusted, but all I feel is desire.

“Swallow it,” he commands.

I obey without hesitation.

“That’s it, baby,” he whispers. “Such a good girl.” He watches me swallow. “You like that, don’t you? Me eating my cum out your ass and making you swallow it?”

He kisses me, and I melt, my hands tangling in his hair as I return the kiss.

I am his—body, heart, and soul—and it’s a realization that sets my spirit free. I’ve spent my life craving this kind of connection, this feeling of being truly seen and understood.

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