Page 67 of Forbidden Harvest

“Please… Jared.” I whisper, not sure what I’m begging for, but knowing I need more. “I want… more.”

A soft chuckle vibrates against my back as he moves his fingers in and out, gradually increasing his pace. “Greedy little sister, aren’t you?”

“Greedy for you,” I correct him, my voice strained. “Always for you.”

His fingers twist and turn inside me, massaging and preparing me for his desires. My body is on fire, burning with a need that only he can quench.

“One more,” Jared whispers, his lips brushing my shoulder. “Then I’ll give you what you really want.”

I squeeze my eyes shut, bracing myself as a fourth finger joins the others. It’s tight, almost unbearably so, but the stretch feels right. My breath comes in short gasps, my body arching back against him.

“Perfect,” Jared whispers, his thumb caressing my lower back. “So fucking perfect, Aria.”

His fingers scissor inside me, preparing me to receive him. My skin flushes, and my entire being is focused on the pleasure he’s orchestrating.

Then, slowly, he withdraws his fingers, leaving me feeling empty and longing. I whimper softly, craving more.

“Don’t worry, baby. I have something much better to fill you with.”

I hear the soft clink of glass, and then the cold, smooth surface of the wine bottle teases my opening. My breath catches as the thick end pushes inside me, inch by inch, stretching me wider than I’ve ever been stretched before.

“Oh, Jared!” I cry out. “It’s so big!”

“Shh, you’re doing amazing.” His voice is soothing. “Take a deep breath and relax. Let it fill you.”

I follow his instructions, breathing deeply as the bottle invades me, expanding me in a way that defies logic as it’s a bit thicker than his cock. The cold glass sends shivers through my body, and the burn of the stretch consumes me.

“That’s it, baby,” Jared whispers, caressing my hips. “You’re taking it so well.”

He continues to push the bottle inside me. The pressure is overwhelming. I feel impossibly full, stretched to my limits. My whimpers fill the room.

“Fuck, yes…” The words escape my lips.

I feel stretched beyond my limits, unlike anything I’ve experienced before. I can’t believe my body is accommodating the width of this bottle, opening me wider than I thought possible.

“Take it all, baby. My dirty little stepsister, always craving more.”

“More…” I whisper, not entirely sure what I’m asking for.

Jared suddenly withdraws the bottle, leaving me feeling empty and longing for that fullness again. “So fucking greedy, but I’ll give you more, princess.”

Before I can process his words, I feel the smooth, thin neck of the bottle tease my pussy.

“Now this...” Jared’s voice drops an octave, “is going in your tight pussy.”

I bite my lip as the thin end of the bottle pushes into my swollen, sensitive core. It’s a different sensation—intense and pleasurable, causing me to cry out softly.

“Fuck, yes…” Jared whispers. I watch him over my shoulder as his eyes are fixed on the bottle disappearing inside me, feeling where it flares from the neck. “Your pussy is devouring it.”

I can’t deny the truth of his words. My body eagerly welcomes the intrusion, the glass slipping inside with ease. The stretch feels exquisite, pushing me closer to the edge.

“Look at that,” Jared whispers, his voice raw with desire as he takes in the sight of the bottle nestled between my legs. “You’ve got a wine bottle inside you, and your ass is still begging for more. You’re so greedy for it, Aria.”

I am lost for words, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through my body. All I can do is nod, my breath coming in short gasps.

His cock teases my opening, the tip pressing against me. “I’m going to give you what you need.”

And then he’s pushing inside, filling me in a way that makes the bottle seem insignificant. The stretch of his cock invading my already stretched hole sends a shockwave of pleasure through me, and I cry out.

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