Page 68 of Forbidden Harvest

“Oh, God, Jared!” My body bows as the pleasure consumes me. The bottle shifts inside my pussy, adding to the incredible fullness I feel.

“Damn, Aria. I knew you could take it.” His hands grip my hips tightly, his cock sliding in and out of my well-prepared hole with ease. “Feels so fucking good, baby.”

“Yes… Jared.” I moan, my head falling back as he thrusts into me with abandon. “It feels so good.”

The sensation is indescribable—the contrasting temperatures of glass and his cock, the smooth glass against my sensitive flesh, and the hardness of his length stretching me. It’s wrong on many levels, but it is undeniably right.

Jared’s thrusts are powerful and relentless, driving into me with a force that makes the bottle move inside my pussy. The friction is incredible, sparking pleasure that radiates through my body.

“You like that, baby?” he growls, his hips slapping against my rear. “You like being filled by me and this bottle?”

“Yes!” I cry out, my fingers digging into the counter. “I love it. Don’t stop, Jared. Please, don’t stop.”

He lets out a wild grunt and begins to pound into me with fervor. The sound of our bodies colliding fills the room, accompanied by the wet squelching of the bottle moving in and out of my pussy.

“Tightest ass I’ve ever had,” Jared pants as he thrusts into me, his hands slapping my ass cheeks. “It’s like it was made for my cock.”

“Oh, fuck!” The words escape my lips as he hits a spot inside me that sends lightning bolts of pleasure through my body.

“You like that, baby?” Jared teases, slowing his pace slightly. “You like it when I hit that sweet spot?”

“Yes… there,” I whimper, my voice strained. “Right there, Jared. Please don’t stop.”

He needs no further encouragement. His hands grip my hips roughly as he pounds into me with renewed fervor, his cock seeking out that spot over and over again.

The pleasure coils within me like a spring, tightening with each thrust. My body clenches around the bottle and Jared’s cock, and I know I’m close.

“Come for me, baby,” Jared grits out. “Let me feel you squeeze my cock.”

And then I’m falling, my body shuddering through an explosive orgasm. My walls clench around Jared’s cock and the bottle, milking him as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me. I cry out, my voice echoing in the room as Jared continues to thrust into me, riding out my climax.

His thrusts become erratic as he chases his own release. With a final, powerful thrust, he buries himself deep inside me and lets out a primal growl. I feel his warmth as he fills me.

We stand connected for a moment, his chest heaving against my back. “That was... incredible,” he manages to say.

“Yes,” I whisper, my body still humming with pleasure. “It was.”

Jared slowly withdraws from me, and I whimper at the loss of his thickness. He eases the bottle from my pussy with care, leaving me exposed to the cool air.

He turns me to face him, his eyes burning with intensity. “We’re just getting started, baby sis. There’s so much more for us to explore.”

Desire ignites me at his words, and I know it’s true. We’ve crossed boundaries, defied societal norms, and surrendered to our darkest desires. There’s no going back now—only forward into the abyss of our forbidden cravings. And I eagerly anticipate what other pleasures Jared has in store for me.

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JARED

Awarmth spreads through my body as I remain inside Aria, our bodies tangled together. Aria on the edge of the kitchen table and me standing between her thighs.

Sunlight streams in, casting a soft glow over her skin. Her eyes are closed, and she has a peaceful smile on her lips. She looks like a fucking angel.

I lean down, capturing her mouth with mine. Her hands rest on my chest, silently inviting me to linger. I grip her tighter, unwilling to let go.

“Stay with me,” she whispers, a plea that mirrors my desire.

“Always,” I murmur, punctuating my promise with a gentle thrust. Her soft gasp goes straight to my cock, her walls clenching around me.

The morning light bathes the scene—her pale skin, dark curls cascading over her shoulders, and the satisfied curve of her mouth. I trace kisses along her jaw, tasting the salt of her skin, my hands possessively exploring every curve. My little doll, mine to cherish, possess, and protect.

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