Page 111 of Under the Bed

I even add teeth. Blindly, I dip a finger into an open cut, then sink it into her ass. I finger-fuck her there, stretching her and using her blood as lube.

“I’m taking your ass.” I go deeper into her ass, faster as I breathe the words against her pussy. “Gonna mark you everywhere, little sister.”

Shiloh is delirious, repeating my name and panting. I can’t see her face when mine is pressed to her pussy, when I return to sucking and biting and licking her. But I hear her. I hear how the pleasure agonizes her.

After a few short minutes, I get her there. It’s a high like no other, to have her clench around me. Her muffled screams are meant for my ears only. Her pussy pulsates, and her hips push into my face, and Jesus fuck.

She’s drenching my chin. Trembling and helpless and mine.

No riding it out with her. No waiting out her shivers and watching her pussy weep for me.

Not today.

“I need inside you.” I sit up, holding her upright while I free my throbbing cock. “Need to fill that pretty”—this slap goes to her pussy for being so fucking tempting—“cunt. I’ll save your ass for another day.”

Her anguished moan makes my dick jump in my hand. My barbell is soaked with my precum.

“Don’t stop.”

“Greedy little slut.”

Between her blood, orgasm, and her body arching toward me, she’s the most beautiful thing ever to exist. No matter where I go, Shiloh will be the most entrancing person in the room.

She turns even more beautiful with my cock shoved inside her cunt.

“Oh,fuck,” I groan the moment I’m balls deep inside her. The moment she whispers my name.

My fingers are buried in her hips, marking her. My cock rams into her tight pussy.

“You’re so big.” Her words are laced with pain. I could come from listening to her alone. “It hurts. Please. Slower.”

“Not happening.” I slap her ass, getting blood on my hand. “Your pussy belongs to me. You don’t get to tell me no.”

My stepsister is as sick as I am, moaning at my words. She fucking soaks me. “What’s wrong with me?”

“Nothing’s wrong with you.” Her ass is painted in every shade of red. From my hand marks to the cuts. She’s hurt. Bruised. I ride her like a beast. Like a starved man, I watch my cock dragging out and slamming back into her. “Nothing’s wrong with being a slut for pain and your big stepbrother.”

“Please. Please, Kaleb.”

“Baby.”

While I’ve been using my cock to beat her pretty cunt, her hair has fallen over her face. I lean in, tucking it away and securing it in place. Her pulse is fast under my fingers, her nape fragile. Breakable.

The desire to snap it is derailed by the need to make her come. To keep her close to me, always. As I stare at her eye, her red cheek, and parted lips, I snake my free hand to her clit. Rub, twist, and flick it the way she likes.

She’s goddamn high on it, writhing against me, mouthingpleaseandI need you. My vixen. My sex addict.

My beautiful Shiloh.

Fucking, so I’ve heard, is about racing to reach your own orgasm. Getting what you want out of your partner.

Bullshit.

The moment that my stepsister’s pussy clamps on my dick and sucks me in, I know better.

This is about making the other person come.

That’s what I’m chasing here. That’s my opiate. My heroin.

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