Page 157 of For the Fans
“Squeeze on it,” he snarls. “Suck it all…out.Fuck, baby, I’m gonna fill you…”
“Fill me.”
“Take it.”
“I’m taking it.”
“Kyran…”
“Avi.”
I’m being flooded. I can feel it, gushing inside me while he stuffs it deep with shallow thrusts. Gasping and panting and the quietest grunts we can control fill the air, covered by the running water as my stepbrother comes in my ass and I clench my muscles on him to grip him in me tight.
“God-fucking-damn, baby…” he sighs, hands rushing all over, cherishing my wet flesh with affection as he comes down from the high of his orgasm. “Youarea fucking superstar.”
A chuckle bubbles from my throat as he pulls me up and I straighten once more, his fingers playing with the curves in my chest and abs, lips dancing all over my shoulders.
“Superstar at getting fucked…” I rasp, resting my weight against him. “Who knew?”
“But only by me… right?” he whispers, a rare twinge of Avi vulnerability sneaking out with his words.
I gulp, and nod. “Only you.”
And it’s the truth. Because as up in the air as this whole thing has become, one thing I can say with full certainty is that I don’t want to be doing this with anyone else. It’s confusing enough as it is… But for some reason, with Avi, it doesn’t feel as scary as it should.
Maybe he’s given me a little of his reliance… to share.
“Ky…” he rumbles into me, flicking my earlobe with his tongue. “Squeeze on it while I pull out. Hold it in… I wanna try something.”
His tone has this needy fascination, a desperate wonder that has me doing exactly as he wishes. I clamp my ass while he tugs his cock out of me, slowly, prompting a long, satisfied hum from within my chest.
But then I feel him crouching down. And my cheeks burn as I peek at him over my shoulder, watching him open my ass and stuff his lips in between.
“Baby… Uhhfuck,baby, feed it to me,” his choked voice stammers, like he’s lost in the pure obscenity of what he’s doing.
Licking my hole, sucking on it while I slowly, tentatively release and his cum seeps out… into his waiting mouth.
“Jesus fuck…” I groan, while he hungrily eats his cum out of my ass. “That’s fucking…”
“Hot,” he whimpers, kissing my hole over and over.
“Sohot,” I purr.
He stands up, wiping the back of his mouth and staring at me with hooded eyes. And I spin around, grabbing his jaw and kissing him hard, without a single fuck to give in the world.
This is so fucking dirty, so depraved… And we’re not even doing it for the fans. We’re doing it forus, because wewantto. And just like everything with us, it seems to just happen.
Maybe the reason I’ve been fighting this so hard is because I knew it was inevitable… The chemistry of hate was never strong enough to overpower the hunger ofwant.
AnyH0leWillDo: I’ll be the squirrel, you be the tree, and I’ll bust a nut in your hole.
Creampie_dreampie: idk bc Not_Your_Baby is looking pretty baby to me rn
Aknock at the door flings my heart up into my throat.
This… What is this??
I thought I was too high to feel such things…
