Page 44 of Jealous Stepbrother
I take a moment to bask in the delicious picture she makes, blinking, lips swollen, cum-drunk and about to be introduced to a whole new plane of pleasure.
But my body is done waiting.So I surge up, position myself behind her.
“Look at you, my sweet baby sis,” I rasp, spreading her ass, staring down at her glistening pink spasming folds. My cock kicks hard against my fist as I stroke myself once, twice, then line up, brushing my cock along her soaked slit. “Fucking perfect.Myperfect.”
She whimpers into the pillow, and I bend over her, nipping her ear. “Say it. Say who you belong to.”
Her breath hitches. “Asher…”
It’s not quite what I want to hear but I’ll get her there.
“That’s right. Me. Always me.” I grab her hips and I sink forward, slow, slow, slow, hissing at the insanely tight fit. Then halfway, when she’s enveloped me in her silken vice, I slam the rest of the way in one brutal thrust that rips a cry from her throat.
“Jesus, baby. You’re so tight. Like you’ve been waiting for this cock every second of your life.”
I hold her there, buried to the hilt, my hands gripping her hips like I’ll brand her bones. Then I start to move. Long, deep strokes that make her gasp, then faster, harder, until the sound of wet skin slapping fills the room and I’m pounding into her, teeth bared and every atom of my being rejoicing finally, finally, fuckingfinally!
“You feel that?” I growl, one hand sliding up to fist in her hair, yanking her head back so she has to look at me in the mirror across the room. “Watch. That’s your brother, fucking the fight out of you. Owning every square inch of your cunt.”
Her cries turn sharper, longer, her eyes riveted on where we’re connected. “You see how well you take me, baby?”
Her swollen lips gape wider, and she attempts to bob her head.
“Use that sexy voice, princess. Tell me what I want to hear.”
“I see! How…how well I take…take it.”
I smirk at her breathtaking reflection. “That’s good enough. We’ll get you there soon. But make no mistake.” I pound into her, once, twice, three times. Hard enough to send her scrambling for the sheets. “You’re mine, Scarlett. My girl. My curse. My fucking salvation.”
Her nails dig into the sheets, her body clenching tighter around me with every filthy thrust. “Asher… please…”
“Please what?” I snarl, biting down on her shoulder hard enough to mark her. “You want me to stop? Or do you want me to bang this sweet pussy until you can’t walk tomorrow?”
Her answer is a broken moan, hips pushing back against me, begging without words.
“That’s what I thought.”
I pound harder, relentless, my free hand sliding under her to toy with her clit, grinding circles until she’s shaking uncontrollably.
“Come for me, baby. Squeeze me with that sublime cunt. Show me every second I waited for you was worth it?”
Her scream rips through the room as she comes, walls clamping around me, dragging my own orgasm out of me in a vicious, guttural groan.
“Fuuuuuck, yes!” I spill into her with punishing thrusts, holding her tight, making sure every drop is buried deep where it belongs.
When it’s over, we collapse together, sweaty and raw, tangled in sheets that will never be the same again. I don’t let her go. I don’t think I can.
And as I breathe her in, my cock still pulsing inside her, I accept the truth I’ve always known. There was never any going back after she stepped into my room that day.
I ruined us both, then.
And I’ll do it again.
As soon as I catch my breath.
CHAPTER 11
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