“Please fuck me,” she begged.
“I won’t stop until you’re ruined for everyone else, until you have every fucking vein of my cock memorized.”
“I want it,” she said desperately, trying her best to move against me, but she was helplessly pinned over the couch.
“That’s my girl.”
I fucked her hard, unforgiving. Her hips would be bruised from being rammed into the couch. Her pussy would be sore.
But she loved it.
I pulled the belt again, yanking her head back, and slapped her ass. She screamed, and I did it again.
“Scream louder, baby. Make sure the whole damn city knows you’re a slut for your me.” I released the belt, grabbing her hips instead. “Say it, Av. Yell for me. Say you love your stepbrother’s cock.”
“I love my stepbrother’s cock,” she cried out.
I rewarded her with a brutal thrust, using her hips as leverage to fuck her even rougher than before, pounding into her so hard, the couch scraped across the floor.
Her moans echoed off the windows, her pussy spasming around me. She didn’t have to tell me she was close. I felt it.
“Are you gonna come for me like a good girl?”
She nodded desperately, moaning with each thrust of my hips, pushing her ass out, chasing her orgasm. Her body stiffened as the climax overtook her.
“Just like that,” I praised her, chasing my own pleasure. “Such a good girl, coming on my cock.Fuck. You’re squeezing me. It feels so fucking good when you do that.”
And then, white-hot pleasure exploded in my head, my thighs tightening as I spilled into her. Our pleasure mixed, a hot mess of cum, making her slick.
She was silent, still, when I pulled out. I watched my come spill out of her, dripping down her thighs. Something inside me shifted at the sight, knowing this wouldn’t be the last time I filled her up like this.
I needed more.
“You’re mine forever, Av,” I muttered as I helped her stand, holding her back to my chest, our bodies sticking together.
“Forever,” she muttered.
I gathered her into my arms and carried her back inside to fuck her on the bed, to remind herIwas the one carved into her skin, and she’d never escape that.
“Got it,” he said once he closed the door behind him.
He held up the tiny purple box.
Plan B.
Because my stepbrother decided it was a good idea to come inside me on the balcony the day before, not knowing if I was on birth control.
I wasn’t.
Rowen followed me to the kitchen, where my glass of water awaited. It had already been nearly twenty-four hours since he came inside me, thanks to being brought back inside and fucked all day by the damn sex addict. What he’d done didn’t register in my sex-melted brain until nearly midnight, and Rowen assured me he’d grab some in the morning.
He also admitted to coming inside me at least three more times.
A baby was the last thing we needed.
Stepsiblings raising a kid together? We needed to sort out our own shit before ever considering bringing life into a world more fucked up than we were.
“Thank you.”
