“The bed frame won’t be here until tomorrow, but you better believe I’m going to make love to you on our new mattress before I let you fall asleep.”
His voice was deep and desperate, rough in all the sexy ways. He was grinding himself into me, his hard cock making itself known behind his clothes.
“Rowen,” I moaned when he sucked on my neck, grazing my skin with his teeth.
“Beg for me,” he demanded. “Beg for my cock. Tell me how bad you want it, Av.”
“I want your cock, Rowen. Please fuck me.” I grabbed the bottom of his shirt and helped him get it over his head, tossing it somewhere off the bed. “I need you inside me.”
I wasn’t confident with my dirty talk, but the way he growled at my filthy words gave me a confidence boost.
Rowen lifted the hem of my sundress and moved down until his head was between my legs. He grabbed my panties, pulling them off me gently as he kissed my inner thighs until they were trembling.
“Hands,” he said impatiently.
I put my wrists together for him, and he tied them with my panties.
He lifted my bound wrists above my head and said, “Stay, or I won’t let you come.”
His threat sent shudders down my spine, and I struggled to stay still as he kissed and nipped his way between my legs. My hips instantly bucked against him when his tongue flattened against my clit. Fingers invaded my entrance, curling to stroke a spot that made my toes curl.
“Fuck, Row…” I trembled as he worked my clit with his tongue and started fucking me with his fingers.
My reaction was the encouragement he needed to work even harder, faster, until my stomach tightened. I recognized a familiar feeling and panicked.
“Stop. Wait.”
He ignored me and pressed his free hand down on my stomach. I tried to hold it in, refuse to give him what he was trying to force from me, but it was inevitable, and within seconds, I was coating my thighs as I screamed his name.
Every muscle in my body was strained. My eyes squeezed shut. I had to hold on to the sheets to keep my hands above my head like I was supposed to. Rowen was groaning, pleased as I soaked us both with my orgasm, pulling more from me with each thrust of his fingers.
“Rowen, please. Fuck. Please stop,” I begged, unable to put much strength behind my words, still drowning in pleasure.
He didn’t stop when my orgasm was over; he just continued to force more spasms from me as I cried for mercy.
Just before I thought I was going to come again, he pulled away. My body sagged, and I was aware—and self-conscious—of the puddle under me. Rowen clearly didn’t give a single fuck, because he crawled over me, lined his cock with my entrance, and thrusted into me.
“I’ll never get tired of the way you feel around me, Av. Who knew my stepsister would have such an amazing cunt?” he groaned, moving inside me like he needed to claim every inch even though I was thoroughly his already. “Just look at you. So wet. So perfect.”
My legs wrapped tightly around his waist, and I fought the urge to bury my fingers in his hair. I bit his shoulder as he filled me over and over, the steady, controlled strokes sending my eyes to the back of my head.
“Fuck, I could stay inside you forever,” he rasped, grinding his hips harder, just enough to make me cry out. “I love you like this, open and desperate for me.”
I couldn’t say anything back. I could barely breathe. My body was still twitching from the last orgasm. His body was hot and heavy on top of mine, and his hard thrusts turned my brain off. Despite being overstimulated and gasping for breath, I still needed more, caught in the space between begging for mercy and for pleasure.
“Row—I can’t. Too much—”
“No, Av. You can take it.” He caught my chin between his fingers, tilting my face so I had to look at him. His eyes were burning with an intensity that shook me to my core. “You were made for this. For me.”
He leaned down until his lips grazed my ear, making me shiver. His thrusts grew stronger, each jerk of his hips having its own purpose.
I could feel myself losing the battle, my thighs shaking, my stomach coiling with heat and need. The pressure was growing, spiraling.
“I’m going to fill you up. Keep you so full of me. Wreck you until you can’t think straight between the breaks from my cock inside you.” His voice had dropped to a rough whisper. “We’ll fill every room with babies.Ourbabies.”
My breath caught, and my eyes snapped open. My brain was startled by his words, clawing its way out of the lusty haze to argue with him, but my body didn’t hesitate. My pussy clenched around him as a broken moan escaped my lips.
I heard him curse, and his thrusts slowed a bit, but the passion behind them didn’t.
