“Yes,” I hiss, rocking my ass back against him as he drives his big dick into my cunt in a feverish pace, rutting in and out like a wild savage, brutalizing me in a way that speaks volumes.
This is an elevated form of hate fucking. And. I. Am. Here. For. It.
He slams in and out of me over and over, and I’m moaning and whimpering like this is the first time I’ve had sex. Sex is always phenomenal with my guys, but this is next level.
Why does his dick feel so much bigger at this angle? And is that…?
A primitive groan filters from my mouth as I feel the additional friction sliding against my inner walls, and it clicks into place. “You got your dick pierced,” I rasp, reaching back to grab hold of his ass because I need to be touching him. “I never thought you’d do it.” I squeeze his ass as I pivot my hips, as best as I can from this angle, working in sync with his rough thrusts. I feel impossibly full, and the sensations his magical cock is evoking in me is out of this world.
In the past, I have suggested the guys get some metal in their cocks, but neither Chad nor Jase seemed interested, so I hadn’t pushed my agenda. Now, I wish I had pushed harder, because ho-lee fucking shit, nothing feels better than this. “Oh my god, Jase,” I pant when stars burst behind my closed eyes. “That feels incredible.”
A dark chuckle ripples through the air, raising goose bumps all over my arms. My pulse picks up, and my heart beats faster against my rib cage as an ominous sense of dread sweeps over me.
I stop moving.
Stop breathing.
His hand wraps firmly around my throat as he presses his mouth to my ear. “Wrong dick. Try again.” His warm breath fans across my earlobe while his fingers grip my neck painfully.
This cannot be happening.
“No!” I croak, pushing past my restricted airway as he continues fucking me. “No! Stop!”
This time, his chuckle is downright menacing as he rams his dick inside me like he’s trying to stab me with the damn thing. “Don’t pretend you don’t love my dick inside you, slutty little sis. You’re so wet I’m practically drowning. Your hungry cunt is hugging my cock so hard it’s almost suffocating it.”
“I thought you were Jase!” I scream, clawing at Ares’s arm as his fingers squeeze my neck.
“No, you didn’t. Deep down, you knew it was me.”
I don’t dignify that with a response because I’m terrified he speaks the truth. “Get off!” I yell, my voice raspy and strained. “Get the fuck away from me!” I try to pull off his dick, but it’s impossible at this angle. His hand locks on to my hip, holding me in place as he continues driving his monster cock into my slick channel. Angry tears prick my eyes, but I refuse to let them fall. I won’t give my despicable stepbrother the satisfaction. Not when he's already reveling in my bodily reactions. I hate how I’m still reacting to him, and I bite the inside of my cheek to stop myself from crying out in pleasure.
“Stop lying to yourself. You’re fucking loving this, and Jase doesn’t want you. He used you up and tossed you aside when you passed your sell-by date,” Ares cruelly replies. “I saw him in the hallway on my way to your room. He was balls deep in his fiancée, and she was screaming his name as she exploded all over his dick.”
His words dig deep, carving new scars in my heart. “I hate you,” I rasp, the words squeezing out of my narrowed airway.
“Now, now, dollface, let’s stop with all the lies.”
He thrusts deep inside me, and I almost come again. Biting down hard on my lip, I trap my moans because I’d rather choke on my tongue than let him know how much I’m enjoying this.
“You might think you hate me, but your greedy cunt says otherwise,” he taunts.
“My body is responding the way it would to any dick inside me,” I lie. “But I don’t want this. I don’t want you. I want you to stop. If you don’t, I’ll scream.”
“Go for it.” He bites my ear, and a choked scream tears from my throat. “There’s no one up here to rescue you, and no one downstairs will hear over the music.”
In a lightning-fast move, I’m flipped onto my back as he straddles my thighs. The instant his hand releases my throat, I suck in greedy lungsful of air, and then I lunge for him, reaching to slap him, but he’s quick, restraining my wrists in one of his meaty hands. He tut-tuts. “Always so eager for violence.”
“Only when it comes to you,” I bark.
It’s embarrassing how easily he restrains me with his powerful thighs and one firm hand. His free hand reaches behind him to his jeans, which are pooled halfway down his legs, and he yanks his belt free. I buck and writhe underneath him, but it’s pointless because he’s got at least eighty pounds on me, and he’s fueled by months of pent-up aggression when it comes to me. Hooking his belt around the top of my bedframe, he loops it around my wrists, securing it tightly.
My back arches off the bed as my arms stretch over my head, and I try to buck him off, but it’s useless. My legs are still restrained at the knees by my panties, and he's too heavy. He barely even moves as I work up a sweat trying to get him away from me.
“Chad!” I roar, ignoring the soreness in my neck as I scream for my boyfriend, hoping he’ll miraculously show up and save me.
Ares chuckles as he slides down my body and climbs off the bed. “Are you sure you want your boyfriend to come up here? I doubt he’ll be sympathetic when he hears what we’ve been up to and how incredible you think my dick is.” He puts his smug face all up in mine as I wrestle with the belt securing my wrists to the headboard.
“You’re going to pay for this, asshole,” I snap before I resume screaming for help.
