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Silk ties
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2026-06-04 02:08:27Aima's POV
I hesitated, then parted my lips, sucking his fingers clean. The act felt filthy yet thrilling. And satisfying. He watched me with hungry eyes.
“Good girl.” He positioned himself higher, his cock resting on my stomach. “You’re going to learn to obey me this weekend with every touch I place on your body.”
He kissed me then, deep and possessive, claiming my mouth as his fingers had claimed my pussy. I melted into it, my wrists tugging uselessly at the silk ties and when he pulled back? I was breathless.
“Now spread your legs wide. I'm going to eat out this tight little cunt.”
“Oh Marcus…”
Desperate for his lips on my pussy, I spread my legs wide.
“So pink, so sexy, you smell like heaven.”
He ate me out with ruthless skill, his tongue flicking my clit while two fingers pumped inside me again. Another orgasm ripped through me quickly, leaving me sobbing with pleasure.
“Please… Marcus… I need you inside me,” I begged my voice breaking with need. “Nowww”
He rose, gripping his cock and rubbing the thick head through my folds. “You’ll take every inch, Aima. And when I fill you up, you’ll thank me. Understood?”
“Yes I understand, just—awwwww”
He pushed in slowly, stretching my tight pussy. I screamed loudly at the fullness. Inch by inch, he sank deeper until he bottomed out, his balls pressed against my ass.
“Fuck, so tight,” he groaned. He began thrusting, long, powerful strokes that made my breasts bounce. The headboard shook with each slam. My bound hands gripped the ties, my body surrendering completely.
Marcus fucked me harder, one hand on my throat, the other pinching my nipples. “Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” I gasped. “Stepbrother… I’m. Your. Little. Slut.”
The dirty words pushed him further. He pounded into me relentlessly. Slam after slam.
“Damn, Marcus you fuck so good.”
“I do huh,” he repeated with each slam. I bet your pussy ass boyfriend can hit this way.”
“He can't…oh god I'm gonna cum again.”
My walls clenched tightly around his dick as I came again, my toes curling and my thighs vibrating vigorously.
He didn't pause for my orgasm. Instead he flipped me onto my stomach, re-tying my wrists so my ass was raised high.
This new angle let him drive even deeper, reaching places he didn't reach before. His hand came down in light, stinging slaps on my ass cheeks, turning them pink.
“Submission training starts now,” he said between thrusts. “You cum when I say. You beg when I want.”
“Yes, sir,” I whimpered, pushing back against him, craving more.
He reached around to rub my clit while fucking me from behind. The dual stimulation sent me spiraling into yet another orgasm. Marcus growled in approval, slowing his pace to savor my contractions.
By the time he untied me temporarily for a break, my legs were jelly. Cum from my earlier orgasms mixed with my juices, making my thighs shiny.
“Youll remain obedient while I stuff this dick in you for the third time, We're not done until I say so.”
“Yes, yes that's what I want.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes, Marcus.”
He gripped my chin immediately.
“You'll call me daddy.”
“Yes daddy”
“Yes daddy what?”
“Yes daddy I… I'll remain obedient.”
“Good. You’re learning fast,” he praised, stroking my hair. “My perfect little stepsister.”
Then he pulled me up and bent me over the bed. “Arch for me. This pussy is mjne”
He gripped my hips tightly, slamming into my soaked pussy with renewed ferocity. My face was pressed into the mattress, to keep my loud moans muffled.
He held my both hands in one firm palm, keeping me helpless as he used my body.
“Gonna fill you up,” he grunted. “First time taking my cum deep inside this tight cunt.”
“Yes! Please, Marcus… breed me,” I begged, lost in submission.
His thrusts became erratic, deeper, more primal. I felt another orgasm building, stronger than the others. His fingers found my clit again, rubbing furiously.
“Cum with me,” he commanded.
We exploded together. Marcus roared as he buried himself to the end, thick ropes of hot cum flooding my womb. I screamed in ecstasy, my pussy milking every drop. He kept pumping through the climax, ensuring I took it all.
When he finally pulled out, a gush of his cum dripped from my swollen pussy, running in thick white trails down my trembling thighs. The sight made him groan with possessive satisfaction.
Then he freed me and pulled me into his arms, kissing me softly now. “This is just the beginning of the weekend. You belong to me now, Aima.”
I curled against his chest, sore, satisfied, and utterly claimed. “Yes, stepbrother. I’m yours.”
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