Home Alone with My Stepbrother ( V )

PENELOPE POV

If anything, the risk had made him harder, more demanding. He looked down at me, his eyes dark and blown out, reflecting the mess I was, my face flushed, my makeup probably smeared, and my mouth still stretched wide around him.

"Finish it, Penny," he growled, his voice a low, vibrating rumble. "Suck your stepbrother's cock until I blow it all down your throat."

I didn't need to be told twice. I wrapped both hands around the base of his thick, veiny shaft, feeling the heat radiating off his skin. I started moving my head in a fast, messy rhythm, my tongue swirling around the wet head of his cock. I wanted to hear him break. I wanted that calm, steady voice he’d used with his father to shatter into a million pieces.

I took him deep, my throat stretching as I felt the weight of him hitting the back of my mouth. I could feel the pulse of his blood through the skin of his cock. Daniel let out a sharp, jagged hiss, his hands slamming onto the marble counter behind him for balance.

"Oh, fuck... yes... just like that," he gasped.

He started thrusting back, his hips jerking uncontrollably. He wasn't being gentle. He was slamming into my mouth, the wet, slapping sound of his skin against my lips filling the quiet kitchen. I sucked harder, my cheeks hollowing out as I tried to take every inch of him. I could taste the salt and the musk, and it was driving me insane. My hands moved to his balls, cupping them tightly as I pulled him deeper into my throat.

"I'm... I'm gonna cum... take it all, Penny!"

He grabbed my hair with both hands, pinning my head in place as he gave one final, violent thrust. I felt the first hot, thick jet of his cum hit the back of my throat. I didn't flinch. I swallowed, feeling the pulse of his cock as he pumped his release into me, over and over. Every jet felt like a brand, marking me as his. He groaned, a long, raw sound that vibrated through my entire body. I licked him clean, swirling my tongue around the head to catch every last drop, my eyes locked on his as he slowly started to come down from the high.

He didn't give me a second to breathe. He reached down, hooking his hands under my armpits, and hauled me to my feet. My legs were like jelly, my denim skirt hiked up to my hips.

"Bedroom. Now," he muttered, his breath hot against my ear as he pulled his trouser up. 

He scooped me up, my legs wrapping around his waist instinctively. I could feel his heavy, wet cock pressing against my skin. He marched up the stairs, his legs  thumping on the carpet, and kicked his bedroom door open  so hard the frame rattled. He slammed me back against the door, his mouth finding mine in a kiss that was all teeth and tongue. It tasted like him.

He didn't bother with buttons. He gripped the collar of my top and ripped it open, the fabric tearing with a satisfying snap. The air hit my bare skin, and my heavy breasts spilled out, my nipples already dark and painfully hard from the cold and the excitement. He didn't wait; he dropped his head, his mouth catching one nipple and biting down just enough to make me gasp. I was clawing at his shirt, desperate to feel his skin. He tossed me onto the bed , took off his trouser in haste and crawled over me, his hands roaming over my body like he was trying to memorize every inch. He squeezed my breasts, his thumbs rubbing my hard nipples until I was whimpering, the friction sending jolts of electricity straight to my core.

He spread my legs wide, his eyes fixed on my soaking wet pussy. "Look at you," he whispered, his voice gravelly. "Dripping for me."

He positioned his thick, wet cock at my entrance and shoved himself inside in one deep, soul-shattering thrust. I let out a loud, high-pitched scream, my back arching off the mattress as he filled me completely, stretching me to the limit.

"Oh, God... Daniel!"

He started moving, his pace frantic and reckless. Every thrust hit my G-spot, sending waves of white-hot pleasure through my core. I could feel him hitting my cervix, deep and bruising, but I only wanted more. The headboard was slamming against the wall, a steady, rhythmic thud that matched the frantic beating of my heart. I wrapped my legs around his back, digging my heels into his glutes, pulling him deeper, wanting to feel every bit of him.

"You're so tight, Penny... fuck, you're so wet," he groaned, his sweat dripping onto my chest, making my skin slick.

He flipped me over, pulling me onto all fours. He gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh as he hammered into me from behind. I could feel him bottoming out with every shove. I buried my face in the pillow to muffle my screams, my pussy clenching around him with every hit. The pleasure was unbearable, a building pressure that was seconds away from exploding. He reached under me, rubbing my clit with a rough, fast motion that sent me over the edge.

I felt it coming, a massive, body-numbing climax. My muscles tensed, my toes curling as I came, my pussy milking his cock in tight, frantic pulses. Daniel let out a roar, his own release hitting me deep inside, filling me up with his heat. He didn't stop, giving a few more desperate thrusts before collapsing on top of me.

We collapsed into a heap of tangled limbs and sweat-soaked sheets. My breath was coming in ragged gasps, my vision still blurry. We didn't say a word. We just lay there on the bed, the only sound the frantic thumping of our hearts and the knowledge that we had just crossed a line we could never go back over.