Darkest Cravings (90 Types Of Lust)

The bass throbbed through the dimly lit room as she moved for me — hips rolling, back arched, that perfect ass bouncing with every beat.

“Move it, doll,” I growled, my voice rough with need. I brought my palm down hard on her bare skin , the sharp slap echoing over the music. “Shake it like you mean it. Give me a reason to bury my cock in that tight little ass.”

“Damien…” She moaned my name like a prayer, pushing back against me, begging without words.

“I didn’t hear you,” I snarled, spanking her again, harder this time. Her skin bloomed pink under my hand.

“Damien!” she cried out, louder, needier.

That was all it took. I gripped her hips, lined up my throbbing cock, and…

“Damien! Time for lunch!”

My stepmother’s voice sliced through the fantasy like a cold knife. My eyes snapped open, heart hammering, cock painfully hard and leaking against my boxers.

“Fuck…” I groaned, slamming my pillow over my face. The dream still clung to me; her soft moans, the way her body yielded, the sweet scent of her skin. I glanced down at the massive tent in my sheets and let out a bitter laugh.

“Goodness gracious.”

I dragged myself to the bathroom, brushed my teeth aggressively, and splashed icy water on my face. It did nothing to kill the fire raging in my veins. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her. Those innocent eyes. That sinful body. My own stepsister; Zinna.

I adjusted my loose sweatpants, trying to hide the obvious bulge, and headed downstairs.

Dad was already at the table, scrolling

through his phone. My stepmom, Elena, was flipping something at the stove. But the seat across from mine was empty.

“Morning,” I muttered, dropping into my chair.

“Morning, son. Call Zinna down, will you? She needs to eat before going to college.”

I smirked. “She can always come with a scream.”

Dad shot me a confused look, but I was already raising my voice. “Zinna! Get down here!”

“I’m coming, brother!” her sweet voice floated from upstairs.

Footsteps pattered down the stairs. Then she appeared.

“Jesus Christ!” She wasn't helping matters.

Tiny denim shorts that barely covered the bottom curve of her ass, a thin white tank top stretched tight across her full breasts, her nipples clearly visible through the fabric.

Her long dark hair cascaded over one shoulder, and when she smiled at me; that pure, angelic smile, my cock twitched violently.

“I’m here,” she said softly, completely unaware of the filthy thoughts racing through my head. How badly I wanted to bend her over this table, rip those shorts down, and ruin her innocence while our parents sat right there.

Elena turned from the stove. “Go wash your hands, baby. Lunch is ready.”

Zinna brushed past my chair on purpose, her soft thigh grazing my arm. The contact sent electricity straight to my groin. I bit my lip hard enough to taste blood, fighting the urge to grab her right then and drag her onto my lap.

“You have no idea what I was dreaming about, doll.” I thought.

Breakfast passed in a haze of tension. Every time she licked sauce off her finger, every time she shifted in her seat and those shorts rode higher, my control frayed.

“You’ll drop her off at college today, Damien,” Dad said.

I glanced at Zinna. “You’re seriously wearing that to campus?”

Elena frowned. “Zinna, honey, isn’t that a bit too revealing?”

“A bit?” I thought. That outfit made me want to throw her on the table and claim her in front of everyone.

Zinna just shrugged innocently. “It’s comfortable.”

I stood up. “Let’s go.”

“I’m not done eating…”

“Take this with you,” Elena said, handing her a food flask. “Don’t keep your brother waiting.”

The drive started normally. Zinna sat in the passenger seat, bare thighs pressed together, nibbling on her food. The sight made my balls ache.

Then I turned off the main road.

“Brother… it’s the other way,” she said, glancing at me.

“I need to handle something first.”

I drove until we reached a quiet, deserted stretch lined with trees.

I killed the engine, got out, and opened her door. My hand closed around her wrist as I pulled her out.

“Damien?” Her voice trembled, but her eyes sparkled with something darker; excitement.

I pushed her into the backseat, climbing in after her and slamming the door. The space felt too small, too hot, filled with her scent.

“You knew this would happen, didn’t you, doll?” I growled, yanking my sweatpants down. My thick, veiny cock sprang free, rock hard and angry.

Zinna’s gaze dropped to it. A small, naughty smile curved her lips. “I thought maybe I wasn’t attractive to you… Why don’t you take what you want, brother?”

She spread her legs wide, but I wasn’t in the mood for gentle. I flipped her onto her stomach, yanking those tiny shorts down to her knees. Her perfect, round ass jiggled as I slapped it hard.

“Brother!” she moaned.

“Naughty little slut.” I gripped her hips and pushed inside her in one rough thrust.

She was tight, wet, silky, and hot — but not a virgin. I paused, breathing heavily. “Who the fuck broke you in?”

Zinna looked back at me, cheeks flushed. “Daddy did… Every time you and Mom went out, he’d sneak into my room. He made his cock dive into me over and over.”

A dark thrill shot through me. “Good. Then you can handle this.”

I slammed into her harder, pounding deep, the car rocking with every brutal thrust. The wet sound of skin slapping skin filled the backseat. Zinna cried out, pushing back to meet me, greedy for more.

“Mine Or Dad's,” I growled.

“Yours, brother… I want yours,” she gasped.

“Say it again.”

“Yours! Fuck me, Damien — please!”

I reached around and rubbed her swollen clit as I chased my release. She came first, shuddering and clenching around me so tightly I saw stars. I pulled out at the last second, stroking myself furiously until thick ropes of cum painted her ass and lower back.

She turned, eyes glazed with lust, and wrapped her soft hand around my still-hard cock, milking the last drops.

We stayed there, breathing hard, the windows fogged up.

Zinna smiled that sweet, dangerous smile again. “We’re going to be late for my first class…”

I smirked, tracing a finger through my cum on her skin. “Worth it.”

This was only the beginning.