MY STEP BROTHER’S ORGY PARTY (2)

FREYA

He doesn’t say another word.

He simply grabs my wrist and drags me through the crowd, past a girl choking on two cocks at once, past a man eating ass while another fucks his throat, up a staircase and down a hallway.

The door at the end has a keypad. He punches in a code, shoves me inside, and locks it behind us.

The room is dark except for amber lighting. A massive bed draped in black silk. One wall is mirrored floor to ceiling. The other is glass, overlooking the party below.

“VVIP,” he says, stalking toward me. “No one comes in without my permission. You won’t have the opportunity to leave until I decide I’m done with you.”

I can’t breathe. All my dreams are about to come through, and I’ve suddenly forgotten how to breathe.

He stops inches away. His cock is straining against his jeans, a wet spot forming where his precum is leaking through.

“Last chance, Freya. You can walk out of here and we pretend this never happened.”

“And if I stay?”

His hand shoots out, wrapping around my throat.

“If you stay, I’m going to fuck every hole in your body. I’m going to make you come until you’re crying and begging me to stop. But I won’t stop. I’ll keep going, again and again, until your virgin cunt masters the feeling of my cock.”

I’m trembling. Soaked. My clit is pulsing so hard I could come from his words alone.

“I’ve wanted you since I was sixteen.”

“I know.” His free hand slides down my stomach, fingers dipping beneath my thong, finding my slit. “Fuck,” he moans, eyes wide as he stares at me.

“you’re dripping.”

“For you. Always for you.”

“Fucking hell, Freya.”

He shoves two fingers inside me and I cry out, my walls clamping down on the intrusion. He’s not gentle at all.

Jay pumps them hard and fast, the heel of his palm grinding against my clit, his eyes locked on mine.

“No men have been inside this pussy?”

“N-none—”

“You’re a virgin.” His fingers curl, hitting my sweet spot.

“This tight little cunt has never been fucked.”

“No — oh god — Jace—”

“And you came to an orgy.” He adds a third finger, stretching me, and I feel myself gushing around his hand. “Dressed like a slut. Showing everyone your perfect tits. Letting my friend touch what belongs to ME.”

“I’m sorry — I just wanted — FUCK—”

He drops to his knees.

Rips my thong off with his teeth.

And buries his face in my cunt.

I scream so loud it echoes off the mirrors. His tongue is everywhere — licking through my folds, circling my clit, fucking into my hole. He eats my pussy like he’s starving for it, groaning against my flesh, the vibrations making my thighs shake.

“You taste so fucking good,” he growls into my pussy.

“Better than I imagined. I’ve jerked off thinking about this cunt for years, Freya. Do you know how many times I’ve come just thinking of my tongue in your sweet pussy?”

Fucking hell.

He sucks my clit between his lips and flicks it rapidly with his tongue while shoving three fingers back inside me. I grab his hair, grinding against his face, fucking myself on his mouth.

“I’m gonna come — oh fuck oh fuck OH FUCK—”

He pulls away.

I sob at the loss, my pussy clenching around nothing, so close to the edge I’m shaking.

“Not yet.” He stands, unbuckles his belt, shoves his jeans down.

His cock springs free and my mouth waters.

It’s even bigger than I thought. Thick as my wrist, veins pulsing along the shaft, the head swollen and purple and dripping precum. His balls are heavy, drawn up tight, full of cum I want inside me.

“This is going to hurt,” he says, lifting me by the thighs, pressing my back against the mirror. The glass is cold against my skin. His cock notches at my entrance, the fat head spreading my virgin lips.

“I don’t care.” I wrap my legs around his waist. “Ruin me.”

He slams into me with one hard thrust.

Pain rips through my core, sharp and burning. I feel myself tear around him, feel his cock force its way into places nothing has ever been. Tears stream down my face and I’m screaming into his shoulder.

He doesn’t stop.

Just pulls back and slams in again, his balls slapping against my ass, his cock hitting my cervix with every brutal thrust.

“So fucking tight,” he groans. “Squeezing my cock so good. You were made for this, Freya. Made to take me.”

The pain starts to blur. Pleasure creeps in, sparking up my spine with each stroke. I’m so wet I can hear it — obscene squelching sounds as he fucks my virgin pussy open.

“Harder,” I gasp. “Please, harder—”

He pounds into me so hard the mirror shakes. I’m bouncing on his cock, tits jiggling, screaming his name over and over while he grunts filthy things in my ear.

“Gonna fill this pussy up. Gonna pump you so full of cum it leaks out for days. You want that? Want your stepbrother’s cum dripping down your thighs?”

“YES! god yes, come inside me—”

He slams deep and roars.

I feel his cock pulse, feel the hot rush of cum flooding my insides. There’s so much, jet after jet painting my walls, filling me until it’s leaking around his shaft, dripping down to the floor.

I come so hard I black out for a second. My whole body convulses, pussy milking his cock, squeezing out every drop.

We stay tangled against the mirror, both panting. His cock is still inside me, still hard.

His hand cups my face. Gentle. Tender.

“You know you’re mine now,” he whispers. “This pussy belongs to me.”

“Yes!”

The door opens much to my surprise.

Two men step inside. It’s the hot guy from earlier, and another: blonde, blue-eyed, lean and hungry.

Their cocks are out. Hard. Leaking.

“Jace.” Marcus grins. “Are you sharing tonight?”

Jace looks at me. His thumb traces my swollen, fucked-out lips.

“That’s up to her.”

I look at them. Look at him.

“Only if you watch.”

His cock twitches inside me as a smile curves on his face.

“That’s my girl.”