My Step Brothers IV

Ariel

This was the point of no return. The room was a blur of dark skin, heavy breathing, and the sharp, metallic scent of the belt still buckled around my neck. Mark was a ghost. My old life was dead. There was only this; this beautiful, forbidden ruin.

Dante didn’t give me a second to breathe. He hauled me up, his massive hands locking under my thighs as he sat me squarely onto his dick. I gasped, my head lolling back as I sank all the way down. He didn't just let me sit; he started bucking his hips upward, thrusting into me with a raw power that made my breasts shake violently with every impact.

"F-fuck... Ariel!" Dante groaned, his voice a broken, melodic mess. "Hnngh... no wonder... no wonder Kael wanted you all to himself. You’re like a vice... so tight... ah!"

Kael hadn’t reached his peak yet. He scrambled across the mattress, his olive skin glistening with sweat and lube, and planted himself right in front of my face. My hands were shaking, but I reached out, my fingers wrapping around his thick, pulsing length. I started jerking him off with a frantic rhythm, my eyes darting between his hooded gaze and the way Dante was relentlessly punishing my core from below.

"Yes! Right there, Little Bit," Kael hissed, his breath hitching. "God, keep going... don't stop!"

Dante’s rambles were becoming unintelligible as he lost his "composed" older-brother persona. "Mmm, fuck... Ari... you’re ruining me... ah, god, yes... just like that!"

Behind me, Jax wasn't just watching anymore. I felt the cold, wet spray of more lube hitting my backside. His large, rough palms began to massage my ass cheeks, spreading the slickness until I felt like I was made of liquid.

"You're doing so good for us, princess," Jax rumbled, his voice dark and appreciative.

Dante finally slowed his pace, his chest heaving as he gasped for air. I took the cue, gripping his broad shoulders and beginning to ride him. I bucked my hips, grinding my soaked pussy against him, and Dante turned into a rambling, moaning mess beneath me.

"A-ah... fuck, Ariel... s-stop... no, keep going... mmm, fuck... you're so good at this... hnggh!"

I was working Kael with my hand and riding Dante but the aphrodisiac and the exhaustion were starting to win. My hips began to give out, my pace faltering. Jax saw it immediately. He lunged forward, his hands locking onto my waist like iron clamps. He took over the work, bouncing me on Dante’s dick with a terrifying, full-power force that made me shriek.

Kael seized the moment, leaning forward and sliding his dick into my mouth. He didn't thrust; he just let me do the work, his fingers tangling in my hair as he watched me. I whimpered against him, the sounds muffled and gagged, but I didn't stop. I worked him with everything I had left.

"F-fuck... yeah... take it all," Kael praised, his voice a low, vibrating growl. "Such a good girl... mmm..."

Dante was losing it beneath me. "Jax... harder... push her down... ah! I’m gonna—fuck!"

Kael pulled out of my mouth just in time to claim my lips in a bruising, possessive kiss, muffling my screams as Jax continued to pile-drive me onto Dante. I felt the pressure exploding behind my eyes.

"I'm—I'm—!" I tore my mouth away, a high-pitched yell ripping from my throat. I pushed off Dante’s dick, my body convulsing in a violent climax that sent my juices spraying across his stomach and thighs.

Slap!

Jax’s palm connected with my ass just as I hit the peak, the sting sending me into a fresh wave of tremors. "Don't you stop yet," Jax growled.

He flipped me around into a reverse cowgirl, my back to Dante as I began to bounce on him again. Jax and Kael climbed onto the bed, flanking me on either side like two dark pillars. I was a mess of movements; sucking Jax, then turning to give Kael a handjob, my lips and hands interchangeable as I tried to please them both.

Jax reached out, his hand wrapping around one of my breasts and slapping it rhythmically, while Kael leaned in to pinch my nipple, hard.

"Mmm... K-Kael! Jax!" I sobbed, the dual stimulation sending my brain into a fuzz.

I tried to slow my pace on Dante, but he wasn't having it. He gripped my waist from behind and thrust upward so fast and so deep that my hand instinctively flew to my clit.

"A-AHHH!"

A long, powerful squirt shot out from me, arching into the air.

"That's it! Look at that!" Jax cheered, his voice loud and triumphant. Both he and Kael laughed, their palms coming down to slap my cheeks in a playful, degrading rhythm.

I collapsed back onto Dante’s dick, my body a trembling wreck, but the pace didn't stop. Dante kept thrusting, his groans filling the room. Kael moved to my mouth, stroking himself against my lips, while Jax used both hands to massage my breasts. My own fingers never left my clit, working in a frantic, blurred motion.

I pushed off Dante one more time, another fountain of my release spraying so far it almost cleared the bed. I was beyond gone. I sank back down, gripping Kael’s length to stroke him while Jax grabbed me by the neck, pulling me into a deep, desperate kiss.

When he pulled away, he kept his hand on my throat, his eyes dark with a terrifying intensity. "You like being our little secret, don't you, Ariel? You like being the family slut."

"Y-yes!" I cried out, my voice broken. "Yes! Please!"

I pushed off Dante a third time, my squirt shooting a trail so long it cleared the edge of the mattress and hit the hardwood floor.

"Look at that mess," Dante panted, his voice full of pride. "Good girl."

Then, the dynamic shifted. Dante pulled out of my pussy, but he didn't let me go. At the same time, Kael moved to the front, his dick lining up with my soaking, swollen pussy.

"Let's see if we can fit both," Dante whispered.