sweet brother-3

I sank down slowly, taking every thick inch until my ass rested against his thighs. The stretch was perfect, deeper in this position, pressing against new sensitive spots that made my eyes flutter.

“Fuck… you feel huge like this,” I moaned, bracing my hands on his chest.

His fingers dug into my hips. “Eyes on me. Ride it.”

I started moving. Rolling my hips in slow, grinding circles at first, then lifting up and slamming back down. The wet sounds were obscene. Every time I dropped down, my breasts bounced heavily, and his eyes locked onto them like he was starving.

“That’s it… just like that,” he praised, voice strained. One hand slid up to grope my tit, thumb flicking my nipple, while the other stayed on my hip, guiding my rhythm. “You’re so fucking tight. Greedy little pussy sucking me in.”

I rode him harder, faster, chasing that building pressure. My moans filled the room again, loud, shameless. Every slap of skin, every wet squelch pushed me closer. He sat up suddenly, wrapping one arm around my back and latching his mouth onto my breast, sucking hard while I kept bouncing on his cock.

“Oh god…yes!” I cried out, threading my fingers through his hair, holding him against me.

He switched to the other nipple, biting gently, then soothed it with his tongue. The dual sensation, his cock stretching me deep and his mouth devouring my tits, sent me spiraling.

“I’m gonna come again,” I gasped, grinding my clit against his pelvis with every downward thrust.

“Come on my cock,” he ordered against my skin. “Let me feel it.”

The command tipped me over. My walls clamped down around him as the orgasm crashed through me. I screamed his name, hips jerking wildly as pleasure ripped through every nerve. He groaned loudly, thrusting up into me to prolong it, then flipped us in one smooth motion.

Suddenly I was on my back again, legs pushed wide and over his shoulders as he pounded into me with deep, punishing strokes. The new angle made me see stars.

“Too much…fuck, it’s too good,” I sobbed, nails raking down his back.

“You can take it,” he growled, sweat dripping from his brow onto my chest. “You’re going to take everything I give you.”

His pace turned brutal, hips slamming against mine. I could feel another climax building impossibly fast. He reached between us and rubbed my clit, and I shattered again with a broken cry.

This time he followed right after, burying himself to the hilt with a guttural moan, pulsing hot and deep inside me as he filled me a second time.

We collapsed together, tangled and breathless. He stayed inside me, softening slowly, kissing my neck, my jaw, my lips.

“Next time,” he whispered against my ear, voice dark with promise, “I’m bending you over in my room while I’m lifting. You can watch me in the mirror while I fuck you senseless.”

I shivered, already aching for it.

“Deal,” I breathed, smiling as I pulled him closer.

I lay there beneath him, utterly spent, my body limp and glowing as his weight pressed me into the mattress. His cock was still buried deep, twitching with the last pulses of his release. Every tiny shift sent little aftershocks through my oversensitive walls. I could feel our combined cum leaking out around him, soaking the sheets even more.

He kissed me lazily, slow and possessive, his tongue exploring my mouth like he had all the time in the world. When he finally pulled back, he brushed his nose against mine.

“You’re shaking,” he murmured, voice low and satisfied.

“Can’t help it,” I whispered, running my hands down the sweat-slick muscles of his back. “You wrecked me… twice.”

A smug grin tugged at his lips. “We’re just getting started.”

He eased out of me with a wet sound that made me blush. More of his cum dripped from my swollen pussy. Before I could close my legs, he slid down my body, settling between my thighs. His hot breath ghosted over my sensitive flesh.

“Wait—ahh!” I gasped as his tongue dragged slowly up my slit, licking up the messy combination of our juices. The sight of his head between my legs, broad shoulders flexing, sent a fresh bolt of heat through me.

He groaned against me, the vibration making my hips jerk. “Taste so fucking good together.” He licked deeper, sucking gently on my clit before pushing his tongue inside me, fucking me with it in slow, deliberate strokes.

My hands flew to his hair, gripping tight as moans spilled from my lips again. I was sore, exhausted, and yet my body was already responding, hips rolling against his face.

He looked up at me, chin glistening. “Still so greedy. You like when your stepbrother eats his own cum out of your little pussy?”

The filthy words made me clench. “Yes… fuck, yes I do.”

He chuckled darkly and doubled down, two thick fingers sliding back inside me while his mouth focused on my clit, sucking, flicking, devouring. I came again in minutes, thighs clamping around his head as I cried out, back arching off the bed.

When the pleasure finally ebbed, he crawled back up and kissed me hard, letting me taste us on his tongue. I moaned into his mouth, dizzy with need.

“Bedroom door’s locked?” he asked, already pulling me up.

I nodded.

“Good.” He stood, lifting me effortlessly into his arms like I weighed nothing. My legs wrapped around his waist as he carried me across the hall to his room. The scent of his workout still lingered, musky, masculine, intoxicating.

He set me down in front of his full-length mirror, turning me so I faced it. My reflection looked utterly debauched: flushed cheeks, swollen lips, hair wild, thighs shiny with cum.

“Look at yourself,” he ordered, standing behind me. His hands roamed, cupping my breasts, rolling my nipples, sliding down to spread my pussy lips open. “Look how pretty you are when you’re ruined for me.”