sweet brother-5

He didn’t even give me time to catch my breath. He scooped me up off the couch, my legs wrapping around him again as he carried me into the kitchen. The cool air kissed my overheated skin, making my nipples tighten instantly.

He set me on the edge of the marble island counter, the cold surface a shock against my ass. With one firm hand on my chest, he pushed me onto my back, spreading my thighs wide and hooking my knees over his shoulders.

“Fuck, look at this messy pussy,” he groaned, staring down at the cum still leaking from me. “All stretched out and dripping for your stepbrother.”

Before I could respond, his mouth was on me.

His tongue dragged slowly from my entrance up to my clit, licking up our combined mess with filthy, wet sounds. I cried out, back arching sharply as he devoured me. He ate me like a man starved, long, hungry strokes of his tongue, sucking my clit hard, then fucking me with it deep and relentless. Two thick fingers joined in, curling perfectly against my g-spot while he focused his mouth on my swollen nub.

“Oh my god..fuck!” I screamed, hands flying to his hair, gripping tight. My hips bucked against his face, but he held me down with his free arm across my stomach, forcing me to take every relentless lick and thrust.

He looked up at me between my thighs, eyes dark and gleaming. “You’re gonna come on my tongue first. Then I’m bending you over and filling you again.”

I shattered within seconds, thighs clamping around his head as a powerful orgasm ripped through me. He didn’t stop, kept licking and fingering me through it until I was shaking and sobbing his name.

Only then did he rise, wiping his glistening mouth with the back of his hand. He flipped me over effortlessly, bending me across the island counter so my tits pressed against the cold marble and my ass was raised high for him.

He kicked my feet apart and slammed into me in one brutal thrust.

“Fuck…yes!” I moaned loudly, the new angle making him feel impossibly deeper.

His hips snapped forward hard and fast, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing through the kitchen. One hand fisted in my hair, the other gripping my hip hard enough to bruise as he pounded me mercilessly.

“Such a perfect little fucktoy,” he growled, leaning over me so his chest pressed against my back. “Taking your stepbrother’s cock like you were made for it.”

Every thrust pushed me harder against the counter. My moans turned into broken cries as another orgasm built rapidly. He reached around and rubbed my clit in tight, fast circles.

“Come again,” he demanded, voice rough. “Milk my cock.”

I exploded with a sharp scream, walls pulsing violently around him. He groaned loudly, fucking me through it with shorter, deeper strokes before burying himself to the hilt and flooding me with another hot load.

We stayed locked together for a long moment, both panting. He finally pulled out slowly, watching his cum drip down my thighs with dark satisfaction.

He helped me stand on shaky legs, turning me to face him. His kiss was deep and claiming, tasting like both of us.

“Bedroom,” he murmured against my lips. “I’m not finished with you tonight. I want you in my bed, riding me slow while I suck on these pretty tits… then I’m tying your hands to the headboard and fucking you until you can’t walk straight tomorrow.”

I shivered with fresh need, pressing my soaked body against his.

“Take me to your bed then,” I whispered, nipping at his bottom lip. “I want everything.”

He smiled, that dark, hungry smile, and lifted me into his arms again, carrying me back down the hall.

He carried me straight to his bed and laid me down on my back in the middle of it. The sheets smelled like him, clean sweat and masculine cologne. My body was already aching, sore in the best way, yet still throbbing with fresh need.

He reached into his nightstand drawer and pulled out a black silk tie. My pulse spiked.

“Hands up,” he ordered.

I obeyed without hesitation, stretching my arms above my head. He wrapped the tie around my wrists, securing them to the headboard with firm, practiced knots. The restraint sent a dark thrill through me. I was completely at his mercy now.

He stood back for a moment, admiring the sight of me tied up and spread open on his bed, cum still glistening on my thighs.

“Fuck, you look perfect like this,” he murmured. His cock was rock-hard again, thick and flushed as he stroked it slowly. “My filthy little stepsister, tied up and waiting to be used.”

He climbed over me, settling between my thighs. Instead of thrusting in right away, he teased me—rubbing the head of his cock up and down my soaked slit, bumping against my swollen clit until I was whimpering and pulling against the tie.

“Please…” I begged, hips lifting desperately.

“Please what?” He leaned down, sucking one of my nipples into his mouth hard.

“Please fuck me. I need your cock.”

He finally gave in, lining up and sinking into me with one long, deep thrust. I moaned loudly, the stretch still intense even after everything we’d done. Being tied up made every sensation sharper. I couldn’t touch him, couldn’t control anything. I could only take what he gave me.

He started slow and deep, grinding against me on every thrust so his pelvis rubbed my clit. Then he picked up speed, fucking me harder, the headboard banging against the wall with every powerful stroke.

“Look at me,” he growled.

I kept my eyes on his as he drove into me. The eye contact was overwhelming, raw, intimate, and so fucking dirty knowing he was my stepbrother.

He leaned down, biting my neck, my shoulder, sucking marks into my skin while his hips slammed against mine. The wet, filthy sounds of him pounding my cum-filled pussy filled the room.

“You’re going to come like this,” he rasped against my ear. “Tied up and helpless while your stepbrother ruins you.”

The words pushed me over fast. I cried out sharply as another orgasm ripped through me, my walls clamping down around his thick cock. He groaned at the feeling but didn’t slow down. He fucked me straight through it, harder, chasing his own release.

When he got close, he sat up, gripping my hips with both hands and pounding into me with short, brutal thrusts. His muscles flexed beautifully with every movement, abs tight, arms bulging, jaw clenched.

“Fuck—take it,” he growled, burying himself deep as he came again, pulsing hot and heavy inside me.

He stayed buried for a long moment, catching his breath, then finally untied my wrists. I immediately wrapped my arms around him, pulling him down for a deep, hungry kiss.

We stayed tangled like that for a while, kissing lazily as his cock softened inside me. But I could already feel him twitching back to life.

He pulled back with a wicked smirk.

“Roll over. On your stomach.”

I did as he said, and he immediately covered me with his body, sliding back inside me from behind in one smooth thrust. This time he fucked me slower, deeper, grinding against my ass with every stroke while whispering filthy promises against my ear.

“I’m keeping you in this bed all night,” he murmured, nipping my earlobe. “I want you dripping with my cum until morning. Every hole. Every position. You’re mine now.”

I moaned softly, pushing back against him. “Yes… I’m yours.”

He smiled against my neck and started fucking me again, slower but no less possessive.

And I knew we were nowhere near finished.