Wet P*ssy Meets Massive Stepc*ck 3

I lay there on the sectional, legs still spread, Ryan’s cum slowly leaking out of my swollen pussy in thick, warm rivels that pooled beneath me on the leather. My body felt wrecked in the best way: thighs trembling, nipples sore from his teeth and fingers, lips swollen from sucking his cock. Every breath made my clit throb with aftershocks. Ryan stood over me, chest heaving, cock still half-hard and glistening with our mixed fluids. He looked like he’d just won something primal.

He reached down and scooped me up like I weighed nothing. My arms wrapped around his neck instinctively as he carried me across the basement to the big daybed in the corner, the one he sometimes crashed on when he played games too late. He laid me down on the soft comforter, then stepped back just long enough to strip off his shirt. Muscles rippled under tan skin, abs carved deep, that dark trail of hair leading straight to the cock that had just ruined me.

I propped myself on my elbows, watching him. “You’re not done?”

He smirked, climbing onto the bed and settling between my thighs again. “Not even close. You begged me to breed you. I’m gonna make sure it sticks.”

My pussy clenched at the words, pushing out more of his cum. He noticed, eyes darkening. He dragged two fingers through the mess between my legs, gathering the creamy white fluid, then brought them to my mouth.

“Clean them.”

I opened without hesitation. Sucked his fingers deep, tasting us both: salt, musk, the sharp tang of my own arousal mixed with his thick load. I moaned around his knuckles, tongue swirling. His cock twitched against my thigh, already hardening again.

“Good girl,” he murmured. He pulled his fingers free with a wet pop, then leaned down to kiss me. Slow at first, then deeper, dirtier. His tongue fucked into my mouth the same way his cock had fucked my pussy minutes ago. I arched into him, nipples dragging against his chest hair.

He broke the kiss and moved lower. Nipped at my collarbone, sucked bruises into the tops of my breasts, then latched onto a nipple and pulled hard. I cried out, fingers tangling in his hair. His hand slid between us, cupping my soaked cunt, middle finger circling my clit in lazy strokes that made my hips jerk.

“You’re still so fucking sensitive,” he said against my skin. “Gonna make you cum again before I fill you a second time.”

He worked his way down my body with slow, deliberate kisses and bites. Stomach, hip bones, the soft skin just above my mound. When he reached my pussy he spread me wide with both hands, thumbs pulling my lips apart so he could see everything: my puffy clit, the creamy mess inside me, the way my hole fluttered every time he breathed on it.

“Look at this filthy little cunt,” he growled. “Leaking my cum like it’s begging for more.”

He dove in. Tongue flat and broad, lapping up every drop of his own release mixed with my juices. He ate me like he was starving, sucking my clit, plunging his tongue inside to fuck out more cum, then swallowing it down with low, hungry sounds. I writhed under him, thighs clamping around his head, heels digging into his back.

“Ryan, fuck, I can’t, it’s too much—”

He didn’t stop. Just hummed against me, the vibration making stars burst behind my eyes. Two fingers slid back inside, curling hard against my G-spot while his lips sealed around my clit and sucked in sharp, pulsing pulls.

I came apart screaming. My whole body seized, pussy gushing fresh slick around his fingers, walls spasming so hard it almost hurt. He drank it all, licking me through every shudder until I was a boneless, whimpering mess.

Only then did he crawl back up my body. His cock was fully hard again, thick and veined, head flushed dark purple. He rubbed it through my folds, coating himself in the fresh wetness, teasing my oversensitive clit until I whined and tried to squirm away.

“Stay still,” he ordered.

I froze. He notched himself at my entrance and pushed in slow this time. Inch by torturous inch. My pussy was so swollen, so full of his earlier load, that the stretch felt even more intense. I gasped, nails raking down his back.

“Too big,” I whimpered.

“You took it once. You’ll take it again.” He sank deeper, bottoming out with a groan. “Fuck, you’re gripping me like a vice. Feel that? Feel how full you are?”

I nodded frantically. He was so deep I could feel him pressing against my cervix, the pressure delicious and overwhelming.

He started moving. Slow, rolling thrusts that dragged every ridge along my walls. Each stroke pushed more of his cum out around his shaft, making wet, filthy sounds with every pump. My legs wrapped around his waist, heels locking at the small of his back to pull him deeper.

“Harder,” I begged. “Please, Ryan, fuck me like you mean it.”

His control snapped.

He slammed into me. Hard. Fast. Brutal. The daybed creaked under us, headboard thumping against the wall. His hips pistoned, balls slapping my ass with every thrust. One hand pinned my wrists above my head, the other gripped my throat—not choking, just holding, thumb pressing lightly against my pulse.

“You like that?” he rasped. “Like your stepbrother owning this pussy?”

“Yes, yes, fuck yes—”

“Gonna cum in you again. Gonna pump you so full it leaks for days.”

I moaned, head thrashing. My clit rubbed against his pubic bone with every deep thrust. The angle was perfect, hitting that spot inside me over and over.

“Touch yourself,” he commanded. “Rub that clit while I breed you.”

My free hand flew between us. Fingers found my swollen nub and circled fast. The combination was devastating: his thick cock stretching me, pounding deep, my fingers frantic on my clit.

“I’m close,” I gasped. “Gonna cum again, oh god—”

“Do it,” he growled. “Cum on my cock while I fill you up.”

I shattered for the third time. My pussy clamped down like a fist, milking him, fluttering wildly. Slick gushed around his shaft, soaking us both. My vision whited out, body convulsing, mouth open in a silent scream that turned into his name over and over.

Ryan fucked me through it, thrusts turning erratic. His grip on my throat tightened just enough to make my head spin. Then he buried himself to the hilt and came with a guttural roar.

Hot spurts flooded me again. Pulse after thick pulse, so much it overflowed immediately, running down my ass and pooling beneath me. He ground against me, hips circling, making sure every drop stayed as deep as possible.

We stayed locked together for long minutes. His weight pressed me into the mattress, cock still twitching inside me. My pussy fluttered weakly around him, aftershocks rippling through both of us.

Finally he eased out slow. A thick gush of cum followed, obscene and warm. He watched it leak from my gaping hole with dark satisfaction, then dragged two fingers through the mess and pushed them back inside me, fucking his load deeper.

“Keep it in,” he murmured. “Don’t waste a drop.”

I whimpered, too spent to move. He collapsed beside me, pulling me against his chest. His hand stayed between my legs, cupping my pussy possessively while his cum slowly seeped around his fingers.

We lay there in the dim glow from the forgotten TV, p**n still playing softly in the background. My body ached in the best way. Marked. Claimed. Full.

Ryan kissed the top of my head. “This isn’t a one-time thing.”

I tilted my face up to look at him. “Good. Because I’m already addicted.”

His lips curved. “Then get used to waking up sore, little sis. We’ve got the whole weekend.”

He rolled me onto my side, spooning behind me. His softening cock nestled against my ass, already stirring again. His hand slid up to cup my breast, thumb brushing my nipple.

“Sleep if you can,” he whispered against my ear. “You’re gonna need the rest.”

I closed my eyes, pussy still throbbing around the fingers he kept buried inside me, cum leaking slow and steady.

For the first time since the wedding, this house finally felt like home.