All Chapters of ALL YOURS: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

**“Fuck,” I groaned, burying myself to the hilt. She was still so tight, still so wet, still gripping me like a velvet fist. “This cunt… Christ, Sofia. It’s mine. Every inch of it. Every flutter. Every drop of cream. Mine.”I fucked her hard and deep, hips slapping loudly against her ass, the wet sounds of her soaked pussy taking every thick inch filling the room. My balls smacked against her clit with every thrust. I watched my veined cock disappear inside her again and again, stretching her pretty pink lips wide, coated in her creamy arousal.“You feel that, little wife?” I growled, fisting her hair and pulling her head back so she had to arch for me. “Feel how deep I am? Feel how your husband’s cock owns this pussy?”“Yes— yes— Husband— oh God—”“No God,” I snarled, slamming into her harder. “Only me. Only this cock. Only your Don.”I pulled out suddenly, making her whimper at the loss, and pressed the fat, dripping head of my cock against her tight little asshole.“Push back,” I

She obeyed, pushing back as I sank into her tight heat. The stretch was exquisite — her ring gripping me like a vice, hot and silky as I fed her every thick inch until my balls were pressed against her dripping pussy.I fucked her ass with slow, grinding thrusts at first, letting her feel every ridge, every vein. Then harder. Deeper. The slap of my hips against her ass filled the room.While I railed her ass, I shoved three thick fingers into her empty pussy, stretching her wide, curling them against her G-spot, feeling my own cock moving through the thin wall.Sofia was shaking, sobbing, coming apart.I leaned down, biting her shoulder hard enough to mark her. “You have no idea how dangerous you are to me. I’ve never been obsessed with anything before. Not power. Not money. Not even revenge. But you… fuck, Sofia. You’re under my skin. In my blood. I wake up thinking about breeding this cunt. I go to sleep dreaming about filling both your holes until you’re overflowing with my cum. I

JAX’S POV (later that evening)**I stood under the cold shower, fist wrapped around my cock, stroking hard and fast.Fuck.Lila Bennett was no longer the shy little sister I remembered.She was a woman now — curves in all the right places, full breasts straining against that thin tank top, long legs that begged to be wrapped around my waist. When she’d looked up at me with those wide eyes, lips parted, I’d almost lost control right there in the hallway.I pumped my thick cock faster, thumb swiping over the leaking head, imagining it was her soft hand instead. Or better — her mouth. Her tight, virgin throat taking every inch while she looked up at me with tears in her eyes and whispered “Jax… please.”“Shit,” I groaned, bracing one hand against the tile.I’d wanted her since she was seventeen. That stolen kiss in the rain had nearly broken me. I’d pushed her away because she was too good, too innocent, and I was already sliding into the darkness that would eventually lead me to own Vel

“Jax…” I whispered.He placed one hand on the glass beside my head, caging me in without touching me. His other hand hovered just above my hip, not quite making contact.“Tell me the truth, little sister,” he said, leaning in until his lips brushed the shell of my ear. “Have you been thinking about that kiss we shared four years ago? The one where I pushed you away because you were too innocent… and I was already too fucked up?”My breath hitched. “Every day.”He groaned softly, forehead almost resting against mine.“I’ve thought about it too,” he confessed, voice rough. “Every fucking night. I’ve jerked off to the memory of your soft lips and the way you whimpered into my mouth. I’ve imagined tying you down in one of these rooms and showing you exactly what I wanted to do to you back then.”His hand finally touched me — just his fingertips tracing the curve of my waist, so light it was torture.“I’m still trying to be good, Lila,” he whispered. “Still trying to protect you from the m

I moaned into his mouth as his hands roamed — one sliding under my tank top to cup my bare breast, thumb flicking my hard nipple, the other gripping my ass and pulling me harder against the thick, rigid length of his cock straining through his sweatpants.He was huge. I could feel every inch of him — thick, hot, pulsing against my stomach.“Fuck, Lila,” he groaned against my lips, grinding his hips forward so his cock rubbed right against my clit through the thin fabric. “You’re soaked. I can feel how wet your little pussy is through these tiny shorts.”He rocked against me harder, the friction perfect and torturous. The head of his cock dragged over my swollen clit again and again, making me whimper and grind back desperately.We were dry humping like teenagers on the balcony, but it felt more dangerous than anything I’d ever done.His mouth moved to my neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks. “You have no idea how many nights I’ve jerked off thinking about this. About you. About fu