บททั้งหมดของ Stepbrother's Filthy Toy (An Erotica Collection): บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

ESTHERThe silence in the bedroom was suffocating.Asher and Finn stood in the doorway, still sweaty from the gym, staring at the way Silas held me against his chest. My heart hammered so hard I was sure they could all hear it.Silas didn’t let me go. If anything, his grip on my waist tightened.“Silas,” Asher said, voice dangerously low. “What the fuck did you just say to her?”Silas finally looked at them, his gray eyes hard. “I told her the truth. I don’t want to share her anymore. I want Esther for myself.”Finn let out a sharp, disbelieving laugh, but there was no humor in it. “You’ve got to be kidding me. We agreed on this. All three of us. From the beginning.”“I changed my mind,” Silas said flatly. “Every time I watch you two fuck her, something in me snaps. I want her in my bed. Only my bed. I want to be the one who wakes up next to her every morning. The only one who breeds her.”My stomach twisted. The words were so raw, so possessive, they made my thighs press together eve

MIAI lay spread open on the massive canvas, back arched against the cool, paint-smeared surface. Elias knelt between my thighs, his thick cock pushing into me inch by inch. Red and gold streaks covered my tits, my stomach, my hips. His hands gripped my knees, holding me wide while he watched my face."Breathe for me," he said, voice low and rough. "Little sis. Let your stepbrother paint your first orgasm."I gasped as he sank deeper. The stretch burned, full and overwhelming. Virgin. Now not. Paint smeared under my palms as I clutched the edges of the canvas. "Elias, it's... too much.""Not too much." He leaned down, mouth closing around my nipple, sucking the paint off while he thrust slow. "You're taking me so well. This tight little pussy was made for this."My legs trembled around him. The loft smelled like oil paints and sweat and us. Sunlight cut across the floor through the high windows. I rocked up to meet him without thinking, a broken sound slipping out of me.He groaned ag

MIAElias had me bent over the balcony railing, naked except for the streaks of paint still drying on my skin. City lights flickered below while the wind whipped across my tits and belly. He thrust into me hard from behind, one hand fisted in my hair, the other clamped over my mouth."Let them watch," he growled against my ear. "How beautifully your stepbrother claims you."I moaned into his palm, the sound muffled. My pussy clenched around him with every deep stroke. The railing dug into my hips but I pushed back anyway, chasing the stretch. Paint smeared between us, blue and crimson transferring onto his chest and arms. Anyone with binoculars in the building across the street might see. The thought made me drip more."Quiet," he warned, but his hips snapped harder. "Or do you want them to hear how my little sister sounds when she takes my cock?"I shook my head but my body betrayed me, legs spreading wider. He reached around and rubbed my clit, fingers slippery with paint and my wet

MIAElias shoved me against the studio door the second Victor started talking outside. Naked. Paint still streaked across my skin. His cock slid into me slow and deep while his hand covered my mouth. The wood rattled lightly with every thrust."Cum quietly for me, my love," he whispered against my ear. "Then we’ll face them together."I nodded, biting his palm to stay silent. Victor kept talking through the door, voice sharp and smug. "Open up, Elias. The photos are already with your parents. Stepsister pussy on every canvas. Nice legacy."Elias thrust deeper, grinding against me. His free hand gripped my hip, holding me in place while he moved. "Ignore him," he breathed. "Focus on my cock. On us."My pussy clenched around him. The danger right outside made everything sharper. I pushed back, taking him to the hilt. He groaned low in his throat but kept the rhythm controlled. Slow. Deep. Paint smeared on the door where my tits pressed.Victor banged again. "This could ruin you both. Un

SARAHThe next night Mom went to bed early.She’d been complaining about a headache all evening, kissing Michael goodnight on the cheek before disappearing upstairs. I stayed on the couch pretending to scroll on my phone, heart racing the whole time.Michael waited ten minutes after her door clicked shut.Then he looked at me across the living room.“Upstairs. My office. Now.”His voice was low, calm, but it sent heat straight between my legs.I followed him up the stairs on shaky legs. The office was at the end of the hall, right across from their bedroom. Mom’s soft snoring was already audible through the door.Michael closed the office door behind us but didn’t lock it.“Take your clothes off.”I stripped fast, hands trembling. When I was completely naked he turned me around and bent me over his desk. The wood was cool against my tits.“Look up,” he ordered.There was a big mirror on the wall across from the desk. I could see myself — flushed, naked, bent over — and Michael standin