All Chapters of Stepbrother's Filthy Toy (An Erotica Collection): Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

We walked past the rocks in a loose group, me still completely naked, cum already drying sticky on my inner thighs. The dark-haired guy—whose name I still didn’t know—stayed close, hand resting low on my back. Behind us, more men followed. Some already hard again. Some talking low about what they were about to do. The cove opened up after a short climb over warm stone. Smaller. Quieter. High rock walls on three sides, soft sand, and the ocean still close enough that waves could reach us. Perfect. I didn’t wait for instructions. I walked to the center of the sand, dropped to my knees, and looked up at them. “Come on then.” The first three moved in at once. One fed his cock into my mouth. Two others pulled me up just enough so one could slide under me on his back. I sank down onto him, taking him deep while the man in front fucked my throat. Hands grabbed my tits, my ass, my hair. Another cock pressed against my lips the second the first one pulled out. I took everything they gave

LILAI yanked open my closet with shaking hands. Almost everything was already packed for the weekend at Aunt Carol’s. The only thing left that even remotely looked like party clothes was a soft black stretch dress that clung to every curve and stopped mid-thigh. I’d worn it once to a casual dinner last spring and then forgotten it existed. No clean bra that matched. No panties that weren’t already in the laundry basket or stuffed into the suitcase.Mom’s footsteps retreated down the stairs.“Five minutes, Lila!”I stripped. The air felt cool against my bare skin. My nipples were still tight, aching, and when I cupped my breasts for a second the soft weight of them made me bite my lip. Between my legs I was slick—shamefully, unmistakably wet. I could feel it coating my inner thighs when I stepped into the dress and pulled the stretchy fabric up over my hips, over my bare ass, over the soft curve of my stomach and the heavy swell of my tits. The neckline dipped low enough that the tops

LILAAnother bump. My clit dragged hard across the warm metal. A sharp, bright spark of pleasure shot up my spine and I cried out, hips jerking involuntarily. The movement made my bare ass grind down harder on his cock. Ryan’s breath left him in a low, rough exhale against the back of my neck—the first real sound he’d made since ordering me onto the bike. His hand on my thigh tightened. Then it slid higher. “You wore nothing?” Fingers brushed the soft, wet lips of my pussy. I froze. The bike kept moving. Wind kept lifting the dress. “I didn’t… couldn’t find anything-g.” He quickly withdrew his hands from my wet, aching pussy. “We shouldn’t.” “Please, keep going.” I begged. “We are family.” He groaned like he hated himself for saying that aloud. “Step-family.” I nearly cried. I swear! I have no idea what the fuck was wrong with me. I grabbed his fingers and shamelessly returned it to my pussy. “Okay. It’s mutual then. Besides, it’s just touching.” His fingers stayed right there,

LILA“Put it back in your mouth. Keep sucking while I play with this dripping little cunt.”I obeyed. I leaned forward again, took his cock deep, and moaned around the thick length while his fingers curled inside me and found that sensitive spot. He rubbed it in tight circles. My hips jerked. Another orgasm started building fast, low and sharp.Ryan’s free hand stayed in my hair, guiding my mouth up and down his cock in long, wet strokes. Every time I took him to the back of my throat he groaned under his breath—quiet, almost reluctant, like he still hated that I could pull those sounds out of him.“You’re soaked,” he muttered against my breast when he switched back to sucking my nipples. “Dripping all over the fucking bike. All over my hand. You came on my fingers while we were still moving and now you’re about to come again with my cock in your mouth.”I whimpered around him. My thighs shook. His fingers thrust harder, faster, the wet sound filthy and loud in the quiet woods.“Come.

LILARyan’s eyes stayed cold, shuttered, the same distant look he always wore. But he stripped—T-shirt first, then jeans shoved all the way down and kicked off, boots still on. He was completely naked on the motorcycle now, hard cock jutting up against his stomach, the thick length still wet from my mouth and my pussy. The sight of him bare in the open air, with the reception only a short distance away, made another rush of wetness drip down my thighs.“Get back on it.”I straddled him again, facing forward this time so my back was to his chest, and sank down in one long, slow slide. We both groaned—quiet, restrained—because the voices were closer now. He filled me completely. My bare ass settled against his bare thighs. His hands came around and cupped my breasts, pinching the nipples while he started thrusting up into me again, hard and deep.The wet slap of skin on skin was quiet but filthy. Every time he bottomed out I felt it in my stomach. Every time he pulled back the head drag