Wild Dreams [Story Collection]
Jake stroked himself beside us, whispering filth: “Imagine if Dad walked in, seeing his stepsons balls-deep in you.”
The thought pushed me over again. Ryan pulled out, coming on my tits, rubbing it in like lotion. Jake took his turn, flipping me onto my stomach, ass up. He entered roughly, the bed creaking softly. “Quiet, slut,” he warned, but his thrusts were punishing.
He came inside, the risk of no protection thrilling us all. We fell asleep in a pile, them sneaking out before dawn.