Chapter 98 Vignette 88 C
It happened once, then twice, and now he can't do without me. His cock can't rest without entering my pussy and fucking senses out of me.
He didn't mind anymore. Didn't care if I wanted it. He just fucked me whenever and wherever he wants.
I'd moan. Scream. but he would only go harder, squeezing my boobs like my body belonged to him.
I’d return to my room with bruises on my breasts, neck and pussy walls.
And the worst part is: I loved it.
I loved how he would pin my head to the wall the moment dad and stepmom steps out of the house.
He would rip my skirt and panties apart, stroke his cock and shove it inside my pussy.
I’d moan and beg him to go harder and he'd do just that, fucking my pussy, balls slapping my ass and pushing my body into the wall. He'd then put his mouth on my neck, sucking and biting my neck like he forgot I had sense organs and could feel pain.
He always burst his nuts inside me. Always.
Always leave me to drop on the floor, his cum, alongside mine, would be dripping out of my pussy.
I’d feel weak, pussy swollen, pulsing and beating hard.
That day, I stared at my reflection, recalling how I ran from the kitchen with my breast outside, panties in my hand, my empty ass jiggling.
My dad almost caught us.
He was already driving into the parking lot before Mich and I realised.
Mich quickly took his fat cock out of my pussy and ran upstairs to his room, without bothering to put it in his trousers first.
I was just recovering from the tension that came with my dad almost catching my step brother and I fucking.
My heart had stopped panting but my pussy was still beating.
Because it wasn't satisfied yet.
It needed more of his cock to thrust inside it.
More of my step brother's cock.
And just as if he heard my thoughts. As if he heard that I needed him to come fuck me…harder than he'd ever done…my door creaked open.
I turned around, delighted, already knowing it was him. But I couldn't shake off my tiny fears.
“Mich, this is risky, dad might hear,”
He didn't answer. Just stepped inside.
He looked like someone who's starving…for a pussy.
Mine.
The way he stared at me like my pussy was dinner for his cock.
“Where's dad?" I asked.
His cock was still out, bouncing as he stepped closer to me.
“The old man’s resting in his room. He won't interrupt us again. As long as we're not loud.”
I sighed, feeling relieved knowing we could fuck as much as we want. What I wasn't sure of was keeping my mouth shut while he'd fuck me.
I was a screamer.
And let's say I would have managed if it was someone else's cock. But it's Mich. I wasn't sure how possible that'd be.
There was just something about him…his cock.
And the thought that my dad was just in a room nearby, made my pussy pulse between my thighs, heart racing even louder, anticipating.
I felt my slick. So fucking wet.
My boobs were still out. Mich couldn't wait much longer. He reached for the biggest one and gripped it in his hand, taking it in his mouth, his hand on my ass.
I threw my head backwards, moaning when I felt his teeth on my nipples.
He squeezed my ass tight and hard, his exposed cock stabbing my belly.
Like it was a pussy, he started pushing his cock against my belly button.
He grabbed my neck, wrapping his fingers around it. Then he locked his lips on mine, in a deep wet kiss.
He pushed me slightly backward, his lips locked on mine, kissing and sucking hell out of it.
I stumbled on my reading table and he didn't push further.
He held his cock, stroking it right in front of my pussy. It still had my creams on it…the one from our kitchen fuck, before my dad interrupted.
I moaned,
He directed the tip of his cock to my pussy.
He pressed it against my soft pussy lips. Against my wetness.
I gasped, whimpered, my legs trembling.
I looked at his face. The ruthless face that didn't think twice before fucking his own step sister.
I loved it.
He bit his lower lips, his eyes fixed on how my pussy was soaking his cock
Then…
He stuck it in, and…pushed it in.
I moaned. He pushed his cock to my core.
Then started fucking me. His balls slammed me, his hips jamming against my lap as his cock fucked life out of my pussy, stretching and pounding my walls.
The table creaked under my weight as he continued slamming me, my juices leaking out. Slurpy sounds.
He lifted me, palm under my ass, my legs hanging in the air, his cock penetrating deep inside my pussy.
I was screaming, no longer bothered if dad would hear.
Moaning, I blessed the day my dad tied the knot with his mother. Otherwise I wouldn't have known him.
Wouldn't have tasted a cock so sweet.
Wouldn't have had someone nearby to grind my pussy whenever it needed it.
He carried me to the wall, pressed my back against it, his long fat cock going deep inside me.
He cupped his hand to my mouth to reduce my noise, but the sound of his dick going inside my wet pussy, and his balls hitting me was even louder.
He groaned. Then went harder.
He leaned in, sucked my cheek, then trailed his lips down to my neck, sucking and biting me.
I was certain I would spot multiple hickeys on my neck by the time we finished fucking.
Hickeys from my own step brother.
He reached for my lips. Kissed me. Sucked my lips hard. I felt his teeth on my tongue as his dick was relentless, fucking and pounding my pussy hard.
He grabbed my neck with his hand again, his ecstatic breath hitting my face as he gasped.
He slammed me once. Harder.
Then another huge, deep slam.
My breath hitched.
He slammed me again.
I squealed.
Then…
His cum erupted from his cock and shot straight, deep inside my pussy.
I shouted.
It was the best feeling ever.
He dropped me on the floor, his cock dripping with orgasm and intense satisfaction.