Chapter 6 My Ruin
AYRA POV
The moment the words left my mouth, Justin froze.
He didn’t say anything. He didn’t even move. He just stared at me like he was trying to figure out if he heard me correctly.
“Ayra…” he finally said, his voice low and resistant.
“You can’t just say something like that.” He murmured, biting his lips.
However, he didn’t turn away, he walked to where I was. Staring at my face.
The room was dead silent, with each passing second I could feel myself soaked.
Then I saw his eyes drop briefly, at my pajama top, the small line of lingerie showing underneath, then he looked back at me, and his expression changed.
“I want you Justin.” I whispered, holding his gaze as my hand traced his bare arms
“You know what that means, right?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper.
The question made my chest feel tight, but still my hand roamed his body and settled on his chest. “I know.” I said in a firm voice.
He exhaled slowly, rubbing a hand over his face as if all of this was too much at once.
Then he looked straight at me again.
“Ayra… why me?” he asked, not in an angry voice more like a genuine question.
I swallowed, “Because I trust you,” I said. “And because I want my first time to be with someone who actually cares.” I said, blinking at him.
Justin went quiet again, eyes searching mine for any sign of hesitation.
“Say it one more time,” he said as his hand rested on my waist. “I need to know you mean it.”
With my lips in between my teeth, “Deflower me… make me a woman,” I said.
“Ayra,” he said, his voice low and yearning, “you’re serious?”
“Yes,” I answered. I didn’t look away. There was no point pretending or backtracking when I meant every single word.
He let out a slow breath and pulled me closer, closing the small space between us. His eyes searched mine, not aggressively, just trying to read me the way he always did.
He reached out and held my face gently, his thumb brushing my cheek. There was nothing rushed about it, nothing dramatic, just him making sure I wasn’t shaking or scared.
“You know what you’re asking for,” he said quietly.
“I do.” I said still lost in his eyes. I don't know why he is being slow or does he think I was playing some kind of prank on him?
“And you trust me to handle it?”
“Yes.” I said without batting an eye.
He nodded as though he accepted everything at once.
“Alright,” he said, bent to my earlobe. “Then I’ll take it from here.” he whispered, sending shivers down my spine.
My breath caught, as I squeezed my thigh together.
“I will fuck you so hard without caring if you are my stepsister,” he warned in a low voice as he grabbed my ass.
I gasped as he pulled away slightly. Taking my parted lips as a clue he pressed his soft lips on me.
He kissed me deep, devastating, like he’d been waiting for this since the moment we met. My knees nearly buckled, heat flooding everywhere, his tongue sweeping mine, shit who would have thought my step brother is an excellent kisser.
His hands explored, waist, hips, the curve of my ass, pulling me flush against the hard length pressing into me.
I gasped, and he swallowed the sound like it was his favorite sin.
He broke the kiss only long enough to drag his mouth down my throat, sucking hard enough to bruise, to mark, to warn the world.
“Fuck,” he growled, voice rough. “You taste like sin itself.” He said.
My fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, as I desperately tried to unbutton his shirt. Damn I want him so bad.
He caught my wrist, eyes burning into mine. “If I place you on the bed, I won’t let you go after.” He said, more like giving me a last warning.
My pulse thundered. I don't fucking care, all I want right down is his cock buried deep in my pussy.
“Then don’t let go,” I whispered.
Justin smirked, then he lifted me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his waist as he carried me through the room, breathing hard, kissing me like he owned every inch.
My back hit a wall, his mouth on mine again, this time a lot more deeper, hungrier.
“Mm… ngh, Justin.”
“Uhn…” I moaned as his face grazed around my neck and his hands wandered around my thighs.
“Do you really want me to do this to you?” he asked.
I nodded in excitement.
His lips moved to my jaw, trailing down my neck. I arched into him with a gasp.
He moved his tongue against my skin, sending shocks down my spine.
I could already feel his cock bulging against me.
He pulled off his T-shirt slowly. I found myself tongue-tied, his abs were visible, well built, and his biceps and triceps made my insides churn with excitement.
His tanned skin looked so smooth and well taken care of, and my gaze trailed slowly to his face.
“What are you doing?” he said, his lips moving. My wet thighs subconsciously clamped together as I felt it throb. My pussy throbbed just by his voice.
“Get over here,” he said. I moved closer to him, my wet thighs brushing each other. I wanted him so bad, I reached down for my knees… feeling the heat coming out of my pussy.
He loosened his belt and pulled off his pants, revealing his nine-inch huge cock to me.
And there it is, “my ruin,” I whispered.
His cock was already semi-hard and thick, with veins around it ready to wreck my pussy.
At that moment, nothing mattered to me and I didn’t care if he was my stepbrother.
“Take my cock in your hands and put that mouth into good use,” he said, his voice deep and commanding.
Instinctively, I felt a warm liquid pouring out of my pussy and soaking my panties.
“Oh my god! I am completely soaked in my juice,” I whispered.
My nipples had hardened and were pushing the fabric of my dress. Both my hands wrapped around his cock, as that was the only way I could get his cock wrapped.
“Fuck, your hands feel so good,” he said. I moved my hands on his cock just like I watched in porn movies and moved my face closer to breathe in the manly scent of his cock before spitting on it.
Fuck, it felt so good.
I played with his balls. “Fuck,” he groaned in pleasure. His hands reached into my hair and pulled my face to his cock. I spat on it and slowly parted my lips, spreading them wide to let his huge, thick cock into my mouth.
“Oh my goddd!!!” he moaned in pleasure.
His cock tasted so good. Though it hurt the sides of my lips, my pussy definitely thought otherwise.
I felt an uncontrollable itch in my pussy. I was unmistakably horny at the intrusion of his cock into my mouth. I had only taken the head of his cock into my mouth and I was unsure if his cock would fit completely.
“How small is your mouth?” he asked, his sexy voice sending streaks of heat in me.
He pulled me back to his now fully hard cock. I wrapped my hands around it immediately. I took my tongue to the tip of his cock, letting my tongue tease the part I hoped was the most sensitive spot of his cock.
“Fuck! Suck on it… yeah, suck it like I know you fucking want to,” he said.
I liked the taste of his cock. I liked the way his thick cock felt on my tongue and the way it made me soak in my juice.
I let my tongue glide around his veiny cock and spat on it to make it greasy.
He threw his head backward as I sucked his dick, letting out a hard breath as a low growl erupted from the back of his throat.
I sucked on his juice and played with his balls while doing so… Damnnn!!! It tasted so good.
Suddenly, he lifted me effortlessly and gripped my thighs. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me to the bed like I weighed nothing.
We kissed faster and more desperate… then I pulled off my pajamas and watched him stare at my sexy lingerie.
“You are one badass slut,” he said, his eyes locked on my body.
His mouth came rushing to mine and I accepted him with all of me. His hands found my bra and tore it apart in one swift motion. He took a second to stare at my milky white naked breasts… I could see his pupils dilating at the glance of my busty breasts.
His hands grabbed my breasts tightly; claiming my breasts with his mouth, with a kind of hunger that made me cry out.
“Mm… godddd,” I moaned in pleasure, wrapping my hands around his back.
He bit and sucked, lips worshiping and squeezing my nipples until I was squirming.
“Goddddd… Justin,” I moaned as he bit into it.
I arched into him, dripping wet, I could feel my juice soaking my panties.
I moaned as our lips collided roughly.
His hands were already on my waist, gripping my ass possessively… then with a harsh tug, he ripped off my panties.
He took a moment and narrowed his dilated pupils to my milky white pussy, breathing growing shallow.
His hands found my clitoris in a desperate attempt, rubbing my sensitive bud which sent a shock wave through my nerves. Then without warning, he slid his finger into my pussy…
“Justin!!!” I cried out at the contact.
My head falling back into the pillow… I gasped and gripped the sheets as my body clenched around him.
“That’s it,” he said, thrusting his fingers deep into my pussy.
“Fuck, you are tight,” he growled… pulling his fingers out of my pussy.
His dick was now extremely hard and thick - dripping his juice… and it was ready to wreck my pussy.