Chapter 32 MY JEALOUS STEP BROTHER 4
MY JEALOUS STEP BROTHER 4
BELLY
The walk to Kane’s bedroom was a blur—Jack’s hand gripping my arm tight, Kane’s palm flat against the small of my back, guiding me like a prey between two predators. My legs shook, my pussy still aching and swollen, but the look in their eyes said they weren’t close to finished.
Kane shoved me onto the massive bed, the sheets dark and smooth beneath me. Their muscles and skin glistened under the dim light from sweat. Their eyes wild, and chest heaving.
“On your back, Belly.” Kane’s voice was low, sharp, and commanding.
I obeyed instantly, my chest rising and falling fast.
He climbed over me, his knees braced on either side of my thighs, his cock heavy, slick, and hard against my stomach. “You’re mine to ruin tonight.” His hand caught my wrists and pinned them above my head in one tight grip.
Jack leaned down over me too, his mouth crushing mine, his tongue hungry and messy. His cock, wet from fucking me earlier, pressed against my cheek. “Open up, Belly.”
Kane held me down while Jack shoved his cock against my lips. I moaned, my body already trembling as Kane’s free hand slid between my legs, spreading me open. My hips bucked helplessly.
I gagged around Jack’s thick length as he pushed deep into my throat. His hand fisted my hair, pulling my head back to take him deeper. Kane spread my pussy wide, two of his fingers sinking in with no warning, curling cruelly until my back arched off the sheets.
“Fuck—you're so wet,” Kane snarled, as he pumped his fingers hard, making wet, sensual sounds echo in the quiet room. “You want my cock, Belly? Say it.”
I tried, choking around Jack’s cock, tears pricking my eyes. He groaned darkly. “She doesn’t need to say it. Look at her—taking me down her throat like she was made for it. Fuck— she's made for it.”
Kane grinned, cruel and hot. “Then let’s give her what she’s begging for.”
He pulled his fingers out, grabbed my thighs, and forced them wide open. My pussy clenched around nothing, desperate, before his cock replaced his hand. He drove in slow, and deliberate, stretching me until my scream was muffled by Jack’s cock slamming deep down my throat.
I was pinned. Filled. And Used.
My body shook violently as Kane bottomed out, his hips grinding against me, his cock buried to the hilt. Jack moaned above me, his thrusts brutal, spit dripping down my chin.
“Fuck, Belly—you’re clenching so hard.” Kane’s hand clamped on my hip as he started pounding into me, rough and merciless. “You love this, don’t you? Taking both of us.”
Jack snarled, holding my face in place while he used my mouth. “She’s gagging for me. Sweet Belly can’t get enough.”
Pleasure burned my body so sharp it was painfull. My throat was raw, my pussy stretched and quivering. My nails gripped and tightened at the sheets, but Kane only pinned me harder, pounding into me until the bed shook.
KANE'S POV
Fuck, look at her. Ruined between us. Jack thinks he owns her, but I can see the truth in her eyes—she’s starving for me. Her pussy's clenching around my cock like it was made to take on me. I grip her thigh tighter, groaning at the feel of her wet, tight cunt, wrapped around me. I’m going to break her. I’m going to make sure she knows she’s mine, even with his cock buried in her mouth.
JACK'S POV
She’s sucking me so hard I could lose it right here. Damn Kane—pounding her pussy so hard like that. I hate it. I hate how she looks at him, crying and moaning like he’s giving her the world. But the way she took my cock and now sucking it? That’s for me. That’s mine. I slam harder, rutting until she cries, until he knows I can fuck her just as rough as he can.
BELLY'S POV
I lost count of how many times I came—my release gushing down my thighs, slick and soaking the sheets. My body convulsed, writhing, but they don't stop. Jack fucked my mouth, and Kane pounded my cunt, both of them feeding off my sobs and choked cries.
Fuck! These men can fuck.
And then Kane’s voice came, dark and filthy—
“Flip her.”
Jack yanked me up, spit and tears streaking my face. Kane rolled me onto all fours, shoving my ass up in the air. He drove into me from behind in one brutal stroke, making me scream. Jack shoved his cock back between my lips, his fingers gripping my chin until I gagged around him again.
I was lost—crying, drooling, and shaking—but still craving every thrust, and every cruel word. God, I wanted more.
Kane grunted, his voice thick. “Not enough.” He leaned over, his chest hot against my back, his mouth biting my ear. “We’re going to split you open, Belly. You’re going to take both of us.”
Jack’s cock slid out of my mouth, smearing spit across my cheek. His eyes caught Kane’s, wild with lust, with jealousy, with challenge. He climbed onto the bed behind me, his hand gripping his cock.
“Yeah,” Jack rasped. “Let’s see if she can handle it.”
Kane spread me wide, forcing me still as Jack pressed forward too.
And then—heat, and pressure, stretch so sharp I screamed. Both of them were inside me. Kane in my pussy, Jack forcing into my ass, filling me until I thought I’d split in half.
“Fuck—you're so tight,” Jack groaned, teeth gritted as he pushed deeper.
Kane’s growl vibrated through me. “You're mine. You're fucking mine, Belly.”
Both of them used me, like I'd never expected. They fucked me together, rough and merciless, their cocks dragging against each other through my walls, wringing cries from me until I was sobbing.
Every thrust forced pleasure so violent through me I couldn’t breathe. My body clamped down, squirting uncontrollably, and soaking them both.
“Goddamn,” Kane swore, his pace brutal. “She’s milking us—fuck—”
Jack’s voice broke, guttural. “You hear her scream? She’s ours. Ours.”
Their thrusts turned savage, their grunts overlapping, their hands gripping my hips and throat, until I collapsed forward, ruined, twitching, and screaming into the sheets.
Hot release after release, cum after cum tore through me, my body broken by pleasure, my voice shredded into raw sobs.
But I was still conscious, although wrecked.
When they finally slowed, I was shaking so hard I could barely breathe. Kane pulled out, his cock dripping, while Jack collapsed next to me, stroking my cheek with trembling fingers.
Kane leaned close, his lips grazing my ear. “This isn’t the end, Belly. You’ll keep craving us. Every time.”
Jack kissed my temple, his voice hoarse. “You're mine. Always mine.”
Pinned between them, my body was ruined b
ut alive, and I realized the truth.
They hadn’t just fucked me.
They’d claimed and owned me.