Chapter 132: My Stepbrother’s Cock Feels Good (11)
{RUE}
I felt the blunt, velvet heat of Damon’s cockhead press against my soaked entrance.
Before I could draw another breath, he surged forward, burying himself to the hilt in one savage thrust.
A choked moan tore from my throat. "Nghhh, fuck!"
He didn't give me a single second to adjust. Didn't pause. Didn't wait.
His hips snapped back and then slammed forward again, driving his cock deep into my clenching pussy with a force that rattled the table beneath us.
"Fuck," he grunted, the sound rough and strained as he rammed into me again and again. "I just fucked your greedy little pussy, but it's still clenching and gripping my cock like a desperate little bitch."
I couldn't form a coherent thought, let alone a reply.
Every sharp retort I wanted to throw at him lodged in my throat, dissolving into nothing more than breathless, broken moans. "Ahh... mhmmm... oh fuck..."
His hips kept pounding, his cock plunging in and out of my pussy, dragging along my slick, swollen folds as the wet, obscene sound of it echoed off the walls.
Every nerve in my body thrummed with the brutal, intoxicating rhythm.
I didn't want him to stop.
I needed more.
"Hmphhhh... more," I moaned, the sound muffled against his shoulder before I tipped my head back. "Oh God... more..."
"You want more?" he rasped, his breath hot against my skin as beads of sweat rolled from his forehead onto mine.
"Yes. Fuck me harder," I gasped.
My legs instinctively lifted, wrapping around his hips as my ankles locked behind his lower back. I arched into him, meeting every thrust, silently begging for more.
He answered with a low, guttural groan, his forehead dropping briefly to mine as he rolled his hips in a slow, deliberate grind before driving into me again.
The change in pace stole the breath from my lungs, each movement building the pressure inside me until it became almost unbearable.
Pleasure rippled through every nerve, leaving my vision blurred around the edges.
"Harder..." I whimpered, my fingers clawing helplessly at the table. "More... Please, Damon. I'm going to cum. Oh, fuck... I'm going to cum..."
Instead of giving me what I needed, he suddenly shifted his weight.
"Not yet," he murmured, his breath warm against my ear as his hands settled firmly on my waist, holding me in place.
Confusion barely had time to register before he drew back, pulling his cock out of my pussy.
The sudden loss of him left me breathless, a frustrated ache replacing the overwhelming fullness I'd been chasing only a heartbeat before.
I winced, my hips jerking instinctively as a frustrated cry escaped my lips. "Why did you pull out?"
He let out a low chuckle. "Impatient, aren't you?"
"Don't tease me." I shot him a glare. "Put it back in."
The corner of his mouth lifted into a smug smirk, but he didn't move.
Which, somehow, irritated me even more.
I opened my mouth to curse the living shit out of him, but before a single word could leave my lips, his hands closed around my hips and flipped me onto my stomach in one swift motion.
The cool surface of the table met my heated skin.
A heartbeat later, his hands settled on my hips, lifting them higher until my ass was raised into the air. Then he spread my legs wider with one hand, leaving both holes completely exposed to him.
"Damon..." My voice wavered. "What are you..."
"Time to make things more interesting," he rasped.
I heard him shift behind me, followed by the distinct sound of him reaching for something.
My pulse kicked into a frantic rhythm.
I buried my face against my cuffed hands, every muscle in my body strung tight with anticipation as I waited to find out what he was about to do.
I had no clue what was going on behind me, but whatever it was, he'd better get on with it.
I needed him to put his cock back inside me before I completely lost my damn mind.
Fuck. I couldn't believe I'd become this desperate for Damon's cock.
And yet... here I was.
Spread open, dripping like a bitch in heat, and silently willing him to hurry the hell up.
Fantastic. My life choices just kept getting better.
I felt his fingers wrap around the base of the butt plug. He pulled it free in one slow, steady motion. The drag of it sent sparks skittering up my spine, and the sudden emptiness made my body clench instinctively.
A shaky sigh escaped my lips, equal parts relief and disappointment as I realized I actually missed that brutal little thing buried inside my asshole—the way it filled me completely, pressing against my inner walls and making every sensation sharper and infinitely more intense.
Without warning, I felt something else.
Something thick nudging against my tight, aching asshole.
No. Thick was a criminal understatement.
Whatever was pressing against me felt impossibly huge.
I lifted my head, ready to demand what the hell he was doing.
I never got the chance.
He drove whatever had been pressing against my asshole inside in one brutal, unforgiving thrust, cutting off every word before it could leave my lips.
There was no teasing. No slow stretch. Just a devastating fullness that ripped through me and stole the breath straight from my lungs.
"Fuck!" I screamed, the cry tearing from my throat so loudly I was certain Damon's neighbors’ could hear every echo ricocheting through the house.
I froze, my chest heaving as I fought to drag air back into my lungs while my legs trembled uncontrollably against the cool surface of the table.
"What... what did you just shove up my ass?" I gasped, the words barely more than a trembling whisper.
Damon leaned closer, his voice a low, sinful rasp against the back of my neck. "It’s the star of the show."
I frowned. "The star of the show? What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
A slow, smug chuckle rumbled in his chest.
"It's a dildo," he drawled. "Though I prefer to call him Mr. Savage."
"The fuck?" I choked out, my fingers curling into white-knuckled fists against the table. "Who the hell names their sex toys?"
"Sorry to break it to you," he said, amusement lacing his voice, "but I do, Rue."
I opened my mouth to protest, but before I could get a single word out, he began moving the dildo in and out of my ass, killing whatever I was about to say before it could leave my lips.
The sensation crashed over me with such overwhelming force that every coherent thought scattered.
It was too much and somehow not enough all at once, the relentless stretch blurring pleasure and pain until I couldn't tell where one ended and the other began.
"Fuckkk…" I whimpered, the word breaking apart on a trembling breath.
He gave the dildo four deep, punishing thrusts, each one stretching my asshole wider than I thought possible, each one dragging a garbled sound from my lips, and then he pulled his hand away.
The sudden absence left me hollow, aching, my asshole clenching around the massive intrusion still buried inside me.
I felt him shift behind me, the heat of his body drawing closer, and then the hot, blunt tip of his cock was pressing against my dripping pussy.
I braced myself, my greedy hole clenching in desperate anticipation, slick, ready, and aching to be filled.
I could feel every ridge and contour of him against my folds, and my breath caught in my throat, my whole body going taut with need.
But he didn't thrust inside.
Instead, he rubbed the blunt tip of his cock along my pussy lips, dragging it up and down in a slow, torturous rhythm that made my toes curl against the floor.
He teased my swollen clit with maddening precision, circling it until I was panting, until the pressure built to a fever pitch and every nerve in my body screamed for more, for release, for anything but this unbearable, drawn-out torment.
"Just put your cock in already," I snapped, my patience fraying into absolute nothingness. "Stop wast—"
A sharp, stinging crack split the air.
Pain bloomed across my ass cheek.
"Ahh! Fuck!" The scream tore from my throat before dissolving into broken, shuddering gasps.
I twisted my head to look over my shoulder, my vision swimming with adrenaline and shock.
The moment my gaze landed on what Damon held in his free hand, my eyes widened.
What the fucking fuck?