Chapter 133 My Stepbrother’s Cock Feels Good (12)

Chapter 133 My Stepbrother’s Cock Feels Good (12)
{RUE}

"Why the fuck are you holding that?" I screeched.

My eyes remained fixed on the leather whip coiled in his hand. The dark, braided length swayed slightly as he adjusted his grip, and my heart slammed against my ribs, the pulse in my throat pounding hard enough to make me dizzy.

Damon's smirk stretched wider, slow and wicked, the kind of smile that told me he'd been waiting for this exact moment.

"Because I can," he said simply.

"Damon—"

The rest of his name lodged in my throat as the whip cracked against my ass.

Fire bloomed across the already stinging flesh, a sharp burst of pain sending sparks racing through me.

I bit down on my lip, hard enough to taste copper, swallowing the cry clawing its way up my throat.

My chest heaved with every ragged breath, my entire body trembling as though I'd been pushed beyond the edge of endurance.

I swallowed hard and opened my mouth to speak, to curse him, to tell him exactly what I thought about his little whip and his smug face and his stupid Mr. Savage dildo still buried in my ass.

But before a single word escaped, Damon drove his cock deep into my pussy, cutting me off.

A shattered scream tore from my throat, immediately dissolving into a raw, broken moan. "Hhhgghhn... fuck!"

The force of it knocked the air from my lungs, drove every thought out of my skull until all I knew was the brutal stretch of him filling me, splitting me open, my inner walls clenching and fluttering around his thick length while the dildo lodged in my ass amplified every single pulse of friction.

"Take my cock and stop whining," he grunted, his hips already pulling back.

Crack.

The whip snapped against my ass.

"Ughhh! Ahh!" I screamed, but the sound dissolved into a moan as he rammed back into me, burying his cock to the hilt.

Another smack landed against my other cheek, followed by another deep thrust that rattled the table and sent my whole body jerking forward.

Goddamn, this felt like pleasure in hell.

The pain from the whip bled into the pleasure of his cock, twisting together into something hot and electric that pulsed through my bloodstream.

I felt every inch of his shaft dragging against my slick walls, every ridge and vein pressing against that perfect spot deep inside me.

Another crack split the air.

I moaned loudly, my toes curling against the floor as my body shook with the force of it, caught between the stinging heat blooming across my ass and the relentless pressure building low in my belly.

Just when I thought it couldn't get any more intense, Damon shifted behind me.

His weight adjusted, his free hand moving, and then I felt his fingers wrap around the base of the dildo still buried in my asshole.

He pulled it back gently, the thick silicone dragging against my tight walls, making my breath hitch as my asshole clenched and spasmed around it.

Then he thrust it deeper, sinking it back in until I felt impossibly full.

"Fuck, Damon!" I cried out, my voice cracking.

He didn't respond with words.

Instead, he began his brutal descent.

His cock slammed into my pussy as the dildo drove into my asshole, leaving me stretched, filled, and completely overwhelmed.

The whip cracked against my ass again, sharp and merciless, and whatever remained of my ability to think vanished.

"Ahnnn... fuck... oh god... please..." I moaned like a bitch in heat, loud and shameless.

The pleasure and pain blurred together, a storm of sensation that consumed every part of me.

My pussy clenched frantically around his cock, my asshole gripped the dildo like it never wanted to let go, and the sting of the whip only made everything sharper, more intense.

But through it all, I wanted more.

"Oh… my... mmmhm…" I panted, the word dragged out of me on a trembling breath.

Damon grunted behind me, his hips never faltering, never slowing.

The wet, obscene sounds of my pussy taking his cock in echoed off the walls, mingling with the sharp cracks of the whip, my broken cries, and his low, guttural groans.

He landed one final, heavy smack across my ass.

Then the whip hit the floor with a soft thud, discarded.

His hand released the base of the dildo, leaving it wedged deep inside my ass as both of his hands clamped around my hips.

His fingers bit into my flesh, gripping hard enough to bruise, before he plunged his cock back deep into my pussy with a renewed ferocity that stripped away every last coherent thought.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck... oh… fuckinggg… god!" I chanted.

He held me pinned, fucking me like he intended to ruin me for anyone else, to prove my body was his and his alone.

The table slammed violently against the floor with every thrust, the wet smack of skin on skin echoing through the room.

My pussy kept making those wet, squelching sounds with each thrust, my wetness dripping down my thighs, coating his cock, making everything slick and obscene and perfect.

"Ahh... Damon... oh fuck... I'm gonna..."

My legs shook violently. My whole body went rigid, every muscle locking up as the pressure inside me finally shattered.

I came hard, my pussy convulsing around his cock, and then I felt it, the rush of liquid squirting from me and splashing onto the table.

It was so intense, so overwhelming, that for a moment everything went white and I thought I might actually black out.

Damon didn't stop.

He kept fucking me through my orgasm, not letting up, not slowing, not giving me a single second to recover.

Each thrust sent another wave of pleasure crashing through my oversensitive body, until I was sobbing and moaning at the same time, completely at his mercy.

And that was the best feeling I'd ever gotten in my life.

I felt like I was dying, but in the best possible way.

Every nerve ending was on fire, every muscle trembling, every breath a ragged gasp as he used my body for his pleasure.

His cock swelled deep inside me, thickening and pulsing against my inner walls.

He pulled out of me abruptly, the slick, wet sound of his hand working his shaft fast and rough filling the air.

A low, guttural groan tore from his throat a beat before hot spurts of cum splashed across my back, painting my skin with his release.

I collapsed face-down onto the table, my chest heaving, my body completely drained.

Behind me, Damon was breathing just as heavily.

The room fell into a heavy silence, broken only by the sound of our labored breaths.

"That was so fucking good," he rasped.

I wanted to respond, but I was too spent to speak, too wrecked to string a single word together.

My entire body felt boneless, as though I'd been hollowed out and left with nothing but the lingering echoes of pleasure.

After a few moments, I heard him move. He stepped down from the table behind me, his footsteps heavy against the floor, before rounding the table and coming to stand in front of me.

I lifted my head weakly, watching through half-lidded eyes as he reached for the cuffs still locked around my wrists. His fingers worked quickly, and moments later, the cool metal buckle released, and the leather cuff fell away.

A sharp sting radiated through my wrists, making me wince.

Glancing down, I saw red marks blooming across my skin, angry and raw where the cuffs had bitten into me.

Damon leaned down and pressed a light kiss to my forehead, a surprisingly gentle gesture after everything he'd just done.

Too exhausted to move, I slumped back onto the table, my cheek pressing against its cool surface.

Then I felt his hand on me again. He found the base of the dildo still inside me and slowly pulled it free.

Shit.

I'd completely forgotten that thing was still in my ass.

He gave my ass a light smack.

"Ouch. Stop smacking my ass," I muttered, too tired to put any real heat behind the words.

He squeezed the soft flesh instead, his palm warm against my stinging skin. "I can't help it. It's just too soft."

"Get away," I grumbled, pursing my lips to keep the blush from creeping onto my cheeks.

He chuckled, clearly amused by my reaction.

"I'm going to wash up," he said, straightening.

"Okay," I muttered, my voice muffled against the table.

He paused for a moment. "You want to join me?"

I lifted my head just enough to glare at him. "Hell no."

He laughed. "All right. Suit yourself."

I watched him head upstairs, and the silence that followed consumed the space around me, as though it wanted to swallow me whole.

I remained sprawled across the table, still trying to catch my breath and make sense of everything that had happened over the last few hours.

My body ached in a dozen different places, my pussy still throbbing, my ass still stinging, and my wrists still burning from the cuffs.

That had been one hell of an adventure.