Her Dirty Pleasures (Erotic Collections)

I Blackmailed My Stepbrother Into F*cking Me (2)

Ava’s pov

He pulls his fingers out and flips me onto my back, and the mattress bounces under me.

He's over me, shirtless, his c**k hard and straining against his boxers, and the look on his face is a man who just had the leash cut.

He grabs the hem of my tank top and yanks it over my head. My t**s are bare, and he cups both of them immediately, squeezing hard, his rough thumbs dragging across my n*****s.

The contact makes my back arch, and a sound comes out of me that I've been holding in for three years.

"These t**s," he says, pinching my n****e hard enough to make me cry out. "I've stared at these through every shirt you own. At dinner. At the pool. Through that wet shower curtain you thought was hiding something."

He pinches the other one and rolls it and my p***y throbs. "Nothing hides from me, Ava."

"You're a pervert," I gasp.

"And you're dripping on the sheets, so what does that make you?"

He tugs both n*****s at the same time and I moan so loud I slap my hand over my own mouth. He pulls my hand away.

"Don't. I want to hear everything. I've been listening to you try to be quiet for three years. Tonight you're going to scream."

He shoves my shorts down my legs and spreads my thighs and drops between them. His tongue drags through p***y, flat and hot, and the contact on my swollen c**t after the fingering and the c**k-tease is so intense my hips buck off the bed.

"f**k," I gasp, grabbing his hair. "Oh f**k, Caleb—"

"That's it," he says against my p***y. "Say my name. I want to hear my stepsister moan my name while I eat her out."

He eats me with the focus of a man who's been rehearsing this in his head for years.

His tongue circles my c**t while his fingers push inside me, two at once, curling into the same spot that made me c*m in my "sleep."

But now I'm awake. I don't have to be silent, and the freedom of that makes everything more intense.

"You taste better than I imagined," he says, pumping his fingers, licking my c**t between words.

"I've been thinking about this p***y since I tasted it on my fingers two minutes ago. Sweet. Tight. Dripping for her stepbrother."

"Don't stop," I moan, grinding against his face. "Please don't stop."

"Please," he repeats against me. "There it is. She's already begging."

"Shut up and eat me."

"Bossy for a girl who was pretending to sleep five minutes ago."

He sucks my c**t hard and curls both fingers, and I c*m on his mouth, screaming into the pillow. My thighs clamp around his head.

My p***y grips his fingers in waves, and he licks me through every contraction.

He stands up, pushes his boxers down, and his c**k is right there. Thick. Hard. Glistening at the tip. The same c**k that was inside me an inch five minutes ago and now I'm looking at the full thing.

My stomach drops because he's big and he's going to wreck me, and I want him to.

"On your knees," he says.

"Make me." I say, trying to be stubborn.

He grabs my hair and pulls me off the bed, and I land on my knees on the carpet, looking up at him. His c**k is level with my face.

He drags the head across my lips, smearing pre-c*m, and the taste is salt and skin and I open my mouth without being told.

"Good girl," he says, and pushes in.

My jaw stretches around him immediately. He's thick enough that my mouth aches, and he's barely halfway. He grips my hair and pushes deeper until the head hits the back of my throat.

I gag around him as spit floods my mouth and pours down my chin.

"Three years I've been thinking about this mouth," he says, pumping into my throat. "Every time you argued with me. Every time you called me an asshole with those pretty lips. I thought about shutting you up exactly like this."

He f***s my throat with deep strokes that make my eyes stream and spit run down my chin onto my bare t**s.

The gagging sounds fill the room, wet and animal, and my p***y is throbbing between my legs because being on my knees, choking on my stepbrother's c**k is rewiring something in my brain.

"Look at you," he says, watching me gag. "The girl who hates me. On her knees. Drooling on my c**k. Your p***y's dripping on the carpet, and you've never looked better."

I moan around him, and the vibration makes his hips stutter.

"You like that?" he says. "Like being told how pretty you look choking on your stepbrother's c**k? Dirty girl. You're going to be so much fun to break."

He pushes so deep my vision grays at the edges. I slap his thigh, and he pulls back enough for me to gasp one breath before pushing in again.

There's a sudden knock on the door.

My mother's voice: "Everything okay in there? I thought I heard something."

His c**k is buried in my throat, my lips are stretched around him, and my mother is six feet away.
He doesn't pull out. His hand tightens in my hair. His hips push forward.

"All good!" he calls, voice perfectly steady. "She's just watching a movie."

"Okay, sweetie! Goodnight, you two!"
Footsteps. Then it fades out.

He pulls out. A rope of spit snaps between us. I collapse forward, coughing, my face a wreck of tears and drool. I'm shaking, my p***y soaked, and my chin dripping.

“That was close,” I gasp.

He gives me three seconds. Then grabs my arm and hauls me to my feet and shoves me face-first onto the bed.

He yanks my hips up. Lines his c**k against my entrance. The thick head nudges my opening.

"That was hot," he says. "Choking on my c**k while Mommy checked in."

He grabs my hair and pulls my head back.

"And we're just getting started, sweetheart. You told me to finish what I started. I'm not stopping until sunrise."

He pushes in.