My Stepbrothers’ Plus-Sized Obsession

SCREAM FOR IT

MELANIE

Yeah. If he thinks I’m just going to walk on over to the couch because he said so, he’s got another thing coming for him.

“Make me,” I snap, the words flying out before I can stop them.

I don’t expect Cassian to take my bluff seriously, but the next thing I know, he hauls me over his shoulder like I weigh as little as a bag of chips, one powerful arm locked around my thighs as he carries me to the couch.

He’s really really strong.

He sets me down on all fours on the cushions, and my back arches instinctively, pushing my ass up toward him.

Shit.

It’s almost like my body already knows who it belongs to.

He moans, it’s a low and filthy, so f*****g delicious.

“f**k. All this ass.” His big hands sink deep into my soft, fleshy ass cheeks, squeezing hard.

He spreads me open, and my p***y clenches hard, seeking for something…anything, to take away the hollow ache.

I have a feeling he’s going to punish me for my defiance. The idea pushes me further towards the edge.

This is never happening again. I might as well get the best of it now.

“That moan didn’t mean anything,” I gasp, trying to hold onto some shred of defiance.

“I’m still not yours.”

Cassian chuckles darkly behind me. “That wasn’t the deal, sweetheart.”

I hear the metallic clink of his belt buckle, the rustle of fabric, and then the heavy heat of his massive c**k slaps against my ass.

“It doesn’t matter what’s happening now,” I bite out, even as my cunt drips down my thighs.

“It doesn’t matter what happened six years ago. I still hate you three for wrecking into my life and ruining it, and—”

“Shhhhh,” Cassian hushes me, pressing the thick, scorching head of his c**k right against my slick, needy entrance.

He leans forward, one strong hand wrapping around my throat and pulling me up until my back is flush against his chest.

“You can tell us how much you hate us while I stuff you full,”

With that, he thrusts in. I throw my head backwards, a loud moan ripping through my throat.

White-hot pleasure explodes behind my eyes.

My mouth waters instantly, blinding hunger and raw desire flooding every nerve as his huge c**k stretches my tight walls to their limit.

“f**k yes, fill me!”

I can’t believe I said that, but I can’t stop muttering a thousand incoherencies. Nothing in my head makes sense, nothing I want right now makes any sense.

I want him f*****g my aching cunt. I need all three of them wrecking me, pounding the pain away until I forget everything but your c***s owning every hole.

Cassian’s pace is slow and wicked.

He’s dragging his full, throbbing length out so painfully slow, I can feel every thick vein.

Then, he slides back in deep with the same torturous rhythm.

He’s toying with me. He wants me to break, to beg.

“I f*****g hate you.” I spit out.

“I’m sure you do.”

His left hand snakes around to my breast, pinching my stiff n****e hard, rolling it between his fingers while he grinds deep.

In front of me, Xavier and Val stand stroking their massive, leaking c***s, eyes locked on me.

I deserve this much, just this once.

Just this…

“f**k, baby. Your cunt is so f*****g tight,” Cassian groans, slamming in so deep I scream.

“I’m going to fix that. I’m going to stretch it so good.”

“You three are f*****g crazy!” I scream, throwing my head back as my p***y milks his c**k greedily, fluttering and gushing around his thickness.

Jesus, please go faster. I need it harder. I want them to destroy me.

“I know what you want,” Cassian growls against my ear.

“Scream for it.”

“No,” I bite back, even as my hips push back against him desperately.

“I won’t.”

He chuckles, slowing his strokes to an agonizing, lazy grind.

I’m losing my mind, whimpering and shaking, the empty ache driving me insane.

“No, please…”

Cassian stills almost completely.

“What?”

“Faster,” I sob, shame and need burning through me.

“Harder, please.”

The second the words leave my mouth, he grips my ass with both hands and f***s me like a man possessed—brutal, merciless strokes that slam his huge c**k balls-deep with every thrust.

Wet, filthy slapping sounds fill the room as he rails me, stretching my dripping p***y wide open.

I’m screaming, shouting, begging for more, my juices squirting around his c**k with every punishing drive.

Val steps in front of me, fisting his thick length.

“Open your mouth, baby.” My eyes widen, but I obey.

If Cassian should punish me by slowing down one more time, I might lose my mind.

I part my lips open.

Val pushes inside, filling my mouth with his hot, salty c**k.

My p***y is stuffed full, my throat stretched, and I’m a screaming, wet, sobbing mess around them.

Every muscle in my body is trembling as they use me from both ends.

More.

I need Xavier too. I need them all ruining me, f*****g the hurt away until there’s nothing left but pleasure.

Then a sharp knock echoes through the door.

They all freeze instantly, including me.

“The staff all closed for the night, didn’t they?” Xavier turns to Val, brows furrowed in query.

Something tells me it’s not a worker that’s outside that door. That it’s—

A gentle, feminine little voice calls out from the other side.

“Mummy?”