3. Millie #2
He laps at my pussy like a man starving. His tongue alternates between my clit and my entrance, never settling into a rhythm I can anticipate. He pushes inside me—the penetration is shallow but intense.
"Max—please?—"
His lips close around my clit. He sucks gently and tension coils tight in my belly.
"Oh god—yes—yes?—"
My stepbrother's mouth is on my pussy. He's the first to ever taste me, to lick me, to make me feel this insane pleasure. And I never want him to stop.
He adds two fingers, pushes them inside my pussy while his mouth works my clit. The dual stimulation is too much. Pleasure builds impossibly high, spiraling out of my control.
"I'm—I'm going to?—"
Maxwell increases pressure. His fingers pump faster, tongue flicking rapidly over my clit in a rhythm that destroys me.
My orgasm crashes over me. My pussy clenches around his fingers, body arching off the bed as waves of pleasure roll through me.
"Oh fuck—Maxwell—ahh—ahh—ahh?—!"
He works me through it, lapping up my juices, fingers gentling but not stopping. When the aftershocks finally fade, he kisses up my body. I taste myself on his lips—tangy, unfamiliar, shocking.
Maxwell stands. He pushes his pajama pants down and his cock springs free.
My pussy clenches at the sight. I'm still sensitive from my orgasm, but I want him inside me. Need it.
He strokes his cock slowly, hand moving up and down his thick shaft. "Watch me, Millie. Watch your stepbrother stroke his cock while looking at your pussy."
I can't look away. His hand, his cock, his gray eyes dark with lust fixed on my spread legs.
"Tell me you want this." His voice is pure command. "Tell me you want your stepbrother's cock inside you."
My face flames with embarrassment, but arousal pulses through me. "I... I want you inside me."
"More specific."
I swallow hard. "I want... I want your cock inside me."
He climbs onto the bed, positions himself between my spread thighs. "Inside where?"
"My pussy." The word comes out barely audible. "I want your cock inside my pussy."
His eyes flash with satisfaction. "Good girl."
Maxwell grips his cock, slides the head through my wet pussy lips. I'm soaked from my orgasm, but I'm still tight. He pushes inside slowly. The stretch is easier than the first time at the hotel, but still intense.
"Mmm—" I moan as he fills me inch by inch.
"Your pussy remembers my cock." His voice is strained with control. "Feel how it's gripping me? Your body knows it belongs to me."
He bottoms out. Balls-deep inside me.
"Fuck, you're tight." He groans, holding still. "Even after I fucked you at the hotel, you're still so tight."
He withdraws slowly, then thrusts back in. The rhythm he establishes is steady, controlled, designed to drive me insane.
"Yes—yes—" I wrap my legs around his waist.
The angle changes. He goes deeper, hitting spots inside me that make me see stars. Maxwell's hands grip my hips, holding me in place as he pounds into my pussy.
The sounds are obscene. Wet slapping of skin. His cock driving into my soaked pussy. Our combined moans filling his bedroom.
"Touch yourself." The command cuts through my haze. "Rub your clit while I fuck you."
I hesitate. I've never touched myself during sex—never touched myself much at all before Maxwell.
"Do it. I want to feel your pussy come on my cock."
Trembling, I slide my hand between our bodies. I find my clit, still sensitive from his mouth.
The added stimulation makes me gasp. "Oh—oh god?—"
Maxwell's thrusts become harder, faster. The bed rocks with the force of his movements. "That's it. Feel how deep my cock goes? How it stretches your pussy?"
"Yes—so deep—you're so deep—" My fingers work my clit in clumsy circles.
He's pounding into me, using my body, and I love it. I love how dominant he is, how he takes what he wants, how my pussy clenches around his cock like it was made for him.
Tension builds again. Impossibly fast after my first orgasm.
"I'm close—I'm close?—"
"Come on my cock, stepsister." His voice is a growl. "Let me feel this forbidden pussy squeeze me."
His crude words push me over the edge. The reminder of our taboo relationship, the wrongness of it, somehow makes it better.
"Maxwell—fuck—I'm coming?—!"
My pussy spasms around his shaft. The contractions are intense, milking his cock with each wave of pleasure.
"Fuck yes—milk my cock—" Maxwell groans, thrusts becoming erratic.
He drives into me twice more, then stills. I feel his cock pulse inside me as he comes, filling me with his cum.
"Ahh—fuck—Millie?—"
He collapses partially, catching his weight on his forearms. We lie tangled together, breathing hard, sweat cooling on our skin.
His cock is still inside me, softening gradually.
He kisses me. Slow, deep, thorough. A kiss that says everything his earlier dominance didn't.
"You're mine," he murmurs against my lips. "Say it."
"I'm yours."
"My stepsister. My perfect, tight, innocent stepsister who lets me fuck her whenever I want."
I should protest the possessive words. Should tell him he doesn't own me, that I'm not his to command.
But heat floods through me instead.
He withdraws from my body. I wince at the sensitivity. His cum leaks out of my pussy, evidence of our forbidden relationship pooling on his expensive sheets.
Maxwell rolls to his side, pulls me against him possessively. His arm bands around my waist, holding me tight.
"Stay," he commands.
"I have class tomorrow morning."
"I'll have my driver take you. Stay."
I should refuse. Should maintain some boundaries, keep some part of my life separate from this insanity.
But his arms are strong around me. Despite everything—the wrongness, the taboo, the impossible situation we're creating—I feel safe.
"Okay." The word is barely audible. "I'll stay."
Maxwell's arms tighten. "Good. Because I'm not done with you yet."