9. Cade #2
"Yes—breed me—make me yours forever—" She's completely surrendered, giving me everything, her pussy clenching around my cock. "Want everyone to know I belong to you—your stepsister, your possession, yours?—"
The dirty talk pushes both of us over the edge fast. "Fuck—Chloe—coming?—"
I slam deep one final time and fill her again, pumping her full of cum. She comes with me, screaming loud enough the neighbors three floors down probably hear through the expensive soundproofing.
Don't care. Let them all know.
We collapse together on the sofa, wrecked and trembling and sticky with sweat.
"That was intense," she breathes after a long moment, still catching her breath.
"You bring out the animal in me." I kiss her forehead, then her lips. "The possessive, territorial bastard who wants to lock you in this apartment and never let anyone else look at you."
"Good. I like you primal." She grins up at me, flushed and satisfied. "I like you out of control."
"Then you'll love what I have planned for tonight."
Her eyes widen with interest. "What exactly do you have planned?"
"You'll see." I pull out slowly and watch my cum drip out of her. The sight satisfies something primitive in me. "But first, we need to deal with practical matters."
Late afternoon, we realize Chloe needs more clothes and belongings. Everything she owns is still at the house—our parents' house—and she can't exactly live in yesterday's outfit indefinitely.
"We should get your stuff from the house," I suggest.
"I don't think they'll let us in."
"Then we'll buy new everything."
"Cade, that's expensive?—"
"I don't care. You need clothes, toiletries, everything. Let me take care of you."
Take the Range Rover downtown to the high-end shopping district. Multiple stores, trying on outfits. I watch her model clothes with possessive pride—she's mine to dress, to spoil.
Buy her everything she likes. Don't even look at price tags.
"Get used to being spoiled, baby," I tell her when she protests.
In a boutique dressing room, I follow her inside and lock the door.
"You can't be in here!" she hisses.
"Watch me." Back her against the mirror and kiss her deeply. "Look how beautiful you are."
She's wearing lingerie, checking the fit. Black lace against pale skin.
"These too. Want to take them off you later."
"You're terrible."
"And you love it."
Keep my hands mostly respectful, but the promise of tonight is clear between us.
"Tonight, I'm going to fuck you in every room," I murmur against her ear. "All night long, until you can't walk."
"Is that a promise or a threat?"
"Both."
Back to the penthouse by six, arms full of shopping bags. Unpack clothes into my closet, making space for her belongings.
"This is really happening," she marvels. "We're living together."
"Yes, we are. How does it feel?"
"Scary. Exciting. Right."
"That's exactly how it should feel."
Order Thai food delivery, eat on the sofa while watching a movie. Her head on my shoulder, completely comfortable. Simple evening, but perfect.
Movie ends around nine. I stand and extend my hand.
"Bedtime, stepsister."
"Already?"
"I made a promise earlier. Plan to keep it."
Strip her slowly in our bedroom, savoring every inch of revealed skin. Lay her on our bed—not my bed anymore, ours.
"This is our bed now," I tell her. "Our room, our home, our life. I want you to feel safe here."
"I do. With you, I always do."
Make love to her slowly, different from the afternoon's primal intensity. Tender, worshipful, affirming.
Start in missionary, watching her face as I fill her pussy with deep, measured strokes. Flip her onto her hands and knees, gripping her hips as I take her from behind. Pull her up against my chest, one arm around her waist, the other hand finding her clit.
"Cade—" She's breathless, exhausted from shopping and multiple rounds of sex today. "I'm so tired, but I don't want you to stop."
"Want me to let you sleep, baby?"
"Yes—but—" She looks back at me, eyes half-lidded. "Don't stop fucking me. Even if I fall asleep. Please."
My cock throbs inside her at the request. "You sure?"
"Yes. Want to feel you using me while I sleep. Like before, but better, because we're home now."
Flip her back to missionary, settling between her thighs. "Then sleep, Chloe. I'll take care of everything."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
She smiles, eyes already drooping. I stay buried inside her, not moving yet. Just holding still, letting her relax.
Takes maybe five minutes. Her breathing evens out, body going limp beneath me. Still impaled on my cock, but asleep now.
Fucking perfect.
Start moving slowly, careful not to wake her. Pull out almost completely, then push back in with measured control. Her pussy grips my shaft, wet and welcoming even in sleep.
This is different from before, when we were hiding. No fear of discovery, no need to be silent. Can take my time, savor her, watch her sleeping face as I fuck her.
She makes small sounds—soft sighs, quiet moans—but doesn't wake. Body responding on instinct, hips shifting slightly to take me deeper.
"So beautiful like this," I murmur, knowing she can't hear. "Trusting me completely. Letting me use your sleeping body."
Increase the pace slightly, testing how much movement she can handle before waking. Her head turns to the side, lips parted. Still deeply asleep.
Lean down and kiss her neck, sucking gently. Leave a mark—no reason not to. She's mine, and everyone should know it.
Her pussy clenches around my cock, arousal building even unconsciously.
"That's it, baby. Your body knows who it belongs to."
Grip her thighs, spreading them wider. Angle changes, letting me sink deeper. Hit that spot that makes her crazy when she's awake, wonder if she feels it in her sleep.
"Mmm..." A sleepy moan escapes her.
Freeze, thinking she's waking. But her eyes stay closed, breathing still even. Just her body responding.
Keep fucking her slowly, watching her face for any sign of consciousness. Nothing—she's completely gone, exhausted from everything.
My perfect little stepsister, letting me use her however I want.
Thrust deeper, harder. She can take it. Her back arches slightly, but still asleep. Pussy getting wetter, body preparing for orgasm without her conscious mind involved.
"Going to make you come in your sleep," I tell her. "Fill you up while you dream."
Reach between us and find her clit, circling it with my thumb. Her breathing hitches, small whimper escaping.
Still asleep.
Work her clit while maintaining steady rhythm. In and out, deep strokes, feeling her pussy pulse around my shaft.
She's close. Can tell from how her body tenses, thighs trembling.
"Come for me, Chloe. Show me how much your body wants this."
Her pussy clamps down, inner walls spasming around my cock. Soft cry escapes her lips—"Ahh..."—but eyes stay closed.
Coming in her sleep, just like she wanted.
Fuck, that's hot.
Increase pace, chasing my own orgasm. No need to hold back, no need to be gentle. She asked for this, wants me to use her.
Pound into her harder, bed creaking beneath us. Her head turns again, small frown like she might wake.
Slow down slightly, let her settle. Still buried deep, grinding against her.
Takes a minute, but she relaxes again. Breathing evens out.
Resume fucking her, building toward climax. Won't last much longer—watching her come while asleep, feeling her pussy milk my cock, it's too much.
"Going to fill you up, Chloe. Breed your sleeping pussy."
Slam deep and explode, cum flooding her in hot pulses. Grind against her, making sure every drop goes deep.
She shifts slightly, making another soft sound. Eyes flutter but don't open.
Stay buried inside, both of us breathing hard. Me from exertion, her from whatever dream she's having.
Eventually pull out carefully, watching my cum leak from her used pussy. Mark of ownership, proof she's mine.
Clean her gently with a warm cloth, then pull her against my chest. She curls into me instinctively, still sleeping.
"Love you, Chloe," I murmur against her hair. "My stepsister, my woman, mine forever."
She sighs contentedly, burrowing closer.
We're going to be okay. Lost our families, burned those bridges completely. But we have each other.
And somehow, that's enough.
More than enough.
It's everything.