7. Matt #2
I work her through it, fingers gentling but not stopping. Every aftershock makes her twitch and whimper, overstimulated but still chasing more. Her face is gorgeous like this—flushed deep red, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes, mouth open and gasping.
When she finally goes limp, I ease my fingers out. They're coated in her come, glistening in the lamplight. I bring them to my mouth, sucking them clean while she watches through heavy-lidded eyes.
"Taste so good everywhere," I murmur. "Every fucking part of you."
She lets out a shaky breath, chest still heaving. Her hand comes up, trembling fingers tracing the line of my jaw. The look in her eyes is soft, open—completely wrecked and satisfied.
"I need you inside me," she whispers. "Please, Matt. Need to feel you."
My cock throbs in response, aching and ready. I settle my hips between her thighs, lining myself up.
I drag the head of my cock through her folds, coating myself in her slick heat. She gasps, hips bucking up to meet me. I pull back just enough to keep her from getting what she wants.
"Matt—" Her voice breaks. "Don't?—"
"Shh." I grip her hip with one hand, holding her still while I slide my length along her pussy again. So wet. So fucking perfect. "I'm not done with you yet."
I rock forward, letting my cock glide between her folds but never pushing inside.
The friction is incredible—hot and slick and maddening.
Her arousal mixes with mine, making everything slippery and obscene.
Every stroke drags the underside of my cock directly over her swollen clit and she sobs, thighs shaking.
"Please." Her nails dig into my shoulders. "Please, I need?—"
"I know what you need." I lean down, teeth grazing her jaw. "But you're gonna wait until I say."
She whimpers, hips trying to angle up despite my grip. I press her down harder into the mattress, grinding against her without giving an inch. My cock throbs, so hard it's almost painful. Pre-come leaks steadily from the tip, mixing with her wetness until I can't tell where I end and she begins.
The wet sounds fill the room—slick skin on skin, her desperate little gasps, my own ragged breathing. I slide up and down, teasing us both. The head of my cock catches on her entrance with every pass and she cries out, body tensing like she's about to come just from this.
"Feel that?" I growl against her throat. "Feel how hard you make me?"
"Yes." She's trembling, fingers clutching at my back. "Matt, please, I can't?—"
I thrust forward again, dragging my full length through her folds. Her clit pulses against me, swollen and sensitive. She's so close. I can feel it in the way her pussy clenches around nothing, trying to pull me in.
"You're gonna come like this." I bite down on her shoulder, not hard enough to break skin but enough to make her gasp. "Just from my cock rubbing on you."
"No, I need—" Her words dissolve into a moan when I grind harder, pressing my hips flush against hers. "Oh god, oh god?—"
I'm right on the edge myself. Every slide makes my balls tighten, pleasure coiling at the base of my spine. She's so wet, so hot, her pussy lips spread around my shaft as I rock against her. The sight alone nearly sends me over.
"Touch your tits." The command comes out rough. "Show me."
Her hands fly to her breasts, squeezing. Milk spurts from both nipples, dripping down her ribs in white streams. The image—her flushed and desperate, marking herself while I grind on her pussy—makes my vision blur.
"Fuck." I can barely get the word out. My hips move faster, chasing friction. "You're so fucking perfect."
She's babbling now, broken words and pleas that don't make sense. Her thighs clamp around my hips, trying to hold me in place. I let her, because I'm too far gone to tease anymore.
My cock slides through her folds one more time and she screams, whole body going rigid. Her pussy spasms, soaking me with fresh wetness as she comes. The feeling of her pulsing against my length nearly makes me lose it.
I grit my teeth, grinding hard against her clit to drag out her orgasm. She's shaking, sobbing, completely wrecked beneath me.
I can't hold back anymore. I line myself up and push inside in one brutal thrust.
"Fuck!" The word tears out of me as her tight heat swallows my cock whole. She's so wet I slide in to the hilt, no resistance, just pure slick perfection wrapping around every inch.
Mira's scream cuts through the room, high and sharp. Her back arches completely off the bed, tits bouncing as I bottom out. Her pussy clamps down on me like a fist, pulsing and fluttering.
"Yes!" She sobs it, nails raking down my back. "Oh god, yes, Matt?—"
I pull out almost completely before slamming back in. Her whole body jolts, curls wild around her flushed face. Those big brown eyes are glossy, unfocused, completely gone. Her mouth hangs open, gasping for air between broken moans.
"Look at you." I grip her hips hard enough to bruise, holding her in place while I thrust deep. "Taking your stepbrother's cock so well."
She whimpers, pussy clenching tight around me. I can feel every flutter, every spasm as her body adjusts to my size. She's stretched so full, inner walls gripping me like she never wants to let go.
"That's what you wanted, isn't it?" I lean down, teeth grazing her jaw. "Wanted your stepbrother to fuck you like this. Use you. Fill you."
"Yes." Her voice breaks. "Yes, please, Matt?—"
I set a brutal pace, pounding into her. The bed frame slams against the wall with every thrust, the sound mixing with her desperate cries. Her tits bounce with the force, milk spurting from her nipples in white streams that drip down her sides.
"Fuck, you're perfect." I watch her face, the way her features twist with pleasure. "So wet for me. Dripping all over my cock."
She's babbling now, words I can barely make out between moans. Her thighs shake on either side of my hips, muscles tensing. She's close again—I can feel it in the way her pussy tightens, pulling me deeper.
"You know what I'm gonna do?" I growl against her throat. "Gonna put a baby in you. Right now. Tonight."
Her whole body jerks, a sharp gasp punching out of her.
"You're fertile." I thrust harder, balls slapping against her ass. "Perfect time to breed you. Make you mine for real."
"Oh god—" She's trembling, eyes rolling back. "Matt, I'm?—"
"Gonna pump you full." I can barely get the words out, pleasure coiling tight at the base of my spine. "Watch you swell with my kid. Keep you pregnant and leaking."
That does it. She breaks with a scream, cunt clamping down on my cock so hard I see stars. Her whole body seizes, back bowing, mouth open on a silent cry. Fresh wetness gushes around my length, soaking us both.
The feeling rips my own orgasm out of me. I bury myself to the hilt and come hard, spurting deep inside her. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me, my cock pulsing as I empty everything I have into her fertile pussy.
"Fuck, Mira—" Her name comes out broken, raw. I grind against her, making sure every drop stays deep. "Take it all."
She's shaking beneath me, aftershocks making her twitch and gasp. Tears leak from the corners of her eyes, face flushed deep red. Her pussy milks me through it, fluttering around my cock like she's trying to pull even more out.
When I finally stop coming, we're both wrecked—sweat-soaked and panting, tangled together in sheets damp with milk and come.
I pull out slow, both of us hissing at the loss. My come drips out of her, sliding down her thighs in thick streams. The sight makes something primal and satisfied settle deep in my chest.
I collapse beside her, arm wrapping around her waist to drag her back against my chest. She melts into me, boneless and spent. Her curls tickle my jaw as I press my face into her neck, breathing her in.
"What are we gonna do?" Her voice is small, tired. "About them. Our parents."
My arm tightens around her middle, palm splaying across her soft belly.
"Don't care."
She shifts, trying to look at me over her shoulder. "Matt?—"
"I said I don't care." I cut her off, keeping my tone firm but gentle. "You're mine now. That's all that matters."
"But they'll?—"
"Let them." I kiss the spot behind her ear, feeling her shiver. "We'll figure it out. I already told you before, it's good they know."
Her hand covers mine, fingers lacing through. "You mean that?"
"Every word."
She sighs, body relaxing fully into mine. "Okay."
I hold her tighter, already planning.