4. IVAN #2
Yes, she can. I knead both breasts now, working them firmly, coaxing every drop from her body while she writhes beneath me.
Milk runs down my chin, drips onto the sheets, and I don't care.
I just drink and drink and drink until she's sobbing my name, thighs clamping around my leg as she grinds herself closer to the edge.
Her breasts are flushed deep pink now, nipples swollen and glistening from my mouth. I switch between them—sucking one while massaging the other, then reversing—until she's a trembling mess of gasps and moans and broken pleas.
"Please—Ivan—I need?—"
I know what she needs.
I release her nipple with a final lick, press a kiss to the swell of her breast, then lift my head to look at her.
She's wrecked—hair wild, skin flushed, eyes glassy with need.
Milk still beads at her nipples in tiny pearls, and I lean down to lap them up slowly, deliberately, holding her gaze while I do.
She whimpers.
"You taste perfect." I run my tongue over my bottom lip, catching the last traces of her. "Could drink from you all fucking night."
"Ivan..." It's barely a whisper, threaded with desperation.
I shift lower, pressing kisses down her stomach, and her whole body tenses when she realizes where I'm headed.
"Wait—"
I stop. Freeze with my mouth hovering just above the soft curve of her stomach, and drag my gaze up to meet hers.
"Are you sure you really want me to stop?"
She stares down at me, lips parted, chest heaving. Those amber eyes are glazed and conflicted—caught somewhere between terror and raw, desperate need. Her mouth opens. Closes. No sound comes out.
I watch the war play out across her face. The way her fingers twist in the sheets.
"I just want to taste you." I brush my lips over her hip bone, feel her shudder. "Down here."
Her whole face flushes scarlet. She swallows hard, throat working.
"I bet this is the first time you'll experience this." I hold her gaze, thumb stroking slow circles on her inner thigh. "Isn't it?"
She doesn't answer. Just stares at me with those huge, terrified eyes while her chest rises and falls too fast.
Good enough.
I settle between her legs, hook my hands under her thighs, and spread her wide.
She gasps—tries to close them on instinct—but I keep her pinned open, exposed completely under my gaze. Her pussy is perfect. Bare and smooth and already glistening wet from everything I've done to her. Pink folds swollen with arousal, clit peeking out at the top, begging for attention.
"Fuck, Iris."
I lower my head and drag my tongue through her slit in one long, slow lick.
She jerks like I've electrocuted her, hands flying to my hair. "Oh god?—"
The taste of her explodes across my tongue—sweet and musky and purely her. I groan against her flesh, grip her thighs tighter, and lick again. Deeper this time. Parting her folds with my tongue and lapping up the wetness pooling at her entrance.
"Ivan—fuck—I can't?—"
Her hips buck up involuntarily, grinding her pussy against my mouth, and I fucking love it. Love how she's fighting herself, torn between pushing me away and riding my face until she comes apart.
I circle her clit with the tip of my tongue—light, teasing—and her whole body goes taut. She whimpers, fingers tightening in my hair, and I do it again. And again. Building a rhythm that has her gasping and squirming beneath me.
"Oh fuck—oh god?—"
I seal my lips around her clit and suck.
She screams.
Her back arches clean off the bed, thighs clamping around my head, and I have to pin her hips down with both hands to keep her still while I work her over. I alternate between sucking and licking, flicking my tongue over that sensitive bundle of nerves while she writhes and sobs above me.
"Please—Ivan—I can't—too much?—"
I slide one hand from her hip, press two fingers against her entrance, and feel her clench immediately. So fucking tight. I push just the tips inside—barely an inch—and she keens, hips rolling desperately.
"Please—"
I pull back just enough to look at her—flushed, trembling, completely wrecked beneath me.
"Are you ready to take your stepbrother's dick now?"
Her eyes snap open, wide and shocked. "You—you know I'm a virgin, right?"
"Yeah." I brush my thumb over her clit, watch her shudder. "And I want to be your first. If you want me to be."
She stares up at me, lips parted, chest heaving. "Do you want me to be your first?"
Silence stretches between us, thick and heavy.
"You're my stepbrother."
"True." I press my hips forward, let her feel exactly how hard I am against her thigh. "But we're not related."
"I'm fertile. You can get me pregnant." The words tumble out desperate, like she's throwing up one last wall.
Fuck, that only makes me want her more. The thought of filling her up, watching her belly swell with my kid?—
"Any other excuses?" I catch her jaw, force her to meet my eyes. "Because we can stop this right now if you tell me to stop."
Her mouth opens. Closes. Nothing comes out.
That's what I thought.
"I'm gonna take you now." I position myself at her entrance, feel her clench around nothing. "Finish what we started."
I grip my cock, line it up, and push inside.
She's so fucking tight I have to grit my teeth to keep from coming right then. Her eyes go huge, mouth falling open on a sharp gasp, and I feel her body tense beneath me—every muscle locking up as I stretch her open.
"Breathe." I hold still, giving her a second, then push deeper. Inch by agonizing inch until I feel the resistance of her virginity.
She whimpers, fingers digging into my shoulders.
I capture her mouth in a brutal kiss—swallowing her cry when I thrust through that barrier and bury myself to the hilt. She's so tight it borders on painful, her pussy clamping down on me like a vice, and I have to stay perfectly still or I'll lose it.
"Fuck—Iris?—"
She's trembling beneath me, face scrunched up in pain, and I kiss her harder—deeper—trying to pull her focus away from the sting. I lick into her mouth, taste her gasps, and slowly feel her start to relax.
"You okay?"
She nods against my lips, eyes squeezed shut.
I pull back just slightly, then push in again. Slow. Controlled. Letting her adjust to the invasion. Her expression shifts—pain bleeding into something else, something needier—and I know she's ready.
I start to move.
Long, deep strokes that make her gasp and arch beneath me.
I grip her hip with one hand, brace myself above her with the other, and watch her face as I fuck her properly.
Her mouth falls open, eyes rolling back, and those perfect breasts bounce with every thrust—milk beading at the nipples before spilling down her chest in white rivulets.
"Look at you." I thrust harder, watch more milk leak from her tits. "Fucking perfect. Taking your stepbrother's cock while you leak everywhere."
She moans—high and desperate—and her pussy clenches around me.
"You like that?" I lean down, lick a trail of milk from her breast. "Like knowing it's me inside you? Your stepbrother stretching this virgin cunt?"
"Ivan—fuck—yes?—"
I angle my hips, hit that spot deep inside that makes her scream, and her whole body goes taut. I do it again. And again. Pounding into her while she writhes and sobs beneath me, milk flowing freely from her tits with every impact.
"Gonna fill you up." I grip her jaw, force her to look at me. "Gonna pump you full of my cum and let it take root. You want that? Want me to knock you up?"
"Oh god—Ivan?—"
Her pussy spasms around me, and I know she's close. I slide one hand between us, find her clit, and rub hard circles while I fuck her deeper.
"Come for me. Let me feel this tight cunt squeeze my dick."
She shatters.