6. IRIS #3
"That's my girl," he growls, thrusting harder now, wringing every last tremor from my climax. "Come for me. Give me everything."
I can't breathe. Can't think. Can only feel as my body convulses beneath him, milk streaming from my breasts in helpless response, my core clenching and releasing around his pumping fingers until I'm boneless and spent.
Ivan finally slows, easing me down gently, and when he withdraws his fingers I whimper at the loss. He brings them to his mouth, holding my gaze as he licks them clean, and the heat in his dark hazel eyes promises this is far from over.
"You taste so fucking sweet everywhere," he says, voice rough with barely restrained hunger. "And I'm not done with you yet."
Ivan's voice cuts through the haze of pleasure, rough and certain. "You're ready for me now."
My pulse stutters. I watch, breathless, as he positions himself between my thighs, one hand braced beside my head while the other guides himself to my entrance.
The blunt pressure makes my breath catch, and then he's pushing inside—slow, so achingly slow—and the stretch steals every coherent thought from my brain.
"Oh God—" My fingers claw at his shoulders, nails digging crescents into his bronzed skin.
"Relax, baby." His jaw clenches, tendons standing out in his neck as he fights for control. "Let me in."
He sinks deeper, inch by devastating inch, and my body struggles to accommodate him.
He already took my virginity last night but the burn still intensifies, toeing the line between pain and pleasure, and I squeeze my eyes shut because it's too much—he's too much—filling me so completely I can barely breathe.
"Look at me," Ivan commands, his free hand cupping my jaw. "I want to see those pretty amber eyes when I'm buried inside you."
I force my eyes open. Meet his dark hazel gaze. See the raw hunger there, the possessive heat, and something deeper that makes my chest ache.
Then he bottoms out, and we both groan.
"Fuck—" His forehead drops to mine, breath hot against my lips. "You feel incredible. So tight around my cock."
My core clenches involuntarily at his words, and his hips jerk forward in response. A strangled moan tears from my throat.
"That's it." He pulls back slowly, almost all the way out, and I whimper at the loss. "Feel me."
Then he thrusts.
The pleasure is immediate and overwhelming.
White-hot sensation floods my nerve endings as he sets a devastating rhythm—long, deep strokes that hit something inside me I didn't even know existed.
My breasts bounce with each thrust, milk streaming from my nipples in helpless rivulets that run down my ribs and soak the sheets beneath us.
"Look at you." Ivan's gaze drops to my chest, pupils blown wide. "Fuck, look at your tits overflowing for your stepbrother. You're so perfect, Iris. So fucking perfect leaking milk while I fuck you."
"Ivan—" His name breaks on a sob.
"That's right. Say my name." He drives deeper, harder, his pelvis grinding against my clit with each thrust. "Tell me who you belong to."
"You—I'm yours?—"
"Damn right you are." His hand slides between us, thumb finding my clit, and the dual sensation makes my vision blur. "My stepsister. My girl. Mine to fuck, mine to fill."
The obscenity of his words combined with the relentless pressure on my clit sends me spiraling. My pussy clenches around his cock, trying to pull him deeper, and Ivan groans—a deep, guttural sound that rumbles through his chest.
"Close already?" His thumb circles faster. "I can feel you squeezing me. Come on my cock, baby. Show me how good I make you feel."
I shatter.
Pleasure detonates through me, so intense it borders on pain.
My back arches off the mattress, breasts jutting up as more milk streams free, and I feel my core convulsing around Ivan's length in rhythmic pulses.
He doesn't slow down—if anything, he fucks me harder through my orgasm, wringing every last tremor from my body until I'm sobbing his name.
"Fuck—Iris—" His rhythm falters, thrusts growing erratic. "Gonna fill you up. Gonna pump you so full?—"
He slams deep one final time and stills, jaw clenched, and I feel him pulsing inside me. Hot spurts of cum flood my core, marking me from the inside out, and the sensation triggers another small aftershock that makes my toes curl.
Ivan collapses forward, catching his weight on his forearms so he doesn't crush me. His chest heaves against mine, both of us slick with sweat and milk, and for a long moment we just breathe together.
Then he eases out slowly, and I whimper at the emptiness. His dark gaze drops between my legs, watching as his cum starts to leak out, and something primal flashes across his features.
"Can't have that," he murmurs.
His fingers catch the leaking stream, scooping it back inside, and I gasp at the intrusion. He pushes deep, coating my walls with his release, making sure every drop stays exactly where he wants it.
"There," he says, satisfaction thick in his voice. "Now you're really mine."