3. Cade #2
I pull out suddenly and completely, and she whimpers desperately at the loss. "On your hands and knees. Now."
She scrambles to obey immediately, turning over and presenting herself—face down, ass up, completely vulnerable.
I grip her hips with bruising force and line up again, slamming inside even harder from this new angle.
The position lets me go impossibly deeper, fuck her more brutally.
The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, obscenely loud.
Her cries muffle into the pillow she grabs.
"Ahh—ahh—fuck—Cade?—"
I fist one hand in her hair roughly, pulling her head back and arching her spine. "Feel that? Feel how your pussy grips my cock? You were made for this, made to take me, made to be owned by me."
My other hand reaches around to rub her clit roughly, giving her no mercy. She screams into the pillow, completely overstimulated.
"Come on my cock, Chloe," I command. "Show me who owns this pussy."
Her entire body convulses violently, pussy clamping down impossibly hard around my cock. "Cade—fuck—I'm coming—oh god?—"
Her juices gush around my cock, soaking my balls and dripping down both our thighs. She can't hold herself up anymore and collapses forward onto the mattress. I follow her down without hesitation, covering her entire body with mine, continuing to fuck her hard into the mattress.
She's completely limp beneath me, utterly spent, taking everything I give her. I chase my own release now, thrusts becoming erratic and desperate, losing the controlled rhythm.
"Going to fill you—fuck—take my cum, Chloe—take all of it?—"
I bury myself as deep as physically possible. My cock pulses hard, thick ropes of cum flooding her pussy, filling her completely. "Fuck—Chloe—mine—all mine?—"
I grind deep, making sure every drop stays inside, and bite her shoulder hard enough to leave another dark mark. "So much cum, all inside you. Filling my stepsister's pussy, claiming you completely from the inside."
I collapse on top of her, both of us breathing hard and fast, hearts racing.
We stay connected like this, my cock still buried inside her, softening slowly.
After a long moment catching our breath, I carefully roll off her and pull her against my chest. We're both sweaty, satisfied, trembling with aftershocks.
I kiss her forehead tenderly, such a contrast to the roughness before. "You okay? Was I too rough?"
She shakes her head. "No, it was... intense."
"Good intense or bad intense?"
"Good. Really good." She traces my tattoos with her fingertips. "I didn't know it could feel like that."
"Like what?"
"So overwhelming. Like I couldn't control anything."
"That's the point, stepsister. You surrender control to me."
She shivers at my words, arousal stirring again despite exhaustion. "I like it. When you take control."
"Good. Because I plan on doing this every night."
We lie in the dark, the intimacy making us honest. She breaks the silence first.
"What are we doing, Cade?"
"What do you mean?"
"This. Us. We're stepsiblings."
"Stepsiblings," I correct. "Not blood."
"Our parents got married a year ago," she says slowly. "Your dad married my mom, making us family on paper only."
"We're not related by blood, Chloe."
"I know, but still... it's forbidden."
"Does that make you want to stop?"
Long pause. "No."
"Me either."
"So what do we do? Keep sneaking around?"
"Exactly that. This is our secret."
"What if they find out?"
"They won't. Not if we're careful."
"And if they do?"
"Then we deal with it. But I'm not giving you up, Chloe."
The possessive declaration makes her heart race—I can feel it against my chest.
I sit up, pulling her to sitting position. Gray eyes lock onto hers, serious and intense. "If we're doing this, we do it my way. Rules."
She waits, nervous.
"Your door stays unlocked every night. No exceptions."
"What if I forget?"
"You won't. Because you want this as much as I do."
She nods. "Okay. Unlocked."
"When I'm inside you, you stay quiet. No screaming. Our parents could hear."
"I know it's hard, but you have to control yourself."
"What if I can't?"
"Then I'll cover your mouth. Or stuff something in it."
Heat floods her face, arousal pooling in her eyes.
"You don't date, don't flirt, don't even think about other guys. You're mine exclusively."
"I wasn't thinking about anyone else anyway."
"Good. Keep it that way." Possessive jealousy sharpens my tone. "I decide when we fuck. Where, how, how many times. You gave me consent. That means trusting me completely."
"I do trust you."
"Then no complaints when I wake you up with my cock inside you."
"No complaints," she echoes, breathless.
She's quiet for a moment, processing. "Can I ask something?"
"Always."
"Is this just sex to you?"
I cup her face, forcing her to look at me.
"If it was just sex, I'd find someone else.
Someone less complicated. But you're not just anyone, Chloe.
You're my stepsister, which makes this forbidden.
You're fourteen years younger, which makes it taboo.
You were a virgin, which made you mine in every way. This isn't just sex."
Her breath catches at my admission.
"I've wanted you since you moved in here. The past three days have been torture, trying to keep my hands off you. Now that I've had you, I can't stop. Won't stop. You're mine, Chloe. In every possible way."
Tears prick her eyes, overwhelmed by the intensity of my claim.
"I'm only twenty-one. You're thirty-five." Insecurity creeps into her voice.
"I know how old you are, Chloe."
"Doesn't that bother you? That I'm so much younger?"
"Why would it? You're an adult."
"Barely. I'm still in college."
"At prestigious Ashford University. You're smart, capable. Age is just a number, Chloe." I run my thumb across her cheek. "I fucking love that I'm the only man who's touched you. Knowing I'm your first everything. Your first kiss, first cock, first orgasm. No one else will ever have that. Just me."
She blushes. "I like that you're older."
"Yeah?"
"You know what you're doing. You're confident, in control. Boys my age are... boys. You're a man."
I grin. "Damn right I am."
My expression turns serious again. "One more rule. The most important."
She waits, nervous.
"Your safeword is Crimson. You say that word, everything stops immediately. I don't care if I'm seconds from coming, I stop. This only works if you can tell me when something's wrong. Understand?"
"Yes."
"Good girl. I need you to trust that I'll stop if you say it."
"I trust you, Cade."
I kiss her, tender and claiming. "Now, get some sleep. I'll be back tomorrow night."
"Are you leaving?"
"Have to. Can't risk falling asleep here and parents finding us."
Disappointment crosses her face.
"You want me to stay?"
"Yes."
"Not yet. When our parents go on their trip next week, I'll stay. We'll have two whole days alone."
Her eyes light up with anticipation.
I get up and find tissues on her nightstand, cleaning between her legs gently. She winces, oversensitive and sore.
"Sorry, stepsister. But I had to clean my cum out of you. Can't have you waking up with it dripping down your thighs at breakfast."
Mortified, she buries her face in the pillow. I chuckle, affectionate, and toss the tissues in the trash, covering them with other garbage. I find her nightgown and help her put it back on, then kiss her one more time.
"Sleep well, Chloe. Dream of me."
"I always do," she admits.
I dress in my sweatpants and unlock the door silently. Looking back at her one more time—she's already drowsy again, exhausted—I remind her. "Remember: door unlocked, every night."
She nods sleepily.
I slip out, close the door carefully, and return to my own room across the hall. Lying in bed, satisfied and already planning tomorrow night's claiming, I think about my stepsister, my obsession, completely mine.