He worked and kissed me like that for half a minute and then pushed me back forward. I felt light and free, but also overwhelmed with pleasure and desire. My heart was hammering in my chest, and the clean rush of deep animal desire filled my body. My pussy was dripping wet for him, and I needed him to push himself deep inside me.
“Hold on tight,” he whispered. “I’m going to fuck you rough. I’m not going to be nice.”
“Have you ever been nice?”
“I was gentle with you last time, babe, but you’re not a virgin anymore.”
I felt the tip of his cock press against my moist pussy. I gripped onto the sheets, needing it, wanting it so badly. I wanted him to show me how a real man fucked.
“Be a good girl and take my cock,” he whispered in my ear.
“Yes, Nate.” I moved my hips back and he guided his dick slowly inside me.
The biting pain was there again, but softer, duller than the last time. It was overwhelmed by the intense pleasure that flooded through me as he began to rock his hips in and out, our bodies working together.
His cock pumped into me like a piston, working my core, and his hands reached around my hips to find my clit. I gripped the sheets again as he fucked me, rocking deep and deeper. I loved the slap of his body against my ass as he began to fuck me harder, his strong hands gripping my hips, pulling me back against him.
I could feel his sweat and my own as we worked into a rhythm, our bodies moving together, his strong hands working my hips, slamming me back against his cock, taking the lead. I could only follow him, twist and work my ass as his dick thrust deep into me. Pleasure wracked my core, rolling ecstasy up my spine and into my skull. My mouth hung open as I moaned, unable to control anything I did.
His hands grabbed my breasts and then took my hair and pulled it back. I gasped and moaned louder, my voice filling the room.
“Is this what you’ve wanted?” he whispered into my ear. “To take it like this? Your stepbrother’s cock?”
“Yes, oh shit yes. It’s what I want.”
“Your tight pussy is driving me insane, you know that? Your hot-as-fuck ass working your cunt along my big dick makes me want to come deep inside you.”
“Fuck. Fill me up. Do what you want.”
I could practically hear him grin. “Do what I want?”
“I’m yours. My body is yours.”
“I want to slam this pussy deep until the only thing you can think about is my cock. I want you to come for me like the dirty girl you are.”
He began to fuck me deeper and harder again, holding onto my hair. I took him, rolling my hips, feeling the immense pleasure of his thickness filling my every inch.
“You dirty girl,” he grunted, “wanting to let your stepbrother fuck you like this.”
Then he pulled out and grabbed me, yanking me over and on top of him. He practically lifted me into the air and then slowly slid me down onto him. I put my hands on his muscular chest, covering his tattoos, as he pushed his hips up and slipped himself deep into me.
“Now I want you to ride your big brother,” he whispered, “and come nice and hard.”
I couldn’t respond, because he was too busy yanking my hips back and forth, working my tight pussy with his cock. He thrust deep into me and I lost my mind. I began to work my hips, riding him up and down and in sweet, incredible circles. I pretended like we were dancing again and worked my hips like that, rolling and bucking, taking his thick cock deep inside me.
All the while his delicious lips looked up at me, kissing my neck, biting my nipples, his hands grabbing my ass and slapping it. The pleasure was too much, all mixing in incredible waves. I worked and worked, riding and moving, my hips a swirling mass of pleasure and more pleasure. Each new dip was a new sensation, one I’d never dreamed of before.
“That’s it. Take my cock,” he whispered. “Come on my fat dick. Be the dirty girl you know you are.”
I could feel it building. I could feel it deep inside my core.
“Use that tight little pussy. Work my dick, girl,” he grunted.
I kept moving, my hips finding the right pace and the right spot. My mouth hung open, and he must have known I was getting there.
“That’s it, girl,” he grunted. “Work those hips. Take that big dick like the hungry, bad girl you are. You’re starving to come on this cock.”
As he talked dirty and I moved my hips, riding his thick cock, I felt it crest. The orgasm washed over me in sweet waves of blinding, buzzing pleasure. I felt like I was going to pass out as I kept working, my whole body shaking, the muscles in my back completely taut.
Finally I began to come back down. I collapsed into him, and he wrapped his strong arms around my sweat-soaked body.