“Yes, Sir,” I whimpered, already feeling another orgasm building fast under his skilled mouth and fingers.
He worked me relentlessly—tongue flicking my c**t, fingers pumping deep. My hips rocked against his face, chasing the pleasure even as shame burned through me. Being eaten out by my own stepbrother while chained to his bed felt so wrong… and so incredibly good.
“Please… can I c*m, Sir?” I begged when I was right on the edge.
“Not yet,” he murmured, slowing his movements just enough to keep me teetering there.
He edged me like that for what felt like forever—bringing me close, then backing off, over and over—until I was sobbing with need, tears streaming down my cheeks.
“Please, Brother… I can’t take it anymore,” I cried. “Please let your stepsister cum.”
Ethan finally gave in.
