I Blackmailed My Stepbrother Into F*cking Me(4)

Ava’s pov He pushes in slowly. Inch by inch. Eyes locked on mine. The same stretch, the same fullness, but the pace changes everything. I feel every ridge. Every vein. The thick drag of him against walls that are raw and swollen and still trembling. My legs wrap around his waist without permission. Then he moves. Fast. Deep. The tenderness was a lie. He f***s me with a force that drives my body into the mattress. The headboard taps the wall. I don't care anymore because it's two in the morning and my parents are asleep and my stepbrother is buried inside me and I'm done being quiet. "Louder," he says, slamming into me. "I've been listening to you try to be quiet all night. Let me hear what you actually sound like when you stop pretending." "The walls are thin," I gasp. "I don't give a f**k about the walls." He thrusts so deep my eyes roll. "Scream for me, Ava. I've earned it." I moan and it comes out loud and raw and shameless, and he grins above me like he just won something he's been fighting for. "There she is. Three years of holding that sound in." He pounds harder. The bed slams the wall. "Every time you slammed your door and I heard you through the wall, those little gasps you thought I couldn't hear." He drives in so deep I feel it in my spine. "I heard every single one, Ava. And I jerked off to them. Every. Single. Night." "You're disgusting," I moan, and my p***y clenches around him so hard he groans. "And you're cumming on my c**k while I tell you about it. So we're both disgusting." He leans down, his face close to mine, still pounding into me. "You want to know what I thought about? Your mouth. Your t**s through that thin shirt you sleep in. The sound you make when you c*m. I replayed that sound every night with my c**k in my hand." "Caleb—" "Say you thought about me too. Say it while I'm inside you." "I thought about you," I gasp. "Every night. Your hands. Your c**k. I came thinking about you and hated myself for it." "And now?" He slams in. "Now you're getting the real thing. Is it better?" "It's so much better," I moan, and I mean it with everything I have. His hand wraps around my throat. Fingers pressing into the sides of my neck. The world narrows to his face and his c**k and my thinning air. I tip my chin back. Give him more. His other hand strike across my face. Sharp. The sting resets my brain, every nerve white-hot, and the gasp becomes a moan that fills the room. "Again," I whisper. He slaps me harder. My head turns with it. The heat blooms down my neck and settles between my legs, where his c**k is hitting a spot so deep I feel it in my stomach. "You love this," he says, breathing hard. "Getting choked and slapped while your stepbrother f***s you in a resort bed. Our parents are thirty feet away, and you're moaning for more." "Because you f**k me better than anyone ever will," I say, and the honesty of it shocks us both. His rhythm falters for a half-second. His eyes flash. Then he drives into me so hard that the headboard punches the wall. He pushes two fingers in my mouth. "Suck." I close my lips around them. Salt. Skin. He f***s my mouth with his fingers and my p***y with his c**k in the same rhythm, and I'm full at both ends and my brain empties. His fingers on my tongue and his c**k splitting me open. I love it so much my eyes sting. "Good girl," he says, his voice wrecked. "My fingers in your pretty mouth and my c**k in your tight little cunt. You were made for this. Made for me. Three years I waited, and you were worth every second." He pulls his fingers from my mouth. Both hands on my throat now. His pace turns desperate. I feel his c**k swell inside me. "I'm cumming inside you," he says. Not asking. My brain screams, 'pull out'. But my legs lock around his waist, and my heels dig into his back. "Do it," I say, and my voice sounds like someone else. "c*m inside me, Caleb. Fill me up. I want to feel every drop." "Say my name again." "Caleb." I pull him deeper. "Caleb, please, fill me up." Something in hi snaps. He slams into me, chasing it, every inch hitting the deepest part of me. My c**t grinds against his body. My walls grip him in contractions I can't control. He cums with a groan buried in my neck. Hot. Thick. Flooding me in pulses I can count. His c**k throbbing inside me while his c*m fills my p***y. The sensation of my stepbrother's c*m inside me triggers an orgasm that detonates without warning. My back lifts off the mattress. My nails rake his back deep enough to draw blood. My p***y clenches around him in spasms that milk everything out of him. The wet filthy sound of his c*m inside me while my body grips him is obscene and I c*m harder hearing it. A second wave crashing into the first. His c**k still pulsing. My p***y still pulling. He stays inside me. Forehead drops to mine. "Ava." Quiet. Raw. Like the word scraped something open. I've heard him say my name a thousand times. It always sounded like a complaint. This time, it sounds like surrender. His arm wraps around me. Rolls us to our sides. Still inside me. His c*m, warm and leaking between us. He pulls me against his chest and his heartbeat hammers against my cheek. I curl into him. The silence between us isn't hostile anymore. It's full. It's four in the morning. His c**k softens inside me. His c*m drips between my thighs onto the sheets. His arm tightens around my waist. And I think to myself at that moment. I am so f****d.