C6 My Married Stepbrother’s Cock Stretching My Greedy Cunt While He Begs

SOPHIE.

Tony’s eyes were black with lust as he stared at my dripping, freshly-fingered pussy. The air between us was thick, electric, and dangerous. His massive bulge strained obscenely against his slacks, a dark wet spot already forming where he was leaking for me.

“Bedroom,” he rasped, voice wrecked. “Now.”

I led him upstairs on shaky legs, feeling his burning gaze on my ass the entire way. The second we stepped inside my room, he slammed the door and locked it with a decisive click that made my clit throb.

He grabbed me before I could speak, slamming me against the wall. One big hand wrapped around my throat while the other shoved my tank top up, roughly palming my tit and pinching my nipple hard enough to make me cry out.

“You filthy little tease,” he growled against my mouth. “You’ve been finger-fucking yourself to my voice this whole time? While I’m on the phone with clients? While I’m trying to be a good husband?”

I moaned shamelessly, grinding my soaked cunt against his thigh. “Yes… I’ve wanted you for so long, Tony. I write stories about you using me like a toy. I cum to them every night.”

He kissed me brutally, tongue fucking my mouth while he ground that thick, married cock against my belly. I could feel how hard he was — throbbing, leaking, desperate. The chemistry was explosive, years of suppressed tension finally detonating.

But I wanted control first.

I broke the kiss and pushed him toward the bed. “Sit.”

He laughed darkly, but obeyed, sitting on the edge. I dropped to my knees and freed his cock. It sprang out, thick, veiny, and mouth-wateringly huge. The head was flushed dark and already drooling pre-cum. I moaned at the sight and swallowed him down in one greedy motion, gagging myself on his length while I looked up at him.

“Fuck, Sophie—” His hand fisted in my hair as I bobbed, sucking him sloppily, drool running down my chin. I took him to the back of my throat again and again, loving the way he cursed and thrust.

Before he could take over, I pulled off with a wet pop and grabbed my silk scarves.

Tony’s eyes widened. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

I stroked his glistening cock slowly, thumbing the sensitive head. “I get to use you first, big brother. I’ve earned it.”

He could have stopped me. He was stronger. But the dark hunger in his eyes won. He let me tie his wrists tightly behind his back, then push him flat on the bed. Seeing my married stepbrother bound and helpless, his huge cock standing straight up and leaking all over his abs, made me drip down my thighs.

I stripped slowly, teasing him. Tank top first, letting my tits bounce free. Then my shorts. I stood naked in front of him, cupping my breasts and spreading my pussy lips so he could see how soaked I was.

“Look what you do to me,” I whispered, climbing onto the bed and straddling him. I dragged my dripping cunt along his thick shaft, coating every inch in my cream without letting him inside. “Feel how wet your little stepsister is for your married cock.”

Tony groaned, hips bucking desperately. “Sophie… untie me. Let me fuck you.”

“Not yet.” I rose up and sank down onto him in one slow, torturous motion. The stretch was insane — he filled me completely, bottoming out against my cervix. I moaned loudly, head falling back as I started riding him.

“God, you’re so fucking big,” I gasped, bouncing harder. My tits jiggled with every thrust, and I reached down to rub my clit frantically. The wet, filthy sounds of my cunt sliding up and down his cock filled the room. “Your wife could never take you like this, could she? This pussy was made for you.”

He strained against the scarves, muscles bulging, eyes wild. “You’re going to make me cum inside you if you keep that up, you little slut.”

“That’s the plan,” I moaned, grinding deep and rolling my hips so his cockhead rubbed my g-spot perfectly. I came hard the first time, pussy clamping down around him like a vice, gushing all over his shaft and balls. But I didn’t stop. I kept riding through the orgasm, chasing another while he cursed and thrust up into me.

“Untie me, Sophie,” he begged, voice breaking. “Please. I need to touch you. I need to fuck you properly.”

I slowed to a torturous grind, leaning down so my tits brushed his chest. “Say it first. Tell me I’m your filthy toy. Tell me you’re going to breed this cunt.”

His control shattered completely.

“You’re my filthy fucking toy,” he snarled, eyes feral. “My secret cumslut stepsister. I’m going to breed you so deep my wife will never smell another man on me again. Now untie me so I can ruin this greedy little pussy like it deserves.”

I reached back and loosened the scarves.

The second his hands were free, Tony flipped me onto my back with terrifying strength. He pinned my wrists above my head, slammed back inside me in one brutal thrust, and fucked me like an animal — deep, hard, relentless strokes that made the bed slam against the wall.

“Mine,” he growled against my neck, biting down as he pounded me. “This cunt is mine now.”

I came again, screaming his name, pussy gushing around his pistoning cock.

But just as he started to swell inside me, ready to flood me with his married cum, he suddenly pulled out completely, breathing hard.

“No,” he rasped, eyes blazing with dark promise as he looked down at my ruined, gaping pussy. “Not yet. If I’m doing this… I’m doing it right. And you’re going to beg for every drop.”