TEMPTATIONS AFTER DARK: EROTIC COLLECTION

MIA POV I twisted the doorknob and eased the door open without knocking. I only needed Jake’s charger from his desk—nothing more, nothing that should have changed everything. The gap widened, and my body froze mid-step. Jake lay sprawled on his bed, pants shoved down to his ankles, powerful thighs spread wide. His hand gripped his long, thick c**k, stroking it with urgent, rough pumps. His eyes were squeezed shut, jaw clenched so tight the muscle jumped. A bead of sweat traced down his temple. “f**k, Mia…” His voice came out raw, desperate, broken. “Yes, little sister… just like that. Suck it deeper. Take every inch down your throat.” My name on his lips hit me like lightning. Heat flooded my core, sharp and immediate. My p***y clenched hard, a rush of wetness soaking my panties. I knew I should back away. Close the door silently. Pretend this never happened. But my feet stayed rooted to the floor. The sheer wrongness, sent electricity racing under my skin. This was my stepbrother. The same guy who smirked at me across the dinner table, who teased me about my short skirts and called me princess in that mocking tone. Now he was fantasizing about me on my knees for him. My n*****s tightened painfully against the thin fabric of my tank top, aching for touch. My hand moved before I could stop it. I cupped my breast, squeezing hard through the material, rolling my n****e between my fingers until the sting blurred into pleasure. My other hand slid down my stomach, dipping beneath the waistband of my shorts and panties. I was drenched. Embarrassingly so. My fingers found my swollen c**t and rubbed tight, frantic circles. Then I pushed two fingers inside my tight heat, curling them against that sensitive spot. I couldn’t look away. The way his heavy balls drew up tight. The glossy sheen of precum coating his thumb as he swiped over the swollen head. The wet, filthy sounds of his fist working his shaft filled the room, slick, rhythmic, obscene. My fingers matched his pace. I added a third, stretching myself open. The slight burn only made me wetter. Juices coated my hand and trickled down my inner thighs as I f****d myself right there in his doorway, knees trembling, eyes locked on my stepbrother’s c**k while he moaned my name like a prayer and a curse. “Mia… so f*****g tight,” he groaned, hips thrusting up into his fist. “Gonna fill you up, sis. c*m so deep inside you.” My breath hitched. I braced one hand against the doorframe, the other plunging deeper. My palm ground against my c**t with every stroke. The pressure built fast, brutal, unstoppable. Wet sounds echoed in the hallway. Part of me hoped he’d hear. Part of me was terrified he would. The orgasm crashed over me without mercy. My body jerked violently. My p***y spasmed around my fingers, gushing hot and slick. A shaky, broken moan tore from my throat before I could choke it back. My legs nearly buckled. Aftershocks pulsed through my c**t, leaving it throbbing and oversensitive. Jake’s eyes snapped open. “What the f**k?! Mia?!” Shock cracked his voice. His hand froze mid-stroke on his glistening c**k. He scrambled to cover himself, but it was useless. The thick length still strained against his palms, flushed dark and angry, veins standing out. I slowly withdrew my fingers, slick and shining with my own arousal. My p***y fluttered with lingering spasms. On unsteady legs, I stepped fully into his room and closed the door behind me with a soft, final click. My heart hammered against my ribs. Shame burned my cheeks, but beneath it, my body felt electric. Alive. Starving. I walked to the edge of his bed. My gaze dropped to the massive erection he was still trying, and failing to hide. “Nice d**k,” I whispered, voice low and husky, still thick with the remnants of my climax. Jake’s face flushed crimson. “This is so wrong,” he rasped. “You’re my sister. My f*****g stepsister. I shouldn’t have said your name. God, I’m sorry, this is completely messed up.” His eyes darted wildly to the door as if our parents might burst in at any second. The raw panic on his face only made my pulse race faster. I wondered if the fear made him even harder. It certainly did for me. I smiled, chest still heaving. “It’s okay. Mom left for Aunt Clara’s this morning. She won’t be back until tomorrow night. The house is empty… just us.” I reached down and gently wrapped my fingers around his wrists, tugging his hands away. His c**k sprang free, heavy, hot, rock-hard, curving slightly upward. It was even more intimidating up close. “God, it’s so big,” I breathed. I closed my hand around the thick base. It pulsed against my palm, hotter than I expected. I stroked once, long and firm, from root to leaking tip. The heat, the weight, the velvety skin over steel made my freshly f****d p***y clench with fresh hunger. Jake groaned deep in his chest. I could see the way his muscles tensed, fighting the urge even as his body surrendered. “Mia… we really can’t do this…” His voice was strained, almost pained. I didn’t answer with words. Instead, I sank to my knees between his spread thighs, bringing my face level with his throbbing c**k. It looked even larger this close, intimidating, beautiful in its raw masculinity. The musky scent of him filled my senses. I leaned in and dragged my warm, wet tongue slowly up the entire length, base to tip. Salty. Musky. A hint of bitterness at the head from his precum. The taste was real, earthy, intoxicating. My stomach fluttered with dark excitement. I licked back down, tracing the thick vein underneath, then swirled my tongue around his heavy balls, feeling them tighten under my attention. I repeated the long, worshipful strokes, covering every inch until his c**k glistened with my spit. My jaw began to ache from the angle, my knees pressed uncomfortably into the hardwood floor, but I didn’t stop. Jake’s hands fisted the sheets. He didn’t push me away. I focused on the sensitive head, swirling my tongue, sucking lightly while my hand stroked the shaft in steady rhythm. I looked up at him through my lashes, lips brushing the swollen tip. “Tell me to stop,” I whispered, voice trembling with need and shame, “and I will.” His broken groan and the way his c**k jumped desperately in my grip told me everything I needed to know. He didn’t want me to stop. Neither did I.