Stepbrother Claims It All (Leo's Harem)

Chapter Seven

Leo's POV

I held her hair tight in my fist, my knuckles white against her hair strands. I tilted her head back farther, just enough that her neck stretched long and her wet eyes had no choice but to look up at me.

Her mouth was stretched wide around my c**k, lips puffy and dark red.

Fück. I could hardly believe the sight before me. I was doing it. I had my stepsister in a way no one should.

My breath came out harsh and short, my heartbeat thundering.

Fück. Fück. Fück.

The sound she made around my c**k felt freaking unbelievable. It vibrated up my shaft and settled in my bālls like a low hum of electricity.

I pulled back slowly, watching her lips cling to me for a second before letting go with a wet pop. A string of spit and my pre-cüm connected her swollen bottom lip to my tip. “Open wider.”

And she did.

She parted her lips wider, and without a second thought I slammed forward brutally, hitting the back of her throat. She gagged.

“s**t. I love it when you gag. Makes me want to force it deeper until you’re crying around my cōck.”

I pulled out again, then thrust into her open mouth in one rough slam, my bālls slapping against her chin, craving to see her gag.

She did.

She gagged so beautifully around me that I arched my head upward, my lips parted in a groan. Then I started to fück her face slow, in and out. Loving every slide, every glide, her lips rubbing my veiny c**k, the friction so heavenly.

I f****d her mouth with deep, measured strokes, each one going a little deeper than the last. Her throat constricted around me, fighting the intrusion, and I ignored it, letting my head deep-dive in the pleasure of it all, in the pleasure of fücking my stepsister's throat.

Her hands stayed on her thighs, fingers digging hard into her own skin, nails leaving little white marks. She was holding herself down, keeping herself from pushing me away.

But my slow thrusting did not last long. I wanted to show her who owned her now, and that she was nothing but my obedient slūt.

The heat in my gut built faster and ugly. Maybe it was from everything, from the hunger I felt all day, or the rage from the dog bowl.

But I let it take me. I lost control fully.

I went harder, faster. Her head was bobbing with every violent stroke, but unable to escape. Her small hands scrabbled against my chest and shoulders, trying to resist, but I slapped them away fast.

“Keep on resisting. The harder you fight, the deeper I’ll ram this c**k down your throat,” I let out, my voice hoarse, as the sound of her gagging and my balls hitting her chin filled the room. “That's it. Take my c**k like a fücking b***h. You wanted to treat me like a dog? This is what dogs do. They fück what they own.”

I plunged deeper, the head of my c**k hitting the back of her throat, but this time it kept on going, forcing past the tight ring until her nose pressed flat against my stomach.

She coughed uncontrollably, tears streaking down her cheeks, thick spit bubbling out the corners of her stretched lips. It ran down her chin in long strings, landing on her bare t**s with soft wet sounds.

Fück, it felt perfect.

And then I felt it.

The first waves of my release building, thick and hot. I grunted, my grip tightening in her hair until the strands pulled. “Nghhhhhhhhh,” she made a hurt, muffled sound around my c**k. “Leo, ple…”

I ignored it, my c**k throbbing violently in her mouth, heat shooting up from my bālls and into my chest. I slammed forward again and again.

Her eyes rolled back. A fresh wave of tears spilled over. But her tongue, her fücking tongue was moving as I fücked her. It flattened against the underside of my c**k, licking, worshipping me even as she choked.

Her body was betraying her so completely it made my head spin with power.

Each time I buried myself balls-deep her throat spasmed wild, squeezing and milking me in waves. Her gags turned messy and constant, spit pouring out every time I pulled back even just a little, coating my c**k and dripping off my balls.

I could feel the pressure building even bigger. “You want it, you filthy cünt?” I snarled, my hands fisting tighter in her hair. “You want my f*****g c*m?”

She could not answer. I was buried so deep in her throat she could only make a wet, desperate uh-uh-uh sound with each brutal thrust.

And then I broke.

My hips stuttered, slamming forward, as I let out a deep guttural groan that sounded so animalistic.

I came hard, groaning loud and long.

The first thick pulse of my cūm shot straight down her throat. She tried to pull back as soon as it hit the back of her throat, her fingers digging into my thighs desperately, eyes wide in frantic panic.

“Fücking stay still,” I sneered, digging both my hands into her hair, locking her head perfectly still for me. Her nose crushed hard against me, lips sealed around the base of my shaft.

My head fell backward, my gaze blurry.

Füccccckkkkkk.

I emptied myself into her mouth, pumping my c*m down her throat, forcing her to drink up every drop.

“Swallow it,” I commanded, my voice raw. “Be my good cüm-bucket.” My hips jerked against her face, forcing every drop deeper.

Muffled choking screams came from her stuffed mouth. Her throat squeezed me over and over, fighting for air.

I stayed absolutely still until I was completely empty, until I could feel the last shudder leaving my body.

I just stayed there for a long moment, my softening c**k resting on her tongue, both of us breathing like we had just run a marathon. Her face a beautifully broken mess.

I pulled out with a satisfied groan.

A final, thick strand of cūm connected my tip to her lip before it snapped. She immediately doubled over, coughing violently into her hands, her whole body wracked with the effort. She was trying to expel it, her shoulders heaving.

I watched her, a cold satisfaction settling in my gut. I could do this every day, every f*****g day.

I tucked myself back into my jeans and zipped up casually, like I had just taken a piss.

I smirked, a wicked thrill rising inside me.

From now on, I could take her anytime I wanted.

I crouched down in front of her, catching her chin with my thumb and forefinger, forcing her to look at me. Her eyes were red-rimmed, swimming with humiliation and something else, a dazed, fücked-out haze. “You drank every drop like a good little slut, didn't you?” I chuckled darkly, my eyes swimming with amusement.

A fresh tear rushed down her cheek, through the mess on her face. She swallowed hard, the motion visible and painful-looking in her throat.

She remained quiet.

I leaned closer, my lips almost brushing her ear. “Your body loved it, didn't it?” I whispered. “Your cunt was dripping for me earlier, and now... I don't even have to check. I'm sure you came even harder just by being my fück-toy.”

She closed her thighs on instinct, her lips trembling. “No, I… I didn't.” She shook her head sideways really fast, her eyes avoiding my accusing gaze.

I smirked even harder. “Then let's check.” I shoved my hand between her thighs, pushing them apart forcefully. I did not even need to touch her cunt. Her inner thighs were wet with her püssy juice.

She whimpered, hiding her face away.

“Get out of my room, and the next time I call, you better come running fast. Don't make me punish you, Avery,” I slapped her cheek lightly. “I would be fücking brutal, so be my good obedient cüm-slüt.”