MY "BROTHER" KNEW I'M A PORNSTAR (V)
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Chapter 5
He slapped my ass again, harder, then grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head back so my throat was exposed.
His mouth found the side of my neck and he bit down, his teeth sinking in just enough to make me gasp.
“Greedy girl,” he growled against my skin. “ You've been saving this p***y for me and I didn’t even know it.”
I whimpered, nodding as much as his grip would let me. “It's all yours.”
He let go of my hair and both of his big hands clamped down on my hips, his fingers digging in so hard I knew I would have bruises tomorrow.
He pulled me back an inch, lining up again, and this time he gave me the head, just the head, stretching my entrance open around that fat crown.
I cried out, my legs shaking.
“More,” I begged. “Give me more.”
He fed me another inch slowly, letting me feel every thick ridge of him.
My p***y fluttered around him, trying to pull him deeper, but he held me still.
“f**k, you’re tight,” he hissed through his teeth. “I've been watching all those guys split you open on video and you still feel this f*****g tight.”
I couldn’t answer, all I could do was pant and push back, trying to take more. He gave me another inch and stopped again.
“Charles, please—”
“Tell me how many times you came thinking about me,” he demanded, his voice getting darker. “Tell me while I stretch this cunt.”
“Hundreds,” I sobbed. “Thousands, every night. I’d f**k myself with toys and pretend it was you, pretend you were punishing me for being a jealous little bitch.”
He groaned and slammed the rest of the way inside me in one brutal thrust.
“Yessssss!!!” The stretch burned so good I screamed out.
He bottomed out, his balls pressed tight against my clit, that perfect curve dragging against my front wall.
My p***y clamped down around him hard, already trying to milk him.
“Jesus f**k,” he grunted, holding me still, letting me adjust.
“You’re gonna make me come just from putting it in.”
I rolled my hips in a slow circle, grinding back against him.
“Don’t you dare, you’re gonna f**k me hard like you promised.”
He pulled out slowly, almost all the way, then drove back in so hard my t**s slammed against the wall, my breath left me in a rush.
“ That's what you want?” he snarled, doing it again.
“You want me to use this p***y like I own it?”
“Yes, yes, yes—”
He set a punishing rhythm, his hips snapping forward, with his c**k dragging out to the tip before slamming back in.
Every thrust shoved me up the wall, my n*****s scraping the paint, my toes barely touching the floor.
The sound of his skin hitting my ass echoed loudly, wet and obscene, mixed with the squelch of my soaked p***y taking him over and over.
He reached around and found my clit with two rough fingers, rubbing fast circles while he f****d me.
“Come on my c**k,” he ordered, breathing hot against my ear. “Show me how much better the real thing feels than your fingers.”
I was already close, I had been close since he put his mouth on me.
The pressure built fast and vicious, my legs were shaking so hard I would have fallen if he wasn’t holding me up.
“Charles, I’m—”
“Do it,” he snapped, pinching my clit hard. “Come all over this d**k right now.”
I shattered.
My p***y clamped down so tight that he cursed loud, thrusts stuttering for a second as I came, gushing around him, juices running down my thighs and his balls.
My whole body shook, my vision going white at the edges while I screamed his name over and over.
He didn’t stop, he f****d me through it, dragging every aftershock out of me until I was sobbing from overstimulation.
Only when I went limp against the wall did he slow, pulling out just long enough to spin me around and face him.
My legs gave out and he caught me, lifting me easily, hands under my thighs.
I wrapped my arms and legs around him as he pressed me back against the wall again.
“Look at me,” he said, voice wrecked.
I forced my eyes open, his face was flushed, with his jaw clenched, his eyes opened wildly.
He reached between us, lined himself up, and sank back inside me in one smooth stroke. My head fell back against the wall with a thud.
“Gonna fill this p***y up,” he promised, starting to move again, slower now but deeper, grinding against my clit with every thrust.
“ I've been dreaming about breeding you for months, do you want that? You want me to pump you full until it leaks down your legs?”
I nodded frantically, nails digging into his shoulders. “Yes. Do it. Come inside me.”
He groaned and sped up, his hips pistoning with his balls slapping my ass.
His mouth crashed into mine, swallowing my moans as he f****d me harder, chasing his own release now.
I felt him swell inside me, getting even thicker.
“f**k, Aria—”
He slammed in deep one last time and held there, his c**k pulsing as he came, flooding the condom with heat.
His whole body shook against mine, his breath ragged against my neck.
We stayed like that for a long minute, breathing hard, sweat cooling on our skin.
Eventually he let my legs slide down until my feet touched the floor, but he didn’t pull out yet.
He rested his forehead against mine, both of us still trembling.
“Next time,” he said, his voice hoarse, “no condom. I want to feel you raw. I want to watch my c*m drip out of you after.”
I clenched around him at the thought, already wanting it.
He kissed me slowly, tasting both of us on his tongue.
“ Charles?” A voice called beside and blood drained on my face.
That voice!
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