Forbidden flames: 50 shades of raw temptations

Aria slammed the door to her new bedroom, the one her dad had insisted she take in this massive mansion. It was her first day here, after the wedding that had joined their lives together. She was ninteen and a second year student. Her dad had married this woman with a son named Jax, who was 6’3, twenty- two, cocky, and built like he spent half his entire life in the gym. They’d barely talked to each other at the ceremony, but the way his eyes roamed over her like she was an intruder instead of him had made her furious. ‘f*****g asshole,’ she muttered, tossing her bag onto the bed. Jax was everything she despised arrogant, cocky with tattoos peeking from his shirt sleeves. During the drive home, the tension in the car was suffocating. The tension in the car had her nervous and she couldn’t stop thinking about how those finger would feel wrapped around her neck. Now, alone in her room, Aria tried to shake it off. The house was quiet, her dad and stepmom weren't home and Jax was probably in his bedroom doing what ever shitty thing to keep himself busy . She flopped onto the bed and pulled out her phone. She was bored and needed a release to calm her nerves down. Scrolling through her folder of porn videos, she picked one: A rough f**k between stepsiblings, she hesitated at first but clicked it anyways. The screen lit up with a girl on her back, legs spread, as the guy devoured her p***y with his tongue. Aria’s hand slipped under her waistband, fingers circling her c**t through her panties. She imagined Jax’s face, those sharp jawline buried between her leg. ‘Jax,’ she whispered. It felt wrong, but that was what made her wetter. She kicked off her jeans, shoving her panties off as she spread her legs wide on the bed. The video played on, moans filling the room as she plunged two fingers into her slick p***y, pumping them in and out while her thumb rubbed her swollen nub. ‘f**k you, Jax,’ she gasped, but it came out laced with lust. Her free hand pinched her n****e through her tank top, twisting it hard enough to make her high. The fantasy built, him bursting in, hating her as much as she hated him, but unable to resist pinning her down and taking what he wanted. ‘Jax… oh god, Jax,’ she moaned louder, her hips moving against her hand. Juices coated her fingers, dripping onto the sheets as she chased her climax , the porn girl’s cries rhyming with her own. The door flew open without a knock. Jax stood there, frozen for a split second, his eyes widening at the sight. Aria spread legs, unmistakable sounds coming from her phone, her fingers buried deep in her p***y, face flushed pink and lips parted in a moan that clearly said his name. ‘What the—’ he started, his voice dangerously low filled with lust , dropped to her exposed folds, glistening with her c*m. Aria screamed, yanking her hand free and trying to cover herself with the sheet, but it was too late. Heat flooded her cheeks, a mix of shame and annoyance since she was almost close. ‘Get out! You pervert!’ she screamed, but her voice trembled, thighs clenching together. Jax didn’t move. He stepped inside, closing the door with a soft click, his expression shifting from shock to something darker, hungrier. ‘You were moaning my name,’ he said, low, crossing his arms over his broad chest. ‘While fingering that tight little p***y to me, after calling me an asshole all day.’ He walked forward, towering over the bed, his jeans swollen obviously at the crotch. ‘Shut up! It’s none of your business,’ Aria snapped, but her eyes dropped to his bulge, betraying her. She hated him, his arrogance, his presence barging into her space like he owned it ,but the idea of him seeing her like this, wet and dripping, made her p***y clench together. She was so close, her body aching for release. Jax smirked, that annoying grin, but his pupils were now darker. ‘Bullshit. You hate me, I hate you, but you’re soaked thinking about my c**k, admit it.’ He reached down, grabbing her wrist ,the one slick with her arousal and brought it to his nose, inhaling deeply. ‘Smells like you want this as bad as I do right now.’ Aria pulled away, heart pounding. “I don’t”. Get out, Jax.’ But her protest was weak, her p***y aching . This was taboo, wrong on every level, but the risk made her c**t clench. He didn’t listen. In one fluid move, he pushed her back onto the pillows, pinning her shoulders with his hands. ‘Liar,’ he growled, his breath hot against her neck. His mouth crashed onto hers, rough and demanding. Aria resisted at first, shoving at his chest, but the kiss was electric, all the hate she had for him was poured into the kiss . She bit his lip, drawing a hiss from him, and he retaliated by rubbing his hard c**k against her bare pussy ‘f**k it,’ she muttered against his mouth, the words tasting like sin. She was too horny, too far gone to stop. Her hands fisted in his shirt, pulling him closer as she kissed back fiercely. Jax’s groan vibrated through her as he stripped off her tank top, exposing her round big t**s with hard n*****s begging for attention. He shoved the sheet aside, eyes devouring her naked body, smooth skin, trimmed bush, p***y lips swollen and slick. ‘Look at you, all wet for your stepbrother,’ he taunted, but his voice was filled with undeniable lust, c**k straining against his zipper. He dropped to his knees at the bed’s edge, separating her legs. Aria’s breath caught as he buried his face between her thighs, nose pressing into her c**t while his tongue lapped at her juices. ‘Oh s**t,’ she gasped, head falling back. His tongue was hot, flat and broad, licking her folds to collect every drop of her c*m. He sucked her c**t into his mouth, flicking it with the tip of his tongue, then moved lower, plunging into her entrance. Aria’s hips jerked, hands gripping his hair, tugging it harder. He groaned into her p***y, the vibration making her walls clench. He lapped her like a man who was starved, tongue f*****g in and out, eating her out like she was the sweetest thing he ever tasted. “Taste so f*****g good, even if I hate you,”. he mumbled, words muffled as he sucked her. Aria’s first orgasm built fast, coiling tight in her belly. ‘Jax… don’t stop,’ she whimpered, hating how needy she sounded. He doubled down, one hand pinning her thigh while the other slid two fingers inside her, curling to hit that spot. His tongue lapped her c**t in circles, and she shattered, crying out as she squirted all over his face. He drank it all, lapping greedily through her climax, not stopping until she was panting and oversensitive. But Jax was far from done. He stood, stripping off his shirt to reveal strong abs and those tattoos snaking over his shoulders. His jeans followed, c**k springing free, thick, veined, the head angry red and leaking pre-c*m. Aria’s eyes widened, it was bigger than she’d thought. ‘I will f**k you now. He said, climbing onto the bed, positioning himself between her legs. She nodded, protest burned away by lust. ‘Do it. f**k me, you bastard.’ He gripped her hips, slamming into her in one thrust, stretching her walls around his 7 inches c**k . Aria arched, a sharp cry escaping her lips as his c**k rammed into her ,balls slapping her ass. He didn’t give her time to adjust, pulling back and pounding in again, hard and deep. ‘So tight'. He grunted, setting a brutal pace, c**k going in and out with wet smacks. Her p***y gripped him like it was built exactly for him, juices easing the way as he f****d her. Aria’s nails scratched his back, legs wrapping around his waist to take him deeper. Each thrust hitting her g-spot ‘Hate how good you feel,’ she moaned, and he laughed darkly, pinching her n*****s in response. He f****d her missionary style first, bodies slick with sweat, the bed creaking under them. Aria’s second orgasm hit when he angled his hips to grind her c**t with every plunge. ‘Coming… f**k, Jax!’ she screamed, walls fluttering around his c**k, milking him. But he kept going, his own release held back by willpower. ‘Not yet,’ he growled, flipping her onto her stomach without pulling out. Ass up, face down, he f****d her from behind, hands gripping her waist as he drove in deeper. The new angle let him hit her g-spot directly, and Aria sobbed into the pillow. His balls slapped her c**t with each thrust, the sound echoing in the room. He reached around, rubbing her nub in rough circles, and her third climax ripped through her, body shaking as she squirted around his shaft, soaking the sheets. ‘Three times already, and you’re still clenching like a slut,’ Jax panted, but he hadn’t c*m, hips snapping faster. Aria was a mess, limp, p***y raw and sensitive but she urged him on. ‘Come on, fill me up,’ she begged. He flipped her again, this time pulling her on top. She rode him weakly at first, but he thrust up hard, hands on her ass to bounce her on his c**k. The friction built again, but it was him reaching the edge now. ‘Gonna c*m inside you,’ he warned, and with a groan, he did ,hot c*m flooding her walls, c**k twitching as he emptied his balls. They collapsed, panting, his d**k still buried deep. Jax didn’t pull out, wrapping an arm around her waist to keep her close. ‘Not done with you yet,’ he murmured, voice softening for the first time. Aria, exhausted and weak, didn’t protest. She hated him still, or maybe not but the warmth of him inside her felt right in this twisted moment. They drifted off like that, tangled on the bed, his c**k softening inside her walls.