Darkest Cravings (90 Types Of Lust)

**Chapter 4:My Sister-in-Law In Dry**

Derik didn’t wait for permission. He flipped Ariana onto her stomach, yanked her hips up, and spat directly onto her tight little hole. She flinched, but pushed back against his fingers as he worked one in, then two, stretching her open while she still dripped from her used p***y.

“Never taken it back here?” he asked, voice low.

She shook her head, face buried in the sheets. “No…”

“You’re about to.”

I leaned beneath her like a hungry animal and sucked her n****e into my mouth, hard. I grabbed her full, milk-heavy breast and worked it while Derik pressed the head of his c**k against her ass. Ariana tensed, a muffled cry vibrating around my shaft as I filled her mouth. Derik kept steady pressure until the thick head popped past the tight ring. She whimpered, eyes watering.

“f**k, she’s so tight,” he groaned, sinking deeper inch by inch until his hips met her ass.

I pulled back just enough for her to breathe. “Take it. Breathe.”

She did; shaky, broken breaths. Then Derik started moving: short, grinding thrusts at first, then longer, deeper ones once her body gave in. Every time he bottomed out she moaned around my c**k while I sucked and twisted her swollen n****e, milk beading on my tongue. Spit ran down my balls. Her p***y kept leaking his earlier load onto the sheets beneath us.

I reached under and rubbed her c**t while he f****d her ass. Her whole body jerked. She came hard and sudden, walls fluttering, a broken sob escaping around my d**k. Derik didn’t stop. He just f****d her through it, harder now, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room.

I felt my own orgasm building. I pulled out of her mouth, stroked myself twice, and painted her face, thick ropes across her cheeks, lips, and tongue. She stuck her tongue out and caught what she could.

Derik followed seconds later. He buried himself deep in her ass and unloaded with a low growl, filling her up. When he pulled out, c*m leaked from her stretched hole and ran down over her p***y.

Ariana collapsed flat on the bed, shaking, face messy, both holes used and dripping.

I ran a hand down her back, then between her legs, pushing two fingers into her cunt and feeling how soft and ruined she was. She whimpered but didn’t close her legs.

Derik sat back on his heels, c**k still half-hard, watching the mess he’d made of her.

I looked at him. “We’re not finished with her.”

Ariana lifted her head just enough to meet my eyes. Voice wrecked. “Then don’t stop.”

“You’ll be ruined before you take my brother,” she said, a naughty smile curving her c*m-smeared lips.

“Can’t Damien join in?”

Damien was Derik’s cousin.

“Bad b***h. I like it,” I groaned. I lifted her, wrapped her legs around my waist, and carried her toward the wall.

“She’s mine now, Derik,” I said.

I pinned her hard against the wall.

“Argh; Jacks, easy,” she gasped.

I didn’t go easy.

I pinned her harder against the wall, one hand under her ass to keep her open and wrapped around me, the other braced beside her head. My c**k was still slick from her mouth and the mess we’d already made of her. I lined up and drove straight into her cunt in one long thrust, burying myself to the root.

Ariana’s head tipped back against the plaster. A sharp, broken sound left her throat.

“f**k! Jacks —”

“Take it,” I growled against her ear, hips already moving. I f****d her in deep, heavy strokes, the kind that made her t**s bounce and milk bead at the tips. Every time I bottomed out I ground against her c**t, keeping her stretched and full while Derik watched from the bed, still half-hard and dripping.

She was soaked, loose from earlier, but she still clenched hard around me like she was trying to keep me inside. I reached between us and rubbed her swollen c**t in tight circles.

“You wanted Damien too?” I asked, voice rough. “You want three of us wrecking this body?”

Ariana’s eyes fluttered open, glassy and hungry. “Yes… call him. Please.”

Derik laughed low from the bed. “Bad little sister-in-law.” He stood, walked over, and pinched one of her n*****s hard enough to make her yelp. Milk sprayed across his fingers. He sucked them clean, then leaned in and bit the soft skin of her shoulder.

I kept f*****g her against the wall, harder now, the wet slap of skin loud in the room. Her heels dug into my lower back. Every thrust pushed a soft, desperate moan out of her.

“Hold her open for me,” I told Derik.

He reached down, hooked two fingers on either side of her stretched p***y, and spread her wider around my c**k so he could watch every inch disappear. Ariana shuddered hard at the added stretch and the way we both handled her.

I felt her start to tighten again — real tight, the kind that meant she was about to come whether she was ready or not. I didn’t slow down. I f****d her straight through it, grinding deep while her walls fluttered and milked me. She came with a choked sob, forehead pressed to my shoulder, body shaking between us.

I didn’t stop. Neither did Derik. He kept her spread open, watching the mess of c*m and slick that leaked out around my shaft every time I pulled back.

“We’re calling Damien,” I said against her ear. “And when he gets here, you’re going to take all three of us. Mouth, cunt, and that tight little ass we already opened up.”

Ariana’s voice was wrecked, barely above a whisper.

“Then don’t wait. Call him.”

I pulled out just long enough to spin her around, press her chest to the wall, and shove back into her from behind. Derik stepped in close, c**k in hand, and fed it between her lips again. She opened for him immediately, sucking messy and eager while I f****d her hard against the wall.

We weren’t finished with her.

Not even close.

“I'll dump my c*m in you, just enough still I'll have you this way again.