19. Jared

19

JARED

" L et me go, Jared. Please, we can work this out." Aria's voice trembles as she pleads.

One moment in the bliss of fucking post-orgasm, she's telling me she's mine. The next, she's having a change of heart. But she'll come around soon enough.It's just the shame talking.

I smirk. "The night is still young. I've planned this for a long time."

Her eyes widen at my admission. I can almost see the wheels turning in her head as she contemplates how long I've been planning and playing the long game to get what I want.

Aria shakes her head. "Please... Not like this."

Taking a step forward, I reach out and gently stroke her cheek, my thumb tracing the delicate contour of her jaw. "You don't know what you truly want. But I do."

As my fingers brush her skin, she flinches, but her eyes close momentarily, betraying the internal conflict within her. I savor the power I hold over her.

"You see, I know you better than you know yourself." I pause. "And I know you want this, deep down. You crave it."

My fingers trail down her neck, and I chuckle as goosebumps rise on her skin. "You like my touch, don't you?"

She bites her lip. "I..."

Impatient for her response, I pull her toward me, relishing the feel of her softness against me.

Holding her, I study her gorgeous face. "Are you going to be a good girl for me, or must I restrain you again?"

Her silence is telling. I see the desire warring with her pointless moral compass.

A nudge might be necessary.

"Get on your knees." My voice is firm, leaving no room for negotiation.

She stares at me, eyes reflecting her internal struggle. I know I'm pushing boundaries, but her submission is key to the dynamic I crave.

"Do it," I command.

Her gaze drops, and for a moment, I think she will obey. But then she freezes, caught like a deer in headlights.

Frustration mounts within me. If she doesn't submit willingly, I'll force her. Grabbing her shoulders, I push her to her knees. She resists at first, her body tensing, but slowly, she yields, her resistance melting away.

"Good girl," I murmur, stroking her hair gently.

I gaze down at her. Aria, on her knees before me again, but this time she knows it's me. Her stepbrother is the one fucking her tight little throat—it's a moment I've fantasized about.

Unzipping my pants, I free myself and tap the head of my cock against her lips. "Show me how well you can please me. Just like you did in the cornfield."

Gently nudging my dick between her lips, I savor the warmth of her mouth. She moans softly, the vibrations coursing through me. I let out a hiss of pleasure, my eyes sliding shut for a moment as I relish the sensation of my stepsister's mouth around my cock.

"Suck it, Aria. Just like in those filthy books you read. You know you've imagined this while slamming that dildo into your cunt."

Her pupils dilate as I remind her that I've been watching—her stepbrother.

I chuckle. "That's right, your stepbrother has been watching you get yourself off while I stroke my cock to the sight of you. I've lost count of the number of times I've jerked off watching you writhe on your bed, lost in your pleasure."

A flush creeps up her neck, staining her cheeks and she hollows her cheeks, sucking greedily. I grin, thrusting my hips to push into the back of her throat.

"That's it, suck me, baby." I encourage, "Fuck, you're good at this. Bet those naughty romance novels never mentioned how good it feels to have your stepbrother in your mouth."

Aria moan, her eager response spurring me on. I place my hand on her head, encouraging her to take more. She complies, her throat contracting around me, and I groan in pleasure.

I grunt, bucking my hips forward. "That's it, take it. Suck my cock like you mean it."

I pull back, my cock glistening with saliva.

Aria's eyes flicker open, a mix of embarrassment and desire crossing her face.

I grasp the base of my shaft, stroking myself to the finish line as I watch her pretty face, those full, pink lips that just devoured me, and her heaving breasts. I want to mark her, brand her as mine, and I decide to start with her tits.

With a growl, I aim my cock at her chest and release ropes of cum shooting across her delicate skin. I revel in her breathy moans as my release covers her, her nipples hard with arousal.

But I'm not done yet.

Dropping to my knees before her, I gather the sticky cum from her breasts with my fingers, scooping it into my mouth. The salty taste of my release makes me hum in pleasure.

"Open up, Aria." I hold her gaze. "Be my good girl."

Slowly, she parts her plump lips. The tip of her pink tongue sneaks out, tentatively licking her bottom lip, and I know she wants this.

Grabbing her jaw, I force her mouth wider and spit my cum into it. She chokes, but she swallows, her dark eyes never leaving mine.

Triumph washes over me. "Swallow it all, baby. Swallow your stepbrother's cum."

The shocked yet intrigued expression on her face ignites a jolt of pleasure straight to my cock, which is already stirring back to life. Seeing her on her knees, swallowing my cum, submitting to my every desire—it's better than any fantasy.

"Clean yourself up," I command, tucking myself back into my pants. "We're far from finished."

I step back, observing her with a mix of possession and hunger. Her eyes flicker to me, and I know she's taking in my appearance, memorizing every detail of the man who's just reduced her to a cum-covered, quivering mess.