27. Jared

27

JARED

I grab Aria before she can walk past the couch, pulling her onto my lap.

"Let's watch a movie," I whisper in her ear, my hands wandering under her shirt.

She giggles and squirms, trying to concentrate on finding the remote. I nuzzle her neck, inhaling her scent as my hands roam her exquisite body. My cock twitches, and I can't resist teasing her.

Aria presses play on the remote, and the movie starts. But it's the last thing on my mind as I pull her close, my hard length pressing into her. "Keep my cock warm while we watch," I demand, unzipping my pants.

Aria moans as the head of my cock nudges her entrance. She lowers herself onto me, taking me in. "That's it," I murmur, pulling her down and holding her still.

Aria's body is trapped against mine. I savor the feeling of her pussy around my cock, but I don't thrust.

This is about power and intimacy. I want to drive her insane with need. I breathe in the scent of her hair, loving how she squirms on my dick. I tighten my grip, keeping her in place.

"Be a good girl and stay still," I whisper, my lips close to her ear. "You're doing exactly what I want. Being so fucking perfect."

She whimpers, her breath coming in short gasps. I know she wants more, but I've decided to play by my rules tonight. And right now, all I need is to feel her warmth around me, her softness enveloping my hardness.

My fingers find her nipples, already pebbled and erect. I play with them, teasing and pinching, enjoying her sharp intake of breath. But tonight, I deny myself that pleasure, focusing solely on the sensation of being deep inside her, surrounded by her heat.

I kiss her shoulder, tasting the smoothness of her skin, and she wriggles again, a subtle invitation for more. I chuckle darkly, nipping at her skin with my teeth. "Patience, baby. I'm not letting you go anywhere. You're keeping my cock warm for the entire duration of the movie, just like I asked."

I feel her muscles clench around me, and I bite back a groan. She's killing me with her tightness, but I refuse to give in to the urge to move.

We sit like that, motionless, the movie forgotten as I focus on the sweet feel of my stepsister's pussy wrapped around my dick.

"You're so fucking beautiful like this," I murmur, kissing her neck. "So perfect and pliant, doing as I say."

The tension builds as I hold her captive, savoring the anticipation.

I run my hands up and down Aria's body, toying with her, keeping her on edge. She can't help but move her hips restlessly, attempting to create some friction, some relief from the relentless need building inside her.

"Stay. Still." I growl, tightening my arms around her. I know she's trying to create some movement subtly, but I'm not about to let her take control.

"I need a drink," she says, her voice breathy.

I chuckle, nipping at her neck. "You're not going anywhere. If you're thirsty, you know what you can have."

Aria's body tenses against mine. "Wh-what do you mean?"

I smirk, feeling my cock twitch. "You heard me. You're thirsty, and I can offer you something delicious."

She shifts again, this time not so subtly. "Jared, please. I need a drink."

"And I need to fill your mouth," I counter, gently tugging her hair.

Aria gasps, her eyes widening as she finally understands my suggestion. "Oh..."

"That's right, baby. If you're thirsty, I can give you something to drink." I suck lightly on her neck, knowing it will leave a mark that she'll feel for days.

"Okay," she agrees hastily, the need in her voice clear.

I pull Aria off my lap, standing her in front of me as I remain seated on the couch. My cock strains and Aria reaches for me, but I catch her hand, changing my mind.

"Not yet," I say. "I have something else in mind."

I shift to lie down lengthways on the couch. "I want you to straddle my face," I instruct, my voice husky with desire. "I want to taste every inch of you."

She bites her lip, a mix of excitement and nervousness flitting across her face. I hold her gaze. "Go on," I urge. "Sit that sweet pussy on my face."

Aria steps toward me and straddles my face, positioning herself above me. I reach up, guiding her hips until she hovers just above my waiting mouth.

"Now," I command, and she slowly lowers herself onto my face, her eyes rolling back in pleasure as my tongue makes contact with her swollen clit.

I lap at her eagerly, delighting in her taste and scent. My tongue flicks and teases, eliciting soft moans from above. Her hands tangle in my hair, guiding my movements as I feast on her.

As she adjusts to the rhythm of my tongue, I reach up, grasping her hips and tilting them slightly, changing the angle of my assault on her sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Oh God, Jared," she cries out, her body trembling above me. "Don't stop."

I chuckle, gripping her hips tightly, holding her in place as I devour her.

Above me, Aria leans forward, her hand wrapping around my shaft.

That's right, baby.

We both get to feast in this position.

The tip of her tongue teases the head of my cock, and I groan, the sound muffled by her core pressed against my mouth. She takes me in, swiping her tongue along my length as she bobs her head, finding a rhythm that matches the flicks of my tongue against her clit.

My tongue dips into her folds, tasting her more deeply while her mouth envelops me, hot and wet.

Her hips rock, grinding herself against my mouth, her breath coming in sharp pants.

The pleasure courses through my body as Aria sucks me deep into her throat. I feel her gag reflex tighten around me, making me leak. Her saliva drips down my length, and I can almost picture her looking so fucking wrecked with my cock down her throat while she sits on my face.

My tongue responds in kind, delving deeper into her cunt, alternating between fucking her pussy and flicking her clit. I love how she tastes, the sweetness of her desire coating my tongue. My fingertips dig into her ass, holding her apart so I can devour her.

Above me, Aria moans around my cock, the vibrations sending a jolt of pleasure to my balls. It takes all my restraint not to thrust up and choke her. Instead, I allow her to control the pace, loving how eagerly she devours me.

I imagine my cock hitting the back of her throat, her gagging on me, her eyes watering as she struggles to breathe. Bucking my hips upward, I fuck her throat while I tongue fuck her. Our pleasure builds, and we're both close to the edge.

Her moans grow louder and more desperate, and one hand grips my thigh for balance while the other remains around my dick. The sound of her gagging on my cock only adds to the eroticism of the moment. Her body is trembling, her muscles clenching around my tongue.

I pull back to speak. "That's it, baby," I groan, my cock twitching in her mouth. "Such a good girl sucking your stepbrother's dick while he feasts on you."

Aria moans even louder, her arousal gushing onto my tongue. I love how my words alone can turn her on. Returning my tongue to her pussy, I thrust it inside her over and over. Before moving to suck her clit, making her entire body tense.

She's close, and the thought of her coming on my tongue, her juices flooding my mouth, urges me on.

I thrust one last time, my tongue rigid, and that sends her over the edge.

Aria cries out, her body shaking uncontrollably as her orgasm washes over her. Her muscles clench and release around my tongue as her juices flow.

As her taste explodes on my tongue, I can't hold back any longer.

With a primal growl, I thrust my hips up one final time, burying my cock in her throat as I spill myself into her mouth. My eyes roll back, and I savor her warmth engulfing me. I let out a strangled groan, my hands tightening on her ass, holding her in place as I ride out my intense release.

Her throat convulses around me, massaging my sensitive cock as she swallows, taking everything I have to give.

I smile in satisfaction as I feel the last of my release slip down her throat. She climbs off me, our fluids connecting us, a sticky trail on her chin. I wipe it away with my thumb and guide her onto the sofa, pulling her into my arms.

She fits perfectly against me, her head on my shoulder as I hold her. I kiss her temple, my heart pounding with a mix of emotions. This is so much more than lust.

"You took every drop," I whisper, my voice thick with affection. "Such a hungry little cum-slut for me."

She shivers in my arms, nuzzling closer. I know she likes the dirty talk and the taboo nature of it. It's like a drug to her, and I'm happy to supply her fix.

"I want it all," she murmurs, tired and content. "Always."

I can't help but smile. Hearing her say that does something to me. It's not just about the sex, the taboo of our relationship, or even my dark desires. It's about us.

"You're mine, and I'm yours," I tell her. "Always remember that."

She hums in agreement, snuggling closer. "I am. And you're mine."

Hearing her acknowledge our connection, something I've always known stirs up emotions I've kept locked away.

I hold her tightly, my heart pounding in my chest. I've always felt this pull between us. From the moment I first saw her, I knew she was special—my stepsister but also my soul mate. It's like there's an invisible thread connecting us, pulling us together despite the obstacles and the taboo nature of our relationship.

"I've waited so long for you," I confess, my voice hoarse with feeling. "For this. For us."

She lifts her head, her eyes meeting mine. "I know. I feel it, too, Jared. This connection. I assumed only I felt the connection, but it's always been there, burning inside me."

Her words resonate within me, echoing the truth I've kept hidden. I've tried to ignore it, push it down, but it always resurfaces, stronger each time.

"You're the other half of me," I whisper, my thumb tracing patterns on her bare skin. "My missing piece."

She shivers, her eyes searching mine. "I feel whole when I'm with you. Like everything makes sense."

In that moment, we're more than just lovers caught in a forbidden affair. It's deeper, more profound. It's a soul connection, a recognition of something fated.

I kiss her then, gently at first but with growing intensity. Our lips move together, conveying the depth of our feelings without words. It's a joining of souls.

Our kisses turn frantic, and I feel it in every fiber. She's my other half and the light that guides me.

Our tongues dance a sensual battle for dominance, reflecting the power dynamics of our relationship. But it's not just about control; it's about surrender, about the exquisite torture of yielding to the undeniable pull between us.

We lose ourselves in the kiss, and I know this is just the beginning. We have a lifetime to push boundaries and indulge in our forbidden love. Together, we'll find a way to make this work.

All I need is her—my soul mate, my other half—the only person who truly understands the darkness within me, accepts it, embraces it, and wants me despite it.