Chapter 3

　　Elle's POV

　　He rubbed his dick around my already swollen clit, my juices were dripping out faster than before. He put the head of his cock in before pulling out immediately.

　　"Please Adrian…" I cried, I was tired of being teased.

　　"Not yet," he said, pulling me up to sit. He sprang up to his feet, his cock bobbing up and down.

　　"Suck it," he said, staring at my lips. "Show me what those pretty lips can do."

　　I grabbed his dick, staring at it like I had just seen salvation. I could finally hold it in my hands. The dick that made my slutty pussy ache was finally in my hands.

　　I used my hands to massage it, up and down, massaging his balls.

　　He threw his head to the back, letting out a low groan. A sense of pride washed over me.

　　I had a strong effect on my brother.

　　And it made my pussy juice gush out more.

　　I wrapped my hands around him, my tongue slowly flicking his shaft licking his pre cum.

　　It tasted salty. Addicting.

　　Without warning, he slammed in with one brutal thrust, burying every inch so deep I felt him in my throat. He grabbed a fist full of my hair and started guiding my head, fucking it wildly.

　　My jaws ached, with spit splattered across my face and chest but the painful sting made my pussy drool more.

　　"Ella….fuckkk," he groaned, bucking his hips, he was about to cum.

　　I kept bopping my head up and down as his groans became louder. He pulled my hair harder, his dick moving in and out of my mouth faster.

　　"Fuck….Elle, fuck," he cried out. "I'm cumming."

　　I felt hot loads filling up my throat.

　　My brother's seeds were in my mouth.

　　And I swallowed every bit of it.

　　He sat on the edge of the bed, his chest still heaving and cock still half hard and glistening with the mess we made; thick streaks of his cum smeared down his shaft down unto his thigh.

　　His eyes were pitch black with his pupils dilated, locked on me like a predator.

　　He wasn't satisfied.

　　Neither was I.

　　The taste of him was still coated on my tongue; salty, musky and addictive. My jaw ached from how wide I'd stretched to take him.

　　My pussy throbbed painfully between my legs, it felt empty,dripping and clenching on nothing, begging for the real thing I had only been able to use my mouth to worship.

　　He stared at me long but only for a second.

　　Then he moved.

　　Fast.

　　My body landed half across his lap with my tits pressed to his chest. His free hand fisted my hair, really hard tilting my head back so I had no other choice but to meet those feral black eyes of his.

　　"You think sucking me off is enough?" His voice was low and dangerous.

　　"You think I'm gonna let you tease me with that greedy little mouth and then walk away without getting your cunt split by my cock?"

　　A sudden whimper came out of my mouth. I couldn't help it, my thighs squeezed together instinctively, trying to ease the ache between them.

　　"No," I breathed shakily. "I want the real thing. I want you inside me. I want my brother to fuck me like he means it."

　　His jaw clenched, with something dark and possessive flashing across his face.

　　"Good girl."

　　He flipped me onto my back in one motion and shoved me down into the mattress so hard my legs fell open automatically. My crotchless panties framed my soak, swollen pussy like an invitation.

　　He loomed over me, placing one hand to open my thigh as his hard cock hung heavy and fully hard. He wrapped his hands around the base and dragged it slowly against my folds, slow and deliberate coating himself with my juice and smearing it from my clit to my hole.

　　"Look at this mess," he growled. "You're fucking drenched just from choking on my dick. This pussy has been crying for me since you walked in here."

　　I arched, unable to stop myself. "Adrian… please fuck me now, I need it."

　　He pressed his head at my entrance, still teasing me.

　　"If you want it then beg for it." Now pushing it slowly. Not enough to make me feel pleasure but enough to stretch my folds open.

　　"Beg properly."

　　Unable to endure the torture any longer I moved my hips and with one thrust, it was in completely.

　　I moaned lightly from feeling the sudden sensation.

　　"Greedy huh?" He said before slamming in harder burying himself deep into my tummy.

　　The stretch was so immediate and overwhelming, burning so good that made my eyes roll.

　　My walls clamped tightly around him as if they were trying to push and pull him out on its own.

　　"Fuck, you're tight," he snarled through clenched teeth.

　　"So fuclung wet and greedy, this cunt was made for me."

　　He kept on railing into me, his dick slamming deep into my cervix . The wet squelch was loud and filthy mixed with the sound of his balls slapping my thighs.

　　My legs wrapped around his waist instinctively urging him to go deeper. I plunged my nails into his back, hard enough to leave marks.

　　He hissed from the pain ramming harder into me.

　　"Take it." He growled against my ear, nipping onto it. "Take every fucking inch. This is what you wanted, your brother ramming into your slutty hole."

　　"Yes…aah…yes" I sobbed. "Harder…don't stop…ruin me."

　　He reached between us, his thumb finding my clots and rubbing fast and hard on it mercilessly that it made my body jerk.

　　The pressure built so fast and I came with a scream, my back arching off of the bed. Clear liquid squirted out onto his abs and dripped down his balls.

　　He cursed low and kept on hammering into my pussy that was already sensitive. My vision blurred as he kept going.

　　"That's it, squirt on your brother's dick, show me how hard you need this."

　　His pace was going faster than before.

　　He was about to cum.

　　He latched onto one nipple, sucking hard on it.

　　"I'm going to fill you," he panted, voice wrecked. "I'm gonna pump this greedy pussy full. Gonna breed my little sister until you're dripping me all fucking day."

　　The words sent me over again, another orgasm crashing through me with my walls milking him like they were going to drain him dry.

　　He groaned, his hips stuttering and slammed in one last time.

　　He came with a roar, blasting deep into my walls before crashing onto my side.

　　Our chests were heaving, clearly exhausted when I turned towards him.

　　"You're not gay after all," I said smiling.

　　He turned towards me grinning.

　　Suddenly, we heard footsteps coming out from the door.

　　"Adrian, are you awake?"

　　It was Mom.