by Hawk, Chloe
I closed my eyes, remembering him snapping that picture of me, the one of my face covered in his cum. A warmth flew through me as I thought about how hot it had been, how much I’d loved being at his mercy, how much I’d wanted him to be in total control of me.
“So?” I said. I crossed the room to where he was sitting on the bed and got down on my knees in front of him. I looked up at him. “I liked it,” I said shyly.
“No, Avery. It’s not… It’s fucked up, what we’re doing. You deserve better than me.”
“You are all I need. You are all I want,” I said. I placed my palms on his thighs, and snaked my hands up until I felt his cock. He was starting to get hard through his pajama pants, and I put my hand on his shaft.
He grabbed my wrist, stopping me. “No,” he said. “We’re fucked up, Avery. We can’t keep doing this.”
“Please,” I said. I reached down and pulled my t-shirt off, exposing my bare breasts to him. “I want you to, Cole. I’ll do anything you want. I’ll beg you.”
Lust and desire overtook his face, and I saw him struggling, saw him trying to fight it.
“Please,” I said. “Please, Cole.” I squeezed my tits in my hands, pulled them up and held them in front of me, running my thumbs over the nipples as I presented myself to him.
He groaned. “Jesus, Avery.”
I pulled my breast up to my mouth and ran my tongue over the nipple.
“Fuck, Avery,” Cole moaned. “You are so fucking hot.”
I sucked harder on my nipple.
“Yeah, baby girl,” he said, and heat rushed to my center, dampening my panties. He only called me ‘baby girl’ when we were fucking, and hearing him call me that made my body instantly hot.
“Suck your nipples, Avery.”
I did as he instructed, sucking one and then the other, my eyes locked on his.
“Now take my dick out.”
He stood up and I pulled his pants and boxers down. His thick cock sprung from his pants, the tip already wet with precum.
“Suck it, baby,” he said. “Put it in your mouth.”
I took it in my hand, stroking it, then slipped it past my lips and into my mouth, bobbing up and down on his dick. I loved the feel of him in my mouth, loved the way he felt and tasted – salty and acrid and good.
He put his hand on the back of my head and pushed me down on his shaft.
“Good girl,” he said. “Look up at me, baby. Let me see your pretty eyes.”
I looked up at him, our eyes meeting as he choked me with his dick.
“Good girl. Now stay still.”
I stopped moving as he took control of my mouth, my body, my thoughts. I was his to do with as he pleased. The head of his cock pulsed in my mouth as he fucked my face, holding my head steady as he pounded my mouth with his thick, hard dick.
He pushed his cock all the way into my mouth, forcing me to deep throat him. He held it there and I resisted the urge to gag for as long as I could until finally, I couldn’t take it anymore.
I sputtered around his cock, and he took it out and brushed it against my lips.
“Suck my balls, Avery,” he commanded, his voice laced with passion.
I moved my mouth down to his balls, sucking on his skin, licking them and playing with them while I stroked his dick with my hand.
The whole time my brown eyes stayed trained on his blue ones, the two of us consumed by a force bigger than us, a force that was wrong and dysfunctional and deliciously sexy. I didn’t care about consequences or whether or not what we were doing was fucked up or wrong. All I cared about was pleasing Cole, of him taking over my body and using it for his pleasure.
He grabbed me by my hair and pulled me off his dick, then slapped his cock on my tongue.
Then he picked me up and threw me down on the bed.
“Get on all fours, baby girl,” he growled.
I got on all fours, and he reached up and slid his hand over my ass. “Shake your ass for me.”
I shook my ass for him and he rewarded me with a spank. “Good girl,” he growled. He got behind me, then reached down and grabbed my hair again, pulled me back up so that I was kneeling in front of him. His hard muscular chest pushed into my back, and he cupped my chin in his hand and turned my head so he could kiss me.
“Tell me you’re mine,” he breathed.
“I’m yours.”
“Again.”
“I’m yours, Cole.”
“Tell me no one else can touch you.”
“No one else can touch me.”
He pushed me away from him, so hard that I almost gasped as I ended up back on the bed. He pulled my thong over to the side and his finger dipped down and pushed against my asshole. I gasped.
“Tell me,” he said.
“I’m yours.”
“Beg.”
“I want you to fuck me,” I whined.
“Where?”
The tip of his finger slid into my ass, spreading it out around him. He spit on it, letting his saliva lubricate me as he pushed in a tiny bit further. My breath caught in my chest and I whimpered.
“Where?” he demanded.
“Anywhere you want.”
“Your ass?”
“Yes.” His finger slid in further as he spit on me again. Pain and pressure pulsed through my body, along with a deep sense of pleasure that pooled in my belly, searing and wrong.
“Tell me.”
“I want you to take me in the ass,” I said.
“Have you ever had it in the ass before, Avery?” he demanded.
“No.” I shook my head.
“I’ll be your first. Your only.” His voice was laced with satisfaction and hunger, and I realized his need was stemming from the fact that he’d seen me with Jeffrey on that video. He wanted to claim me, wanted to own me in a way that no one ever had before. The thought excited and repulsed me at the same time.
“Yes,” I breathed.
I pushed the side of my face further into the bed as I felt him come up behind me. He held his shaft in his hand and moved it over the slit of my pussy, getting his cock wet with my desire. Then he moved it to my ass.
“Cole,” I gasped. “Please, I’m…”
“Don’t be nervous, baby girl,” he said. “I’ll go nice and slow.”
“Okay.” I breathed out as I felt the tip of him slide into my ass.
The pressure was almost unbearable, the stretching weird and foreign. I gasped and said, “Cole,” again.
He stopped, letting me get used to his width spreading me apart. He put his finger on my clit and rubbed it, and the ecstasy that coursed through my body from his touch dulled the uncomfortableness of his dick being in my ass. He pushed in a little bit further, inching inside of me slowly, the whole time rubbing my clit with his finger.
I was shocked at how easily I stretched out around him, how quickly something that had been so uncomfortable could turn to such bliss.
He pushed all the way inside of me with one final thrust, and then stopped. His hips were pushed up flush against my ass, his dick buried inside of me.
“Fuck,” he breathed. “Your ass is so tight, baby girl.”
I flushed, my breathing coming fast and hard. He rubbed his hand over my ass cheeks, then pulled back and spanked me again.
I moaned out loud.
“You like that, sweetheart?”
“Yes.”
“Tell me.”
“I like when you spank me, Cole.” He slapped me again, harder this time.
“Where’s my cock?”
“In my ass.”
“Where?”
“In my ass,” I moaned, and just saying the words out loud, coupled with the fact that he was making me say them, demanding me to say what he wanted, to say out loud that I’d allowed him to take me in my most private spot, flooded my body with desire.
His dick felt amazing in my ass now, and I hungered for him to start really fucking me, to start thrusting in and out of me hard and fast.
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As if he was reading my thoughts, he pulled out a tiny bit and then pushed all the way back inside of me.
I groaned.
My pussy was dripping wet, both from Cole’s domination of my body and from his fingers, which hadn’t stopped rubbing my clit.
He began to fuck me then.
His patience was spent – him taking the time to let me get used to how he felt inside of me was done.
He fucked my ass hard, his balls slapping against my pussy, his fingers continuing to move against the engorged nub of my clit, rubbing and stroking and teasing.
I buried my face into his comforter and bit the blanket to keep from crying out, but after the first initial shocking thrusts, my body relaxed around him and I began to feel nothing but deep, sensual pleasure.
He grabbed my hair and pulled me back up toward him, forcing me to arch my back and take his cock deeper into my ass.
“Fuck, Avery,” he groaned as he began pounding me harder and faster. “Your ass is so tight.”
I groaned as he fucked me, as my stepbrother owned my body and took it as his own. I was his, to do whatever he wanted with.
He fucked me harder and harder, pulling me back to kiss me on the mouth as his hips pistoned into me, making me take him deep into my ass.
“Cole,” I groaned into his mouth. “I’m going to come.”
He pulled back and grinned at me wickedly, his eyes hooded with desire. He stopped moving, keeping his dick still inside my ass.
“No,” I moaned, trying to wiggle back on him. But he grabbed me by the hair and held me tight.
“Beg, Avery.”
“Please let me come, Cole,” I said. “Please.”
“More.” He yanked my hair harder, until my head snapped back further.
“Let me come, please,” I said. “I’m yours, Cole. I belong to you.”
He released me then, pushed me back down on the bed and held the back of my neck as he continued his assault on my ass.
I came a moment later, my orgasm the most intense I’d ever had. His fingers were buried in my pussy, his dick buried in my ass, and the sensation of being filled in two holes was the most powerful, all-consuming ecstasy I’d ever felt in my life.
I came all over him, my orgasm pulsing through me, shattering me until I broke into a million pieces, my body a shivering, spent mess.
“Shit, Avery,” Cole groaned. A moment later, I felt Cole pull out of me, and felt him spray my ass with his cum, shot after shot of hot, sticky liquid that dripped down and pooled around my pussy.
He took his dick in his hand, rubbed the head of all over me, rubbing his seed into my skin.
I felt the weight of his body being removed from mine. I turned over and watched as he picked his pants up off the floor and pulled them up over his flat stomach and slim hips.
I waited for him to slide into bed next to me, or to at least say something.
But instead, he just turned and walked from the room.
A second later, I heard the sounds of the television coming from the living room.
He was shut down again, completely guarded and unreachable.
My eyes filled with tears as I curled into a ball on his bed.
From the other side of the room, the reflection of the video on Cole’s computer flashed against the window, an image of me up against the tree, looking over my shoulder, frozen.
I’d felt so used that day.
And now I felt used again.
Had something changed? Had Cole seeing that video caused him to lose respect for me?
I stayed there for a second, shivering, then got up and walked back to my room.
Something had changed between me and Cole.
I’d thought he could be the one to save me.
But I was starting to realize no one could save me but myself.
And that would never happen as long as I kept making the same mistakes over and over again, putting my trust in people who didn’t deserve it.
He’s done bad things, Avery, horrible things.
For the first time, I was beginning to think my mom may have been right…
END OF BOOK EIGHT
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CAGE
It should never have happened.
I should have never gotten in this deep.
Not with Grace.
Not with the show.
Not with any of it.
I should have put a stop to it as soon as it began.
But the truth was, I liked playing with fire. The risk, the danger – it was all part of the fun.
Especially when it came to my stepsister.
I couldn’t resist her -- – her tits, her ass, her pussy, her mouth, her heart. To try to stay away from her would have driven me insane, even more insane than I ended up going from trying to keep her safe.
As soon as I she came back into my life, she consumed every thought I had.
I had to have her.
And when you were used to getting whatever you wanted, no was never an option.
It started on a Friday night, the day before my dad’s wedding, while I was filling up at a gas station on Route 15 in Clifton. I was thinking about how fucking stupid it was that my mom was getting married to her long-time boyfriend. If you could even call two people in their fifties boyfriend and girlfriend. I’d driven up from my house in the city, and I was impatient to get to the rehearsal dinner and get this whole charade over with.
A car pulled up at the pump on the other side of the station, an old clunker that was making an intense rattling noise and missing a front hubcap.
A girl stepped out of the car. She was probably about twenty-one or twenty-two, and I took my time, letting my eyes run all over her body. Tight white shorts encased a perfect round bubble ass, her legs long and tan. She had on a pink t-shirt that was way too big for her, but it dipped down in the front, showing off a little bit of her impressive cleavage. One of the sleeves was falling off her shoulder, and I caught a glimpse of a lacy black bra strap. She was wearing sunglasses, and her long dark blonde hair covered her face, but I could see well enough to make out a pair of full pink lips.
I watched as she started filling up her car, thinking about those nice full lips sucking on my dick. I’d take my hands and grab her hair, pull the strands tight as I fucked her face good and hard.
Then I’d flip her over and push right into her pussy. She’d be all wet and tight, and I’d make her shake her bubble ass for me as I pumped into her. I wondered if she had one of those tramp stamps on her back, those tattoos that a lot of girls had. I thought they were sexy as hell. If she didn’t have one, I’d shoot my load all over where it would have been, tattooing her with my cum.
She only filled her car with a little bit of gas before heading for the door of the station, that ass jiggling as she went, her shorts so short I was almost sure I could see the bottom of an ass cheek sticking out. Shit, she was hot.
I didn’t remember anyone that hot ever living here. I’d fucked all the hot girls in this town by the time I’d graduated high school high school seven years ago. She would have been too young for me then – a freshman when I was a senior, probably. Not that that would have stopped me.
I finished pumping my gas and followed her into the station. I’d paid at the pump, but I wanted to get another look at that sweet little ass, and a better look at those nice round titties. By rule, I was an ass man, but I was never going to ignore a good pair of tits. I thought about how late it would make me for the rehearsal dinner if I stopped to fuck her.
I had a suite at the Copley Hotel.
I could take her back there, strip her down and have my way with her.
When I got inside, she was up at the register, and I walked up behind her. She was even hotter up close – all tan legs and long limbs, her wavy dark blond hair tangled and falling halfway down her ba
ck.
She was arguing with the clerk.
“Can you run it again?” she asked. “I know I have money in there.”
“I ran it twice,” the cashier said. She was an older woman with a bored expression on her face, and she handed a debit card back to the girl.
“Maybe I put my pin in wrong,” the girl said. “What does it say on the screen?” She stood on her tiptoes and leaned over the counter to get a look at the register.
My cock twitched in my pants as she bent over. I thought about pulling those little shorts off of her, sliding into her from behind. She’d push her pussy into me and I’d hold her tight, not letting her move until I was buried deep inside of her of hole.
I wondered if she was a moaner. I loved when chicks groaned and wiggled all around.
“It says ‘insufficient funds’,” the woman running the register said. “Now, I’m sorry, miss, but you’re going to have to figure out a way to pay for the gas. And if you can’t, then I’m going to have to call the police.”
I sensed my opening.
“I don’t mean to butt in,” I lied, moving so that I was standing next to the blonde. I looked down at the debit card in her hand, getting an eyeful of creamy tan cleavage in the process. “But if you need money, I’d be happy to take care of it.”
I took my credit card out of my wallet and slid it through the reader, turning to look at the girl as the register accepted the payment and started printing out the receipt.
“I’m Cage,” I said, holding my hand out. But she didn’t take it. Instead, she frowned.
Then she lifted her sunglasses off her eyes, pushing them up and over her head so that her hair was pushed back from her face.
“Cage?” she repeated incredulously.
“Oh, shit,” I breathed.
It wasn’t some hot blonde.
It was my stepsister.
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