Taboo Passions (Sylvia & Zach 1-3)
That raw, hard rod filled her up more than she could’ve imagined, and even as he kept her pinned down beneath him, he raised one hand up from her hips to grasp at her pert little breasts, then switched, so that he was grasping them both.
All the years of mocking her tiny chest size, and there he was… groping at them, as if they were the finest pair he’d ever felt. And she knew for a fact he’d had some big ones. He’d gone out with that bimbo Alicia after all, and she had the biggest rack in the whole school — and then some!
He loomed over her, staring down at her with such twisted desire and affection as he squeezed her tits and began to tug back on his hips, pulling her tight little twat along with his cock until he slid slowly back.
It had hurt, she couldn’t deny that. But when he was hilted within her, playing with her breasts, that pain quickly disappeared and was replaced with such raw, animal need. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him in and grinding herself against his cock. She didn’t want him to leave her, and she mashed her sensitive, over-pleasured clit against his pubic hair.
Looking over her pale body to where she intersected with his tanned form was crass as anything she’d ever seen, but hotter than the sun. Her breathing quickened again as she ground into him, not caring that his cock was completely bare within her.
“Zach,” she murmured, her brain too foggy for more intense words than that.
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Her brother certainly minded the raw, unprotected nature of her first time no more than she did. He was groaning hoarsely and roughly as he fucked her. His powerful body forcing back against her legs to then thrust back in, denying her control of the situation as he pumped into her little cunny. The loud slap of those heavy, cum-laden balls against her ass filling her room just as the scent of their fucking already did.
“Sis,” he growled out in response to her. At last a discernable word!
Though it sent a shiver through her. A reminder of how wrong what they were doing was.
What if he actually got her pregnant?
Another chill ran down her spine, but she looked up at him through her lidded eyes and wondered if it’d be so bad. Being her big brother’s little pregnant princess. Her mouth trembled again as she lowered her legs, giving him the control even as she lifted her hips and took him in deeper.
It wasn’t long ago, after all, that she was thinking of how great it’d be if her brother’s friend would fuck her, knock her up, and free her from a life of constant struggle to perfect her body, perfect her skill at her gymnastic art. Would it really be so different if it were Zach taking his place in that fantasy instead? He was bigger, hotter… more virile.
Oh her mind was getting away from her!
Of course, there were a myriad of downsides, but then in the moment… she could think of none. Not the shame of being found out, certainly. Lust clouded her mind, and there was just the raw thrust of a big, meaty dick filling her up again and again, and what it’d mean when those loud moans of his would signal his climax inside her.
It was so wrong, but it felt impossibly right. Like all the stars had just aligned, and she brought her fingers down to her clit, beginning to rub that over sensitive bud before he slapped her hand away.
Her eyes widened in shock, and he was looking down on her, looking dangerous and hot as hell.
“Did I say you could touch yourself, Princess?”
Those words did such things to her mind, making her moan before she could even stop herself.
“No,” she murmured.
He caught her wrist, holding it and pinning it over her head, keeping her in place as his mouth found hers. It was hard, an almost bruising kiss, and it stole her breath away.
She never would’ve expected such passion from her big brother, such all-consuming fiery passion. Yet there it was, in the way he pinned her down, in the way he kissed her so deep and hard, in the way he fucked her like it wasn’t just her first time, but his. As if the pleasure he got from sticking his dick into her was incomparable to any of his past experiences.
Was it too much to hope he was just as obsessed with her?
His fingers ran down along her side, over her hip, before they snaked in between them and his thumb found her clit. His tongue whipped against hers as he ground his hips into hers before breaking the kiss.
“You ask for permission from now on, because this is mine,” he growled.
His?
Her entire body trembled, a pulse of pleasure going through her and making her cry out at his words, at how they made her feel.
She’d never been so turned on in her life.
“You’re going to cum in me?”
He gave her tit an extra rough squeeze before bringing his hand up to cup her cheek and force her gaze upon his, making their eyes lock intensely as he pumped her cunt and worked her clit.