Total pages in book: 6
Estimated words: 5609 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 28(@200wpm)___ 22(@250wpm)___ 19(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 5609 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 28(@200wpm)___ 22(@250wpm)___ 19(@300wpm)
But this… this was different. Darker, and the last barrier. The one even the devil might blush at.
Damien stepped behind me, and I felt the heat first, then the blunt head of his cock sliding through my folds, gathering my wetness, coating himself. He dragged the tip upward, slow and deliberate, until it nudged the tight ring of my ass.
I sucked in a breath.
“Shhh,” he murmured, one big hand splaying across my lower back, pressing me down further so my ass lifted higher. “You begged for every hole to be claimed. You said you’d do anything to save your big brother from the ache the devil gave him. This is it, Lyla. This is the last sin we share.”
His other hand came around, fingers still slick from my mouth and my pussy, circling the puckered entrance. One finger pressed, gently at first, then firmer. I whimpered as the tip breached me, the stretch sharp and strange and so wrong in the house of God.
“Relax for me,” he growled. “Let your brother in. Let me take what no one else will ever have.”
I exhaled shakily, forcing my body to soften. The finger slid deeper. They were slow and relentless until his knuckle pressed against me. He twisted it, curled it, and I gasped at the foreign fullness, and the way it made every nerve light up.
“Good girl,” he praised, voice thick. “So tight. So perfect. You were made for this… for me.”
He added a second finger, and the burn intensified as he stretched me open. I bit my lip hard enough to taste copper. Tears pricked my eyes, but they weren’t from pain alone. They were from the sheer blasphemy of it.
My priest, my brother, was preparing my virgin ass in the same booth where I’d confessed my filthiest thoughts about him for months.
“Tell me you want it,” he demanded, scissoring his fingers, opening me wider. “Tell me you need your big brother’s cock in your ass. Say the words, sister. Make it real.”
“I want it,” I choked out. “I need you inside me… there. Please, Damien. Fuck my ass. Claim it. Make me yours in every way God never meant for us to be.”
A low, guttural sound tore from his throat. He withdrew his fingers, replacing them with the thick head of his cock. He pressed forward just enough to breach the first ring of muscle.
I cried out, sharp and broken.
“Shhh, baby,” he soothed, even as his hips flexed, pushing another inch inside. “Breathe. Take it for me. Take your brother’s cock like the good little sinner you are.”
The stretch was overwhelming. It burned. I felt full. This was impossible. I clawed at the wood, forehead pressed to the partition, tears streaming now. But beneath the pain was something hotter and darker.
The thrill of surrender. Of being utterly owned by the one man who was supposed to protect my soul, not ruin it.
He sank deeper in slow, merciless increments until his hips met my ass, and he was buried to the hilt. We both froze, panting.
“Fuck,” he hissed. “You’re strangling me. So tight. Jesus, Lyla, you feel like heaven and hell at the same time.”
He didn’t move at first. Just let me feel every thick inch claiming territory no one else would ever touch. Then slowly, Damien pulled back, almost all the way out, before sliding back in. The drag was exquisite torture.
“Touch yourself,” he commanded. “Rub that swollen clit while I fuck your ass. I want to feel you come with your brother’s cock buried in your dirtiest hole.”
My hand flew between my legs. My clit was slick, throbbing, and hypersensitive. I circled it frantically as he thrust in short, deep strokes at first, then longer, harder ones. The confessional filled with the obscene sounds of wet skin slapping, my choked moans, his ragged breaths, and the creak of old wood protesting our sacrilege.
“Harder,” I begged. “Please fuck me harder, big brother. Punish me for wanting this. For making you break your vows.”
He snarled, his grip bruising my hips, and slammed into me with punishing force. Each thrust drove me forward, my breasts swaying, nipples scraping the rough wood through my blouse. The pain and pleasure blurred until I couldn’t tell them apart.
“You’re mine,” he growled with every stroke. “This ass is mine. This pussy is mine. This mouth… all mine. No one else gets you. Ever. Say it.”
“Yours,” I sobbed. “Only yours. Forever.” My fingers flew faster over my clit. The pressure built, coiling tight and hot and wrong. I felt him thicken inside me, his rhythm faltering.
“Come with me,” he ordered. “Come on your big brother’s cock while I fill your ass. Let the Lord hear what sinners we are.”
The command shattered me. I moaned, the sound raw, broken, and unholy as the orgasm ripped through me. My ass clenched around him in violent spasms, milking him, pulling him deeper.