RAVAGED BY HIM

Sophie knew what she was doing was wrong and even immoral but she couldn't look away. She was so enraptured by the sinful sight of Connor sitting on his chair, naked, furiously jerking himself off as he watched a hardcore porno on the computer. He had no idea that she was there since she had been let out of class early. Surely, Connor had kept his bedroom door ajar to hear if someone had come home. But she had been so silent that he hadn't even heard her.

And she knew she was going straight to hell for admitting this, but she was so happy that she had walked into this delicious scene before her. She couldn't take her gaze away from him as he fucked himself with his fist; he was facing away from her but he was angled back in his office chair so she could see his hand wrapped around his long, thick, pulsating cock that was completely drenched. He was so encapsulated in visceral pleasure that he was thrusting against his closed fist, jutting his hips upward and moaning. The wet, slippery sound of his hand working up and down his velvety cock saturated the still room until Connor gasped and went completely still.

"Fuck me!" he hissed.

Sophie felt like she was coming herself as she bit down her lower lip to suppress the whimper that almost escaped her. Connor's hips jerked upward and a sexy, feral growl emitted from him before jet after jet of his white, thick cum shot out of him like a waterfall, landing on his sculpted abs and toned chest. To her complete shock, he began touching himself again, using his own spilled cum as lubrication. His entire body violently shook before he moaned and came even harder than the first time; his cum gushed out of him like a geyser, even landing on the hardwood floor. The erotic, sinful sound of his cum splashing on the floor forced Sofia's knees to buckle and her virgin cunt to throb in painful desire. She imagined Connor's heavy, full balls of fertile cum pumping inside of her womb and that mere image alone forced a tiny moan to escape her. She realized her mistake but it was too late; Connor had heard her and whipped around in his seat to face his silent voyeur. Sofia's brain screamed at her to run away but her body stayed put, the yearning expression in her eyes clearly evident for him to see. When he finally recognized who had been secretly watching him, his eyes widened in complete shock.

"Sophie?"

His deep, sexy voice sounded so confused and...betrayed. Panicking, Sophie quickly darted down the hall and locked herself in her bedroom, throwing herself against the bed. Her heart was thundering in her little chest and her hands were shaking in a mixture of arousal and apprehension. Would he tell their parents about what had just transpired? While Connor was clearly in sync with his sensual, erotic side, her stepfather, William, was most definitely not; he viewed any sex outside of marriage as immoral and worthy of God's punishment. If Connor told William of what just happened, she would most definitely pay the consequences...

The knock on the door was inevitable. Sophie's throat tightened and her eyes welled up with tears as she nervously walked to the door to unlock it and open it. She expected him to be glaring at her with his arms crossed, scowling even. When she saw the neutral expression on his handsome face, though, it completely took her back. He was fully clothed, of course, wearing a black V-neck shirt and ripped denim jeans.

"How long were you there watching me?"

His potent green eyes bore into her soul and it took everything in her to not lunge herself at him and kiss him. Fuck me, ravage me, own me, make me yours. But she couldn't have the one person she wanted because he was off limits. He was her brother, regardless if she was adopted.

"I-I'm sorry, Connor," she stammered. "I shouldn't have been doing that. That was wrong of me. Please don't tell mom or dad about this. It won't ever happen again."

A full minute passed in complete silence as they both gazed at each other intently. At six feet, two inches, Connor towered over Sophie, but he had never felt intimidated or threatened by him. Right now, though, she couldn't deny the palpitating energy simmering between the both of them. Even though Sophie had gained some weight during her senior year, she couldn't deny that she had a scintillating figure with her C-cup breasts, wide hips, and round ass. A tremor ran through her body as he did something that he had never done before; his gaze wandered down her curvy body before settling back to her face.

"You liked what you saw?" he asked in a low, raspy whisper. "Is that why you kept watching, knowing you were going to get caught?"

Sophie's cheeks burned and her clit throbbed incessantly at the sexy image of his cum gushing out of him, spraying himself and even the floor in his hot, thick seed. "Yes. I loved it. It was the sexiest thing I've ever seen."

A few tenuous moments passed before he nodded. "I won't tell mom and dad about this."

Relief swelled within Sophie's cheeks. Until Connor chuckled and took a step toward her, keeping his gaze on her face. Excitement glimmered in his forest green eyes before he extended his right arm and caressed her left smooth cheek.

"The sexiest thing you ever saw, huh?" Lust flickered in his eyes. "You know, I could easily blackmail you."

Sophie shivered in a mixture of excitement and dread. "B-blackmail me?"

"Yes." His long, lean fingers traced her jaw. "In exchange for our secret, I could demand you to do whatever I pleased. I could handcuff your little wrists together and feed you my cock and balls. Run my fingers through your hair and call you my dirty little cock whore. But it wouldn't be a punishment for you, would it? You would enjoy every second of it."

She gasped and her eyes widened. "How'd you know I like that stuff?"

He smirked as he ran his thumb over her plump lower lip. "I'm not like the other boys. I notice things. I've seen the type of books you read in your room." He hummed. "Or I could make you touch yourself in front of me until you came twice. That would be fair."

Sophie gulped. "Okay. Okay. As long as you don't tell them."

She was ready to walk over to the bed when Connor abruptly brought his hand down to her left wrist, squeezing it lightly. "No. You don't have to do any of those things, Sophie. I'm not a selfish asshole." He sighed and took his hand away. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said any of that. You're my little sister. I should be protecting you, not hurting you."

The sound of the front door opening downstairs startled them both, grounding them back to reality. A sad smile grew on Connor's lips before he laughed.

"If only we weren't brother and sister. I'd make you mine."

~~Ten years later~~

If only we weren't brother and sister. I'd make you mine.

Sophie found it amazing how in ten years, so much could change. Moving out to college. Obtaining both her bachelor's and master's degrees. Getting married. Having kids. Getting further in her career. Yet those words that Connor had uttered to her ten years ago in her bedroom continued to haunt her psyche. Even though she loved her husband, Derek, with all her heart, they lacked that simmering, explosive sexual chemistry that she had experienced with Connor. She tried to get Derek to use her the way she craved; she longed to feel his strong hand wrapped around her vulnerable neck while he rode her face all night, but Derek didn't have a drop of kink in his system. He was an amazing, devoted father and a fiercely loyal husband. He lavished her in beautiful, expensive jewelry and made sure that she wore the most elegant clothes.

But she couldn't deny the incessant, primal attraction to Connor that continued to haunt both her conscious and subconscious mind. Connor had also fared well in life; he was CEO of a small yet highly successful marketing agency and had married a stunning, bombshell blonde. She was everything that Sophie wasn't; she was tall, fit, tan and every straight man's fantasy. But Sophie's instincts were telling her that she was not the kinky goddess that he needed, either.

This myriad of thoughts percolated in her brain as she sat on the couch and sipped her wine, watching her family laugh, reminisce, eat and drink. Christmas was always filled with joy and celebration, but for some reason, this year it felt vacant and hollow. Something was missing. And she knew exactly what was missing...

"There's my little sis." Connor's sexy, deep voice immediately turned Sophie on, forcing her nipples to harden painfully and her little clit to pulsate at once. "Why is she all by herself over here looking sad?"

Sophie avoided his gaze and glanced at Marissa, his wife. The hollow pit inside her chest expanded and expanded until it felt like she was going to burst into tiny, indistinguishable fragments. How she longed to be in Marissa's place. She would make sure Connor's every desire was met with genuine passion, enthusiasm, and vigor. But Sophie highly doubted that her stepbrother was into kink anymore, since Marissa was a devout Christian. Sophie hated to admit it, but she couldn't deny the fact that Marissa had turned Connor into a completely different man; one that was extremely religious and not as close to his parents and herself since they weren't religious fanatics, either.

She finally set her tipsy gaze on Connor's clean-shaven, handsome face. She took a long, hurried gulp of the cabernet and shook her head. "Just having a quiet moment. You know how impossible that is to have with work and having a family."

"I know all too well." He glanced at the large dining room table where their combined families cheerily talked, laughed and ate. "Why don't we sneak away downstairs and have some real drinks?"

Sophie's mind-numbing sadness dissipated immediately and quickly transformed into excitement. "Are you serious? The wife won't berate you?"

Connor laughed. "I'm allowed to drink as much as I want on the holidays. Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Year's. Lucky me, right?"

Allowed to? Clearly, through that brief, sexually tense encounter they had both experienced ten years ago, Sophie couldn't deny that Connor was a dom at heart. The way he confidently had said those sexually explicit words to her proved that he relished being in control in the bedroom. So the fact that Marissa had complete dominion over her stepbrother's every action completely shocked her. Thankfully, Sophie was quick to mask her disapproval and surprise and grin in genuine excitement.

"Does that mean I get to drink the best long island iced tea in the world?"

He winked at her. "You bet."

Connor laughed as Sophie literally jumped out of her seat and headed straight down to their parents' basement, which had always been her favorite part of the house. There was a small bar nestled in the back right corner, along with a fifty-inch flat screen TV hanging on the middle of the wall, along with a large, beautiful, black pool table centered in the middle of the basement. Adrenaline surged through Sophie's system at the thought of having some alone time with her stepbrother; it had been years since they had been able to spend some one on one time in this manner. And she couldn't deny it; she still had an undeniable attraction to him, and she couldn't help but feel that he explicitly avoided her because of their little secret...

"I hope you don't mind that it's going to be extra strong," he said behind the bar. "It's been a rough week for me. I kind of just want to get fucked up and let it all out of my system, you know?"

Despite her intuition telling her that it probably had to do with Marissa, she kept quiet about it. "Of course. You know I'd be the last person to judge you, Connor."

He grinned at her. "Thanks, lil sis."

She intently watched him as he seamlessly crafted their mixed drinks. God, he was exquisitely beautiful. Not just on the outside but from within. He was wearing a navy suit with a white collared shirt and no tie; she loved that he was so well dressed and took care of his appearance, even during family events. His raven hair was slicked back and buzzed on the sides and she swore that he got more handsome with each passing year.

"All done," he said as he handed her the cocktail. "Careful, it's strong."

"Thank you." She smiled at him. "Wanna sit down on the couch and watch the tube?"

He shrugged. "Sure. I get enough of it at home with the wife, but it's alright."

I can make you happy, she thought to herself as she joined him on the couch. She imagined herself kneeling before him, kissing his hardness through his slacks while she gazed up at him. Her heart raced as they both sat down next to each other and got themselves comfortable. She hadn't been alone with him in such a long time; it had been years. They had never spoken about that incident, and even though it was a mere caress and exchange of words, it was the most sensual, erotic act that she had ever experienced.

She didn't bring that up, though; instead, she focused on turning the TV on and flipping through the channels until she found The Food Network. The last thing she should be watching since she was on a diet, but she knew that Connor loved food and that he was a huge foodie, so she left it there for him.

"Cupcake Wars," he said before guzzling down half his drink. "Who knew that such a silly idea could be so amazing."

Sophie nodded. "I agree. It's a great show."

"You sound so sad."

Always the intuitive one, she thought to herself. She avoided his gaze as she struggled to restrain her tears. She had remained strong for so long, but now she couldn't take it; she was finally succumbing to the sad reality that she was trapped in a marriage that left her feeling hollow and aching for those primal, kinky, voracious desires that haunted her psyche day and night.

"Give me more whiskey and I'll start talking more," she playfully said.

Connor took her seriously because he quickly stood up and walked over to the bar to grab the bottle of Jack Daniel's. He poured a substantial amount of it into his half-empty glass and poured a good amount of it into hers. After a long chug of her potent drink, she felt herself relax and her inhibitions slowly fade away into the ether.

"Thank you," she said as she started feeling the effects of the alcohol in her system. "I guess it's pretty simple. I crave things that are missing in my marriage."

"What things?"

Sophie didn't even hesitate or blink as she said, "Sex. Primal fucking. Endless orgasms."

Connor almost spurted out his drink. Normally, Sophie would have never replied in such a manner. But she was getting more drunk by the second and had nothing to lose. Her stepbrother seemed to be in alignment with her attitude, though, because he simply nodded.

"He's vanilla?" he casually asked.

"Pure vanilla. Not even a hint of kink in his system."

"Have you talked to him about it? Maybe he has the same fantasies as you."

Sophie couldn't help but laugh as she quickly finished her drink. "He thinks anal sex is kinky. It's not! I need a hand around my neck while I'm getting roughly throat fucked. I need to get my hair pulled. It's not a lifestyle for me. It's who I am. And I'm never going to get it!"

"You should never say never."

"But it's true," she said as her voice cracked and tears glimmered in her vision. "I just need to accept it. And get over it."

She set her glass on the coffee table and before she knew it, his right hand was wrapped around her throat, lightly squeezing. She gasped and her entire body shook in absolute arousal; she felt as if she were dreaming as she gazed into his blue eyes simmering with barely restrained lust.

"You know, I went out that night and fucked a girl I met at the bar down the street so hard, pretending that it was you. I came three times, thinking of your beautiful face, your beautiful body, your beautiful mind."

Sophie was rendered speechless as he caressed her left cheek with his free hand. She moaned when he lowered his left hand down to her full B-cup breasts. Even though she had lost some weight in the past few years, she still retained her curvy, inviting figure. He gently squeezed her left breast and she shuddered violently, leaning into his touch. He quickly retracted both of his hands and sighed in both profound frustration and sadness.

"We can't, Sophie," he tautly whispered. "In another life, I'm balls deep inside of you, fucking all of your holes and filling you with all of the hot cum you desire. But in this one, I'm your brother. Even if we weren't married, we still couldn't do it."

Sophie didn't say a word as she leaned back against the couch and quickly undressed. She knew that she didn't have a bikini body but she also knew that Connor wanted her by the prominent bulge in his pants. The way he was avidly staring at her with raw desire in his beautiful blue eyes compelled her to take everything off until she was completely naked. He moaned and shivered when she spread her legs, exposing the most intimate part of her body. She slowly brought her hand down to her slick, slippery folds and shuddered when her middle finger grazed her wet, hot core.

"If you can't fuck me, then at least I can return the favor I owe you," she firmly said as she stared at him. "Watch me fuck myself, Connor. The same way I watched you touch yourself ten years ago."

She hadn't touched herself in months; her orgasms never satiated the fervent hunger residing deep within her. If anything, it only worsened the persisting aching that plagued her. Whenever she had sex with Derek, she always had to use a substantial amount of lube since he barely turned her on. It was a sad fact that she tried her best in vain to change but to no avail. Her pussy was completely shaved so Connor could see her glistening, wet, pink folds as she slid her finger through them, moaning when in complete heat when he got closer to her on the couch.

"Connor," she said in a shaky whisper. "I'm so wet for you. I need you."

He bit his lower lip as his heady gaze hovered over her finger circling her puffy, sensitive clit. "What are you thinking about right now?"

She lowered her left hand to her left breast to pinch the taut nipple, which sent more liquid heat to her core. "You, fucking my face. Hard. My spit everywhere. All I can smell, taste and hear is you. Your balls rubbing my nose. My throat milking your cock."

"Fuck." He hissed. "You ever have a man fuck you like that? Own you in that way?"

"Never. The only man I trust with my body in that way is forbidden, off limits."

His torn expression said it all: lust, sadness, frustration, and temptation. He seemed completely split between gorging himself on her and running away. A full minute passed with nothing spoken between them as he eagerly watched her fuck herself; she was absolutely drenched and the slippery, wet sounds of her fingering her cunt echoed throughout the silent, still basement until she was arching her back and covering her mouth with her free to stifle the loud moan that wanted to escape her.

"Connor," she urgently whispered. "I'm going to come. I'm going to come so hard."

He was rendered speechless as he watched her orgasm unfurl right before him. Her eyes rolled back and a spasm of pleasure overtook her body as she surrendered to the exquisite orgasm that shook her to her very core. Wetness flooded her finger and a tiny whimper escaped her before her womb clenched and the waves of exquisite pleasure overtook her entire body.

"Fuck me hard, Connor," she whimpered. "Fuck all of my holes. Make me your little cum slut."

To her complete shock, she came again, only this time she actually squirted, something which she hadn't been able to achieve in years. She slapped her hand over her mouth in an attempt to stifle the scream of visceral pleasure that overtook her curvy, petite body, but the orgasm was too much; she found herself trembling from head to foot in otherworldly pleasure as her pussy throbbed incessantly.Her body was so hypersensitive, so highly aroused, that she gasped when she felt his warm breath next to her ear, his sensual, dominant aura infiltrating her senses. She felt like she was going to come again when he wrapped his right hand around her neck again, only this time it was more firm and confident.

"Monday morning. Come into my office wearing nothing but black lingerie underneath your jacket and a pair of black heels. Understood?"

***

Waiting for an almost entire week to see Connor was pure hell. Playing the part of a content, vanilla dutiful wife for Derek and the kids felt like torture; her conscience weighed heavily on her and there were times during the week that she almost texted him saying she couldn't do it. Uncertainty had her doubting herself, too; how was she going to satisfy such a sexy, handsome dominant man when she barely had any confidence when she was sober? If it weren't for the alcohol on Christmas day, that entire interaction between them would have never happened.

Which is why she chose to go to her best friend's salon on Sunday morning and get her hair done. She felt like a completely different person, one that was finally living her authentic life without fear. When her best friend, Alyssa, finally finished the long process of dying Sophie's long, dark brown hair beach blonde, she almost cried, not out of regret but because she looked like a completely different new person.

Despite her sexy new hair, Sophie still felt trepidation as she greeted the secretary at Connor's job and she quickly introduced herself as his sister. His stepsister that was about to fully submit to him in every way possible. Even though her heart was racing so rapidly and her hands were shaky, she mustered the confidence to follow the secretary to the elevator, where they took it to the fifth floor until she showed Sophie Connor's office. When the door opened and Connor appeared on the other side of the threshold wearing his navy suit and they both stared at each other for a few fleeting moments in complete silence, Sophie thought that perhaps he hated her new hair color. But then he slowly raised his right arm and gently ran his fingers through her wavy, soft locks.

"So beautiful," he whispered. "I love the new hair."

She felt her cheeks flush in appreciation. "Thank you, Connor."

"Please come in," he said as he stepped to the side.

Once she was inside his office and he shut the door, the broiling anxiety that she had felt prior to arriving here dissipated. She took off her black Cole Haan jacket and carefully placed it around the guest chair in front of his desk. She silently prayed that Connor still found her attractive now that they were sober and alcohol wasn't swimming in their veins. When she turned around and faced him, she was elated to see the visceral look of desire imprinted on his handsome face. She was silent as he silently walked over to her and gingerly caressed her soft, supple cheek while his hungry gazed roamed her curvy body.

"You're so fucking sexy," he tautly whispered. "Do you really want to do this?"

Instead of answering him, she knelt before him and looked up at him as she slowly unbuckled his belt and undid his pants. She kissed his hardness through his black boxer briefs and he violently shuddered before running his hand through her long, wavy, blonde locks.

"Let me worship you, please," she urgently whispered. "I need to have your cock down my throat. Use my hot little mouth."

Connor pulled her hair, hard, making her whimper. "I will, my little slut. I'm going to face fuck you so hard while you are stretched out on my desk. That way you can take all of me while I watch you finger fuck yourself until you squirt your cum everywhere. Get on the desk and hang your head over the edge."

Sophie quickly got up and went over to his desk to stretch herself on it, which was completely bare. She spread her legs and even though she had been in his mere presence so far for less than five minutes, her panties were damp with arousal already. Connor took off his pants and boxers and after neatly folding them on the chair, he stood before her with his veiny, thick eight-inch cock hovering right over her face. He was completely clean shaven and she closed her eyes before he firmly planted both of his arms next to her and he slowly slid the tip of his swollen cock past her full, soft lips. His moan made her womb throb and his entire body trembled as he slowly fed her his throbbing, beautiful cock.

"Yes, take all of me down your throat," he said in a shaky whisper. "Take all of me, Sophie."

Hearing him utter her name reignited the simmering, potent lust that she had tried to extinguish for the past ten years that only worsened with time. She felt like he was trying his best to restrain himself but she wanted him to let go completely, so she wrapped her arms around his hips and pulled him closer toward her, forcing his cock to glide further down her throat until his heavy, swollen balls were resting against her nose. He gasped and she felt his cock twitch inside of her throat when she slid her right hand down her soft, feminine body, all the way down to her damp, lacy underwear that was damp with arousal.

"Fuck," he hoarsely whispered. "It feels so good. Take off your underwear. I want to see that beautiful pussy gush."

She lifted her hips up to nimbly take off her underwear. At the same time that she did that, he swiftly took out her full, round B-cup breasts from the black lacy bra to unveil her taut, hard nipples that were begging to be pinched, smacked and tugged. It was as if he could read her mind because he gently tweaked her sensitive nipples as he began to thrust in and out of her mouth. She slipped her middle finger into her slippery, tight slit and a muffled whimper escaped her as ecstasy unfurled throughout her entire body, forcing her body to tremble to the delicious, intoxicating sensations of her little mouth being used so perfectly by Connor.

"I could fuck you all day like this," he whispered. "Feeding you my cock, teasing your nipples and watching you finger that wet, beautiful pussy."

Sophie felt as if she were dreaming as he wrapped his right hand around her neck at the same time that his thrusts became more demanding and rough. All she could smell, taste, feel and hear was him; his cock pumping in and out of her mouth, his smooth-shaven, heavy balls marking her with his clean, masculine, musky scent. She had been so insanely turned on for the past five days that she felt as if she were about to come any second from all the sensations assaulting her at once. His left forefinger and thumb continued to gently tug at her taut nipple while she fucked her soaking, tight pussy that needed his beautiful cock to fill her. Just the mere thought of him fucking her hard initiated her orgasm; her womb clenched around her finger and her back arched as her entire body succumbed to the delicious pleasure.

"Yes," Connor hissed. "Come for me, my beautiful fuck doll. Come hard again. Don't hold back."

Connor was face fucking her so hard and deep; she could feel the thick strands of her warm saliva streaming down her face, dripping down to the floor. His sexy, erotic words triggered her second orgasm, which had her violently squirting her cum everywhere. Connor gasped and his legs went completely still as he kept his cock down her throat, his balls resting against her nose as he pumped his cum deep inside of her. She could feel his cock twitch inside of her with every thick strand of semen spilling down her throat and Sophie savored every second of it, loving the way that he moaned before carefully slipping his cock out of her.

"Need to taste that sweet pussy," he said in a possessed tone. "Turn around, baby. I want those legs on my shoulders as I tongue fuck that succulent cunt until you gush into my mouth."

Sophie felt like she was going to pass out from the amount of palpitating lust that she was experiencing. She was going to lose it when his lips and tongue touched her soaking wet folds. When she turned around and he knelt before her to swiftly pick up her legs to place them on his broad, strong shoulders, she shivered in complete anticipation. She gasped when he gently spread her labia and kissed her glistening, pink folds. His gaze hovered over her face as he slowly began lapping away at her sweet core, which immediately began to make her squirm against him like a wanton in heat. She almost screamed when he abruptly plunged his tongue into her tight, wet hole, which forced his nose to rub against her puffy, swollen clit.

"Connor," she said in a shaky whisper. "I'm not going to last long. It feels so fucking good."

It hadn't even been five minutes and this man that was forbidden to her was going to make her come so hard, harder than she had ever done before. She felt her womb contract and when he brought both of his hands up to her breasts to squeeze them, her hips involuntarily bucked and a tiny whimper escaped her as she squirted her cum straight into his mouth. Connor moaned in approval and instead of pulling away, he plunged his tongue deeper inside of her, forcing her legs to violently shake and her hands to tremble on the desk in absolute surrender.

"Connor!"

She squirted for well over five seconds until she felt as if she had nothing left to give. He swallowed every drop of her cum and surprised her when he pulled his mouth away from her to stand up and smack the fully engorged head of his cock against her drenched pussy lips. They both avidly stared at each other and Sophie silently prayed that he would fuck her hard, deep and fast with nothing separating them.

"Are you on birth control?" he asked.

"Yes. I had my IUD inserted last year."

"You haven't been with anyone else other than your husband?"

"No," she swiftly said. "He's the only person I've had sex with."

"When was the last time you had sex with him?"

Sophie's throat tightened at the thought of Derek. "Last month."

Connor's heady gaze lowered to her wet, parted pussy lips that were mere inches away from his cock. He was completely silent as he carefully slid his eight-inch cock inside of her, making sure to look up at her as he filled her up completely. Sophie gasped and moaned when he was finally completely inside of her. After framing her face with his hands, he passionately kissed her before thrusting into her, hard. A wave of exquisite pleasure coalesced within her when he began to fuck her with slow, long and deep strokes. Connor broke the kiss to slip his middle finger inside her mouth, an act which she found to be so sensual and erotic. She hungrily sucked on his finger, pretending that it was his cock while he thrust in and out of her slippery, tight pussy.

"So fucking wet and tight," he hissed. "Finger that clit for me, my little slut. I want to feel that pussy clench around my cock."

Sophie quickly brought her right hand down to circle her aroused clit while Connor's thrusts became more rough and demanding. There was too much passion between the both of them because she felt her womb tightening already, preparing itself for another powerful orgasm. The sexy sound of his heavy balls slapping against her drenched labia and the way he was staring at her with so much ardent lust was too much for her; she succumbed to pleasure for the third time in a row as she fought back a scream when her hips involuntarily jerked away from and she gushed all over him. Her eyes rolled back and her entire body went into a tiny series of spasms before Connor growled and slipped his cock back into her drenched, tight core.

"You are such a good fuck toy," he said. "Will you let me come inside of you?"

He took out his finger so she could respond. "Yes! Please, come inside of me, Connor. I want to be your little creampie whore. Fill me up with your hot, white cum. I want to feel it dripping out of me."

"Fuck!" He wrapped his right hand around her neck and lightly squeezed her airway. "You are so fucking delicious. So fucking perfect."

Sophie knew that he was limited with time and even though she wanted him to use her all day, for as long as he wanted, she knew that they would have to end their session soon. She squeezed her tits together and gazed deeply into his eyes before squeezing her cunt around him like a vice. His eyes widened and he gasped as the hand around her neck trembled and his thrusts became more erratic and urgent.

"Come inside of me, Connor," she whispered. "Drain your balls into my pussy. Give it to me."

He went completely still against her as she felt his cock twitch inside of her tight cunt, filling up her womb with his white, hot, sweet cum. His gaze never wavered from her and the expression of raw, carnal pleasure on his handsome face was the sexiest thing she had ever seen; a moan escaped him and his lips parted in surrender as jet after jet of his seed spurted out of his cock and right into her womb. She expected him to quickly pull away and dismiss her, so he surprised her when he lowered his whole body to her and hungrily kissed her, holding her close to him, as if he were afraid that she was going to disappear any second.

"I don't want you to leave," he whispered against her lips. "We belong together, Sophie. Why is life so unjust?"

Her throat tightened and she felt her eyes well up with barely restrained tears before she gently kissed the corner of his mouth. "Perhaps it's for the best. The type of passion we have for each other...the fire is too much, it would consume us both."

"Maybe I want to be consumed. Maybe I'm tired of living a sterile, fake life that I can't escape from. You make me feel so alive, Sophie."

She was silent as she rested her head against his broad, bare chest and closed her eyes, listening to his heart steadily beating with every shallow breath.

~~One Month Later~~

It was Derek's birthday party and everyone was there; his family, his coworkers, his friends. He looked so happy, so content and the way he would glance at Sophie with so much adoration and affection made her heartache. The adults were all drinking heavily and Sophie was no exception; she found herself going from tipsy to drunk in less than half an hour. The alcohol helped soothe the gnawing, relentless aching that had only worsened ever since that day when Connor owned her in his office.

She felt so numb, so empty, that she had to excuse herself and fabricate a little white lie that she had a pounding migraine and had to lie down on her bed. It had only been ten minutes that she was lying down, staring at the ceiling, when she heard the door quietly open and heard the lock turn. She could feel his dominant, sensual aura before she even saw him, and she couldn't deny the adrenaline that surged through her body when she felt the mattress dip under his added weight and he finally appeared in her vision, looking more handsome than ever in his navy blazer and dark blue distressed jeans.

"They told you I was up here?" she asked with a slight slur to her voice.

"No. I knew you were up here. I could feel you." He lied down directly next to her and he made her shiver when he lightly caressed her right cheek. "You've lost more weight."

"It happens when you're depressed," she said as she struggled to restrain her tears. "When you're living a complete lie and have to smile through it all."

"Don't cry, my sweet." He kissed every single tear away and then gently kissed her lips. "What can I do to make you feel better?"

All of the sadness subsided as she slid down on the mattress, wrapped her arms around his waist and kissed his crotch. She could immediately feel him harden underneath her as she rubbed her face against him while he intently watched her, his chest rising up and down with every shaky breath.

"What if he comes up?" he tentatively asked.

Her reply was to unbuckle him, undo his jeans and help him take them off before she swiftly placed his strong legs on her shoulders and wistfully gazed up at him. "May I worship all of you, sir?"

For a few seconds, he seemed paralyzed by her request, until he roughly grabbed her hair and guided her little mouth down to his most intimate area. His legs tensed on her shoulders as she gently kissed his opening and when she plunged her warm, wet tongue inside, he growled and pulled her hair, hard, forcing her tongue deeper inside of him.

"Stroke me, my beautiful slut," he tautly whispered. "Fuck my ass with your tongue and stroke me and I will come so hard for you."

Sophie felt like she was going to come from his mere pleasure alone as she slowly stroked his hard, throbbing shaft and tongue fucked him deep and hard, so deep that her nose was resting against his balls. He tasted so clean and delicious and Sophie felt drunk on lust as he moaned and shuddered underneath her. There was no hint of sadness in her as she worshiped Connor in the most intimate way. She used the thick, fat bead of pre-cum on the slit of his cock as lubrication and the sexy sound of her hand moving up and down on his slippery, throbbing shaft and her wet tongue delving in and out of his tight ass was making her pussy clench in absolute desire. When she brought her left hand to his heavy, swollen balls to massage them, his legs violently shook on her shoulders and he quickly pulled off his shirt before a strangled cry escaped him.

"Sophie," he moaned out. "Going to come so hard..."

She kept her tongue inside of him, making sure to lick hard and fast, while she continued to massage his balls and stroke him. He whispered her name out loud one last time before his hips thrust into the air and he arched his back as he came, hard and long. She watched as his cock jerked in her grasp and his large, swollen balls tightened underneath her small hand while his asshole tightened around her loving tongue before his thick, long ropes of cum spurted out of him like a geyser, landing on his firm stomach and chest. His orgasm seemed to last forever and after he was finally done coming, Sophie quickly slipped her tongue out of him and hungrily licked every strand of white, hot cum that had spilled from his cock. His right hand violently shook as he lightly caressed her smooth, right cheek and once she was finally done eating his spilled seed, she gazed up at him with a genuine smile and gratitude gleaming in her eyes.

"Thank you for letting me worship you, sir," she said. "You taste delicious. I can't wait to worship you again."

His fingers tightened around several strands of her wavy, blonde hair as a content sigh escaped him. "Every Monday evening, after I get out of work, we will meet at a hotel and I will make you my beautiful, devoted little slut that takes my cock in all of her holes and worships all of me. Understood?"

A delicious shiver spread throughout her body. "Yes, sir. Thank you."

"Good girl."

Two hours later, she could still taste him in her mouth even as she drank more whiskey sours. His essence was embedded in her and she shivered every time that she thought of his sexy, firm body and dominant soul surrendering to her touch. Even though they were both across the room from each other, she felt comforted by his mere presence and the visceral connection that they had established. As everyone around them jovially chatted about inane subjects, no one noticed them eye-fucking each other for a few moments before he grinned and took out his phone to text her.

Next time I ravage you, your little wrists will be bound and your legs will be on my shoulders as my cock is deep inside of your tight ass. Make sure you are prepared because I won't be gentle, my beautiful little slut. You have unleashed a side to me that I have carefully hidden away from the world, until now.

Sophie felt as if she were about to pass out when she read the text. Her womb throbbed at the thought of him deep inside of her virgin ass and she couldn't help but swiftly reply to him.

My mouth, cunt, ass, and mind all belong to you, sir. I am yours. I can't wait for you to ravage me again.