He grinds against my ass in slow circles. “You don’t want that.”
I shake my head. “You don’t know that. I see you holding back. Give it all to me.”
“Doll,” he growls in warning. “I don’t want to scare you any more than I already have.”
“I’m not some china doll. You don’t scare me.” I buck into him, forcing more of his thick cock deeper inside me.
Ryder grunts and digs his fingers into my love handles.
“Fuck me hard, big brother.”
Ryder’s eyes narrow to thin slits, and I watch as his fight shatters. He rips off the lingerie still dangling from my body, then drags out his cock and slams back in. I yelp and grab the bed, stopping myself from banging my face against the headboard. He does it again, harder this time.
“Hold the headboard,” he growls.
I slap my palm against the wooden frame and brace myself as he pounds into me with punishing strokes. I scream each time he spanks me and calls me his dirty slut.
Pressure against my back hole drags me out of the mindless state he put me in. Ryder forces his thumb past the tight ring of muscles and sinks the digit deep into my ass.
“Your asshole is next, little sister.” Ryder leans over me and snatches the camera from the nightstand.
I peek over my shoulder and catch him recording his cock driving into my pussy while he fingers my ass. My inner walls spasm, and I mentally wince at the thought of having his dick in my ass. He’s packing a monster between his legs, and my pussy hurts from the way he stretches me, so I can only imagine the pain from taking him in my ass. But I can’t deny the arousal at the thought of him invading my back hole.
Ryder slows and lets out a shaky breath. He’s edging himself. I squeeze my inner walls and hide my smile as his widened gaze flicks to my face, then narrows.
“You little bitch.” He snaps his hips against mine in punishment. “You sure you want to play this game with me?”
He bends over me until he presses against my back and I’m squashed beneath him. He positions the camera in front of us to capture my pleasure-slackened face as he pounds into me.
“Take a breath and hold it,” he whispers beside my ear.
Having full trust in him, I do as he says. Ryder uses his free hand and squeezes my throat until it cuts the airflow. My head swims and my lips part on a soundless cry as the coil in my core tightens until it’s close to snapping. My eyes roll into the back of my head, my inner walls spasming around his driving cock that hits a sensitive spot with every stroke.
Ryder stops moving, ending the orgasm before it begins. He nuzzles my ear and slackens his grip on my throat to let me suck in a ragged breath. “You want to come?”
“Yes!” I cry.
“Then tell Justin how much you love your big brother’s cock.”
I don’t hesitate as I shriek out, “I love my big brother’s cock!”
“Such a good fuck-toy. You’ve always been a slut for me.” He pumps his hips and drags his piercing against the sensitive spot again. “Now come for me.”
My screams die out before they can even begin when Ryder squeezes my throat, once again cutting off my air supply. The steady rise of the climax builds into a roar. My head spins as he dangles me over the precipice of pure ecstasy. Right as my muscles contract, Ryder releases my neck. Oxygen fills my burning lungs, setting the embers of my desire ablaze. The orgasm triples in intensity, and all I can do is lie beneath him and scream.
He grunts in my ear and places his palm on the mattress beside my turned head. “Just so you know, I’d ask you where you want my cum, but I’m feeling very selfish right now, sis.”
I crack open my eyes and peek at him with my eyebrows pinching together.
His cock twitches and swells as he chases his own orgasm. “You wanted to be used. You wanted me to unleash everything on you. That’s what you’re getting. Now I’m going to breed the fuck out of you, little sister.”
He sits up on his knees and ruts into me with everything he has, all the while keeping the camera pointed at us. He moves it to a different angle, capturing the moment as warmth floods my inner walls. Ryder’s whimpers get louder as he spills every last drop.
And what do I do? Do I tell him to stop? No. I push my ass against him, taking him deeper so his cum reaches farther inside me.
After three more pumps, Ryder stills and drops his forehead to the back of my shoulder. Our harsh breathing fills the quiet room, and my pounding pulse thrums in my ears. I worry he can hear each rapid beat of my heart the way I feel his racing against my back.
Ryder eases away and disappears into the bathroom. He returns a moment later with a warm washcloth. I roll onto my back and spread my legs as he cleans me with the same tenderness as last time. He kisses the inside of my thigh with his masked lips after he finishes. A shiver rolls through me, and I lazily reach for him. He meets my gaze and takes off his mask, tosses the rag aside and turns off his phone before climbing into bed with me.