[To My Possessive Stepbrother]
"Let me remind you, baby." He hooked the fabric, dragging it down my legs slowly, "Let me remind you who you fucking belong to."
He turned me harshly, pressing my back against him, my bare stomach leaning against the railing.
The height beneath me was dizzying–just one slip, and I'd be swallowed by the water and darkness beneath us.
But the risk made it intoxicating.
The way he easily pulled down his pants and freed his length made me shudder. And then, the next moment, he pushed inside my sore pussy. A yelp escaped my lips at the suddenness.
My body arched beneath him with a mixture of pain and pleasure, fear and desire, when he began to thrust into me.
He gripped my hips tightly, pulling me closer to him to give him a better angle for a deeper penetration.
"Ahh… Alaric… Please…" I cried as he pushed me to the edge.
