Ethan didn't give her time to catch her breath.
He hauled Natalia to her feet by the hair, her knees wobbling, mascara-streaked face still shiny with spit and cum. Her lips were swollen and glossy, throat raw from the brutal face-fucking she'd just begged for. She tasted him everywhere—salty, thick, perfect.
"Bedroom," he snarled, voice guttural. "Now."
He dragged her down the dark hallway, lantern in one hand, her wrist in the other. The house was freezing, but neither of them felt it. The storm howled louder outside, wind rattling the windows like it knew exactly what was about to happen inside.
The second they crossed the threshold of the master bedroom—his father's bed, the one they'd never dared use before—Ethan spun her around and shoved her face-down onto the mattress. Natalia's ass lifted instinctively, jeans still on, sweater soaked and clinging to her hard nipples.
"Ethan—wait—" she gasped, even as her body screamed the opposite.
"No more waiting." He ripped her jeans down in one savage yank, panties tangled with them, exposing her dripping pussy. She was soaked beyond belief—lips puffy, clit throbbing, a shiny trail of arousal running down her inner thigh. "You're still tasting my cum, and you're already this fucking wet for me. Look at you."
He kicked his own sweats the rest of the way off and climbed onto the bed behind her. His massive cock—still rock-hard, still glistening from her throat—slapped heavy against her ass. The fat head nudged between her slick folds, teasing her entrance.
Natalia whimpered, pushing back desperately. "Please… I need it. I need you inside me. Bare. Just like before."
Ethan's hand cracked across her ass—sharp, possessive. "Beg properly, stepmom."
She broke instantly. "Fuck me raw, baby. Fill your filthy stepmom's cunt. I want every drop. I want you to breed me like you used to when the world was ending. Please, Ethan—don't pull out. Never pull out again."
He slammed home in one brutal thrust.
Nine thick inches stretched her wide, bottoming out against her cervix in a single stroke. Natalia screamed into the pillow, the sound muffled and broken. The burn, the fullness, the way his cock bullied her walls apart after three years of nothing but her fingers and toys—it was perfection.
"Fuuuuck," Ethan groaned, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. "Still so goddamn tight. This pussy was made for me."
He didn't start slow. He fucked her like a man possessed—long, punishing strokes that made the bed slam against the wall. Wet, filthy sounds filled the room: the slap of skin, the squelch of her dripping cunt, her broken moans every time he punched against that deep spot inside her.
Natalia was losing her mind. She could still taste his cum on her tongue, could feel the remnants of it coating her throat, and now his cock was rearranging her insides while the storm raged outside. Her pussy clenched around him rhythmically, milking him, begging without words.
"Harder," she sobbed. "Use me. I'm yours. I've always been yours."
Ethan flipped her onto her back without pulling out, hooking her legs over his shoulders and folding her in half. The new angle let him grind even deeper. His heavy balls slapped against her ass with every thrust. Sweat dripped from his chest onto her tits.
"Look at me," he demanded. "Watch your stepson fuck you like the whore you are."
Their eyes locked. Natalia's were glassy, ruined, adoring. "I'm gonna come—Ethan, I'm—"
"Come on my cock. Now."
She shattered. Her pussy spasmed violently, squirting around his pistoning length, soaking his abs and the sheets. Her scream was hoarse from earlier abuse, but pure ecstasy.
Ethan didn't slow. He fucked her through it, then growled against her ear, "I'm not pulling out. Never again. You're taking every fucking drop."
"Yes—fill me—breed your stepmom—please—"
He buried himself to the hilt and came like a flood.
Thick, hot ropes of cum erupted straight against her cervix. Pulse after pulse, so much it overflowed immediately, leaking out around his cock in creamy white streaks. Natalia felt every spurt, felt her womb flooded, felt the dangerous, delicious risk of it, and she came again—harder—her walls fluttering around him like they were trying to suck him dry.
They stayed locked together, panting, his cock still twitching inside her overflowing pussy.
But he didn't soften.
Not even a little.
Ethan pulled out just enough to flip her onto all fours again, then slammed back in, cum squelching obscenely with the thrust.
"Round two," he growled. "I'm nowhere near done."
End of Chapter 5