Her Dirty Pleasures: Erotica Collection

Ava's pov

Caleb Reed has had his hand between my thighs for three seconds and I'm pretending to be asleep.


I'm in a resort bed next to my stepbrother with a pillow wall that stopped meaning anything an hour ago.

His fingers are tracing the seam of my sleep shorts right over my pussy with a touch so light I could convince myself I'm dreaming if my heart wasn't trying to crack my ribs.

He caught me masturbating when I was fifteen. Walked into my room, saw everything on my screen, saw my hand in my panties, and said "Interesting taste, sweetheart," before walking away.


He never told anyone. Instead, he kept it and used it for three years like a loaded gun.

Three years of holding the most humiliating moment of my life over my head while looking at me with green eyes that never miss a thing.

The worst part is that ever since that incident, he's all I think about now. Every night, I cum to the thought of him and hate myself and do it again the next night.

Now he's touching me while I pretend I'm asleep.

His thumb presses against my clit through cotton, and the pressure sends a current up my spine. I bite the inside of my cheek and keep my breathing even.

His thumb circles. Slow. Feeling the heat of me through the fabric.

"I know you're wet," he whispers, talking to himself. "You're always wet around me."


My pussy clenches against his thumb, and more wetness soaks through. He feels it because his breath catches and his thumb presses harder.

He hooks his finger under my waistband and pulls my shorts to the side. Cool air hits my bare pussy. He pauses. Waiting. I don't move.

I need to know how far he'll go.

His finger drags through me bare. One long stroke from my entrance to my clit, and the slickness he finds makes him exhale through his nose.

He lets out a shaky breath like the reality exceeded every version he'd imagined. He parts me, spreads my wetness, and circles my clit with his fingertip.

"So fucking soaked," he whispers. "Three years and she's been this wet the whole time."

He pushes a finger inside me. Slow and careful. My walls grip him, and a tiny sound escapes my lips. He freezes. I turn my head like a sleep shift. Three seconds. He pushes deeper.


"Fuck," he breathes. "This has to be the tightest pussy I've ever felt."

He pumps in a rhythm that's unhurried and devastating. My hips roll toward his hand in my "sleep." He adds a second finger, and the stretch makes my mouth fall open against the pillow.

He curls them, finds my g-spot, then he presses.
The orgasm rips through me before I can stop it.

My pussy clamps on his fingers in spasms, and a moan leaks into the pillow. My thighs squeeze his hand. My back arches.

I cum on my stepbrother's fingers pretending to be unconscious, and the effort of not screaming makes my jaw ache and my eyes water.

He holds his fingers inside me through every pulse. When my body goes limp, he pulls them out and I hear the wet sound of him putting them in his mouth. Tasting me in the dark.

"Fuck," he whispers. Reverent.

Then I hear a zipper.
My heart races as panic sweeps through me. He shifts on the bed and I feel something hot and hard press against my inner thigh.

His cock. He's taken it out. The heat of it against my skin makes my pussy clench around nothing.

He positions between my legs. I feel the head of his cock drag through my slit, collecting the wetness, sliding through the mess he just made with his fingers.

He rubs his cock head against my clit, and the contact on my oversensitive clit makes my thighs twitch, and I disguise it as a sleep shift.

He nudges my entrance. The thick, blunt head pressed against my opening. Spreading me just enough that I can feel the stretch starting.

My heart is slamming so hard he must be able to see it in my throat.

He pushes. Just the tip. The head of his cock sinks into me an inch and my walls grip him. The stretch is bigger than his fingers, thicker.

The feeling of a cock entering me, even barely after years of fantasizing about this exact man, is so overwhelming I almost break character.

He holds there. One inch inside his stepsister. I can feel him pulsing against my walls. His breathing is ragged.

"Fuck," he whispers. "I can't. She's asleep. I can't do this."

He pulls out. The loss makes my body scream.
He tucks himself away, and the mattress shifts. He's getting up.

He's leaving. He's going back to his side of the bed after putting his fingers inside me, and his cock at my entrance.

After tasting me and making me cum, he's just going to leave?

No. I can't allow that.

I grab his wrist, and his whole body freezes.
I open my eyes. The room is dark, but I can see his face. The shock on it, the caught-red-handed panic, and under that, something darker. Want. Raw and barely contained.

"I've been awake the whole time," I say. My voice is wrecked and low and doesn't sound like mine.
He doesn't move. Doesn't breathe.

"You put your fingers inside me." I tighten my grip on his wrist. "You put your cock in me. And now you're going to walk away?"

"Ava-"

"Finish what you started." I pull his hand back between my legs. His fingers touch my soaked pussy, and his jaw clenches.

"Or I tell Mom and your dad exactly what their son does to his stepsister while she sleeps."


The panic in his eyes dies. What replaces it is the look I've been terrified of and fantasizing about for three years.

The smirk. The dark, certain confidence of a man who just got permission to do everything he's been holding back.

"You wouldn't tell them," he says.

"Try me."

"Because then they'd know their perfect little daughter was lying there pretending to sleep while she came on my fingers. That she was soaking wet before I even touched her."

He pushes two fingers inside me, and I gasp. "That she's dripping right now, begging her stepbrother to fuck her."

"I'm not begging," I bite out through my teeth.

He curls his fingers into my g-spot and my back arches, and a moan tears from my throat.

"You will soon enough," he says.

Ava's pov


He pulls his fingers out and flips me onto my back, and the mattress bounces under me.

He's over me, shirtless, his cock hard and straining against his boxers, and the look on his face is a man who just had the leash cut.


He grabs the hem of my tank top and yanks it over my head. My tits are bare, and he cups both of them immediately, squeezing hard, his rough thumbs dragging across my nipples.


The contact makes my back arch, and a sound comes out of me that I've been holding in for three years.

"These tits," he says, pinching my nipple hard enough to make me cry out. "I've stared at these through every shirt you own. At dinner. At the pool. Through that wet shower curtain you thought was hiding something."


He pinches the other one and rolls it and my pussy throbs. "Nothing hides from me, Ava."


"You're a pervert," I gasp.


"And you're dripping on the sheets, so what does that make you?"


 He tugs both nipples at the same time and I moan so loud I slap my hand over my own mouth. He pulls my hand away.


"Don't. I want to hear everything. I've been listening to you try to be quiet for three years. Tonight you're going to scream."


He shoves my shorts down my legs and spreads my thighs and drops between them. His tongue drags through pussy, flat and hot, and the contact on my swollen clit after the fingering and the cock-tease is so intense my hips buck off the bed.


"Fuck," I gasp, grabbing his hair. "Oh fuck, Caleb-"


"That's it," he says against my pussy. "Say my name. I want to hear my stepsister moan my name while I eat her out."


He eats me with the focus of a man who's been rehearsing this in his head for years.

His tongue circles my clit while his fingers push inside me, two at once, curling into the same spot that made me cum in my "sleep."

But now I'm awake. I don't have to be silent, and the freedom of that makes everything more intense.

"You taste better than I imagined," he says, pumping his fingers, licking my clit between words.

"I've been thinking about this pussy since I tasted it on my fingers two minutes ago. Sweet. Tight. Dripping for her stepbrother."


"Don't stop," I moan, grinding against his face. "Please don't stop."


"Please," he repeats against me. "There it is. She's already begging."

"Shut up and eat me."


"Bossy for a girl who was pretending to sleep five minutes ago."

He sucks my clit hard and curls both fingers, and I cum on his mouth, screaming into the pillow. My thighs clamp around his head.

My pussy grips his fingers in waves, and he licks me through every contraction.

He stands up, pushes his boxers down, and his cock is right there. Thick. Hard. Glistening at the tip. The same cock that was inside me an inch five minutes ago and now I'm looking at the full thing.


My stomach drops because he's big and he's going to wreck me, and I want him to.


"On your knees," he says.


"Make me." I say, trying to be stubborn.


He grabs my hair and pulls me off the bed, and I land on my knees on the carpet, looking up at him. His cock is level with my face.

He drags the head across my lips, smearing pre-cum, and the taste is salt and skin and I open my mouth without being told.


"Good girl," he says, and pushes in.


My jaw stretches around him immediately. He's thick enough that my mouth aches, and he's barely halfway. He grips my hair and pushes deeper until the head hits the back of my throat.

I gag around him as spit floods my mouth and pours down my chin.


"Three years I've been thinking about this mouth," he says, pumping into my throat. "Every time you argued with me. Every time you called me an asshole with those pretty lips. I thought about shutting you up exactly like this."


He fucks my throat with deep strokes that make my eyes stream and spit run down my chin onto my bare tits.

The gagging sounds fill the room, wet and animal, and my pussy is throbbing between my legs because being on my knees, choking on my stepbrother's cock is rewiring something in my brain.

"Look at you," he says, watching me gag. "The girl who hates me. On her knees. Drooling on my cock. Your pussy's dripping on the carpet, and you've never looked better."

I moan around him, and the vibration makes his hips stutter.

"You like that?" he says. "Like being told how pretty you look choking on your stepbrother's cock? Dirty girl. You're going to be so much fun to break."

He pushes so deep my vision grays at the edges. I slap his thigh, and he pulls back enough for me to gasp one breath before pushing in again.

There's a sudden knock on the door.

My mother's voice: "Everything okay in there? I thought I heard something."

His cock is buried in my throat, my lips are stretched around him, and my mother is six feet away.
He doesn't pull out. His hand tightens in my hair. His hips push forward.

"All good!" he calls, voice perfectly steady. "She's just watching a movie."

"Okay, sweetie! Goodnight, you two!"
Footsteps. Then it fades out.


He pulls out. A rope of spit snaps between us. I collapse forward, coughing, my face a wreck of tears and drool. I'm shaking, my pussy soaked, and my chin dripping.

"That was close," I gasp.

He gives me three seconds. Then grabs my arm and hauls me to my feet and shoves me face-first onto the bed.

He yanks my hips up. Lines his cock against my entrance. The thick head nudges my opening.

"That was hot," he says. "Choking on my cock while Mommy checked in."

He grabs my hair and pulls my head back.

"And we're just getting started, sweetheart. You told me to finish what I started. I'm not stopping until sunrise."

He pushes in.

Ava's pov


The stretch splits me open, and the cry that tears from my throat fills the room.


He's inside me. All the way. His cock buried to the hilt in my pussy with my face in the sheets, my ass in the air and his hands bruising my hips.


He's thicker than his fingers, thicker than the inch he teased me with, and my walls are being forced apart around him. I can feel every ridge of his cock pressing against tissue that's swollen and hypersensitive from cumming on his hand.


"Fuck," he groans, gripping my hips. "You're squeezing me so hard I can barely move. This tight little pussy has been waiting for me, hasn't it?"


"Don't flatter yourself," I gasp into the mattress.
He slams in, and the impact shoves my face deeper into the sheets. "Your cunt is strangling my cock and you're still talking shit."


He fucks me from behind with strokes that are hard and deep and relentless. Every thrust bottoms out inside me, his cock hitting something at the back of my pussy that sends a sharp pulse through my belly.


The wet sound of him pounding into me fills the room, this obscene slick noise with every stroke, and I can hear my own wetness on his cock.

The sound makes my face burn, and my pussy grips him tighter.


"You hear that?" he says, slamming in. "That's how wet you are for your stepbrother. That sound is your pussy begging for more."


"Shut up," I gasp, but my hips push back to meet his thrust.


"Make me." He grabs my hair and pulls my head back, arching my spine. "You feel that? That's what three years of wanting feels like. Every time you went to your room and put your hand between your legs, thinking about me."


"How do you know I was thinking about you?"


"Because you just came on my cock in under a minute." He slams in deep and I moan into the mattress.

"Because your pussy grips me like it was built for my cock specifically. Because you're pushing your ass back, begging for more while pretending you hate this."


"Harder," I moan, because he's right, and fighting it is pointless when his cock is hitting my g-spot on every stroke. "Fuck me harder, Caleb."


"There's the begging," he says, and the dark satisfaction in his voice makes my walls clench around him. "Told you it was coming."


He pounds into me so hard the headboard cracks the wall. My tits swing with every impact. His hand slaps my ass and the sting shoots straight to my clit, and I cry out.

He spanks me again and again, each crack ringing through the room.


"Every time I spank you, you get tighter," he says, landing another slap. "This pussy loves being punished. You love getting fucked and spanked by the stepbrother you pretend to hate."


"I do hate you," I moan, pushing my ass back harder.


"Sure you do. That's why you're fucking me back so hard the bed is hitting the wall." He spanks me, and I scream. "That's why you grabbed my wrist and begged me to keep going. That's why your pussy is dripping down my balls right now."


He grabs my jaw and yanks my head to the side. The hotel mirror is right there. Full-length. I see myself, face wrecked, mouth open, hair tangled in his fist. And him behind me, body flexed, cock disappearing into me over and over.


"Watch," he says. "Watch what you look like getting fucked by your stepbrother while our parents sleep through the wall."


I watch. My reflection is a stranger. Desperate. Flushed in a way I've never been. His cock stretches my pussy on every stroke, and I can see it in the mirror.


The way my body jolts forward with every thrust, the way my face contorts into something between agony and ecstasy, the way my mouth shapes sounds that would end my family if anyone heard them.


"Look at your face," he says, watching me in the glass while he fucks me. "That's the face you hide from everyone. The real one. The one that needs to get fucked by her stepbrother to feel alive."


"You've been thinking about this since you were fifteen," he says, slamming into me. "Since I caught you with your hand between your legs. You were thinking about me. Weren't you?"


"Yes," I gasp, because lying is impossible when I can see the truth written across my own face in a hotel mirror.


"Say it to the mirror. Tell her what you are."
"I'm his stepsister," I moan, watching myself get destroyed, watching my pussy stretch around his cock in the reflection.

"And I've wanted him to fuck me for three years, and it's better than anything I ever imagined. I don't want him to stop."


He slams in so hard the bed shakes and I cum watching my face shatter in the glass. My pussy clenches around him in waves that make his hips stutter and I'm shaking and screaming.


The girl in the mirror looks like someone who just burned her life down and doesn't regret it.


He pulls out. I collapse face-first. Shaking, pulsing and dripping.
I think it's over. We've been at this for over an hour. My body is trembling. My thighs are sticky. My voice is raw.


His hands are on me again. But different. He turns me over gently, carefully, like the roughness drained out of him all at once. The face looking down at me isn't smirking.

The mask is gone, and is replaced with something raw and unguarded.

He moves me to the center of the bed. Lays me down. Climbs over me. Settles between my legs. His forehead drops close to mine.

I'm not sure what to expect with him, and that terrifies me more than everything he's done tonight.