Page 29 of Such A Filthy Girl

‘This needs to stop. All of it. I can’t have you in my life like this.’

Desperation hit me. I grabbed Estella, and turned her to face the screens, her hands slamming down against the desk. I wrestled her dress up over the curve of her ass as she struggled.

Grinding my cock against her full rump, I hauled down her panties and rubbed the head of my cock against her wetness.

Estella let out a whimper, her knees buckling. Whenshe tried to stand, I gripped a hand around the back of her neck, holding her in place while making her look at the screens still rolling with my altar to her.

‘Tell me you haven’t thought about this,’ I demanded. ‘Tell me you don’t want to know how my cock feels, filling you up.’

Estella let out a low whine, arching her back.

‘You know you want my dick, brother or not.’ I slid the tip between her soaked pussy lips, dipping into the entrance, but holding myself at the edge.

‘We can’t.’ Her voice wavered, her ass pressing back despite her words.

‘Tell me you don’t want me,’ I demanded.

My chest tightened as I waited for her to deny me. A small moan escaped her lips as I nudged forward just a little.

My willpower crumbled, and I grabbed her hip, pulling her backward while watching my dick disappear into her perfect cunt. The universe shrank to that one spot, nothing else mattering but Estella and I.

My breath shuddered as I finally took my place, surrounded by screens I’d watched her on for years. All the moments of hers I’d stolen. But it was finally me. Finally, my turn to have her. My core turned molten as her heat enveloped me, claimed me.

Both of us breathed harshly, stilling and just being, the momentous action hanging in the air, thick and dripping with lust.

‘Tell me you don’t want this,’ I demanded once more, waiting for her to beg mercy.

When she didn’t, I unleashed myself on her with one, deep, violent thrust. The world lurched beneath my feet, never going to be resettled after having her.

‘You. Are. Mine.’

TWENTY

ESTELLA

Leo’s harsh thrusts wreaked war inside me. Each blissful, terrible stroke sent tendrils of pure pleasure through me. Internally, it still met resistance from the dreadful thoughts that intercepted the lust.

Guilt about cheating on Graham.

Guilt about Leo being my step-brother.

Guilt about what my mom would think. How disgusted she’d be.

‘Stay with me,’ Leo grunted, his hot lips caressing the back of my neck, breath whispering over my skin.

All around me, videos played and photographs stared, my life in stolen digital moments. Graham fucking me. Eating ice cream on the sofa with a face mask on. Drinking with the girls. So many moments I had thought were private. He’d been hijacking them all.

Leo scooped his hips and I lost all sense, his deviouscock hitting just the right spot, drawing a gasping moan from me.

‘I have been yours since the moment we met.’ My legs buckled at the divine torture he wrought between my thighs. He dropped both hands to my hips, digging them into soft flesh and using it to fuck me harder.

‘I will be yours until my very last breath, Estella. Always.’

Tears fell unbidden down my cheeks at his promise. Knowing it wasn’t one I could return.

But I could give him that moment. One moment where he could have it all.

Pushing back, I made room to turn over, sitting my ass on the edge of the desk and wrapping my legs around his waist.

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