Page 10 of Auctioned to her Stepbrothers

"Here. The slicker you make me, the less it will hurt."

If there was any doubt about what we were about to do, it's gone now. She accepts the tube with shaking hands and flips the lid open. First, a small squirt onto her fingers, then she rubs them together, getting a sense of it before squeezing a bigger dollop out into her palm.

When she presses the cool lube against the head of my cock and squeezes her way down the length of it to spread it out, I nearly fucking lose it. It feels so goddamn good, and her look of concerned concentration is too much.

I have to stop her. "That's good. More than enough. Get on the bed, your knees on the edge, and your face down."

She nods and draws a deep breath, steeling herself. As she turns away from me, I catch sight of a tattoo on her ankle. It's small and delicate, an image of an ornate birdcage with several birds inside.

Again, like a fly buzzing next to my ear, the flicker of a buried memory interrupts my thoughts, but I swipe it away, wanting to lose myself in this moment. Little Sparrow gives me that amazing view of her defined shoulder blades, of her shapely waist, and of the sexiest fucking ass I've had the pleasure of seeing with my own eyes.

The ass I'm about to violate.

Maybe it's the circumstances. Maybe it's just that her shape is exactly my type, but I haven't looked forward to anything as much as I'm looking forward to this.

"Good girl," I hiss as she moves into position. "Push your ass back and spread your legs more."

And there, ladies and gentlemen, is a perfect example of a position designed to please. I give myself a couple of strokes, just to make sure I'm properly slick all over, then get behind her.

I squeeze another dollop of lube, aiming it right above her asshole. Her breath hitches at the sudden first drip. With my thumb, I guide the slick liquid down, spreading it around the rim before pressing inside. She gasps and clenches around it. So fucking tight. In a few moments, she's going to have something much bigger to clench around.

I work the lube into her skin until my thumb glides easily inside and out of her. She'd better be ready. And if she's not, well, she's the one who chose to sell herself to us.

With one hand on her hip, guiding her ass even closer to me, I use the other to aim myself. She jumps when my cock bumps against her, drawing a sharp breath.

I take my time. Anticipation is at least half of it, after all. Guiding it with my hand, I rub the head of my cock all around her ass, making sure everything is slick before I apply just a little pressure. Just enough to warn her what's coming.

I like her scared. I shouldn't, but fuck it, I do.

"Is it going to hurt?" she asks in a nervous whisper.

I run my free hand up her side and onto her shoulder, getting a good grip as if I'm trying to keep her from running away. She shivers under my palm.

"It'll hurt more if you tense up."

She nods, and I watch her face in the mirror as she tries to force her body to relax. I increase the pressure.

Oh fuck.

With a whimper, she accepts the tip. She's so fucking tight, and only getting tighter as I go deeper. Then a surprised gasp when the whole head pushes inside.

She clutches the sheets, dragging them into balls in her fists, holding on so hard her knuckles whiten. Her breaths are quick,stressed as I ease more and more of myself into her. Every inch or so, I pause, slide back a little, and then push forward, working the lube deeper. When I finally mash my hips against her ass, fully buried, I stop.

"Oh, God. Please tell me that's all of it," she hisses as if she can't imagine the thought that there might be more. It's the kind of thing a guy loves to hear.

"You took it all, Little Sparrow. The whole fucking thing."

A sharp breath hisses through her nose, then she nods. "It feels like it."

I pull back, almost all the way out, and she groans at the sudden change.

"Come here." With the hand on her shoulder, I pull her up until her back is against my chest. It lets me whisper to her ear, "I'm going to fuck your ass until you can't walk."

I love her quiet, terrified whimpers. It makes me a horrible fucking person, but it's who I am. Or at least who I've become. I push that thought away—now's not the time for introspection.

When I drive back in, she clenches around me, groaning as I fill her back up. Is it excitement? Or pain? Both? Either way, it's fucking amazing.

The lube is warming, spreading, doing its job, and she's adjusting to me. I wrap a hand around her throat, and she moans. Fuck, does the little minx actually like this? I slide the other up to her tit, capturing a nipple between my fingertips and giving it a squeeze, and I'm rewarded by a hiss.

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