Falling For My Alpha Stepsister (GL)
Chapter 38: My Favorites*

Chapter 38: My Favorites*

Angel

"Yes, oh my God... this is so fucking good... fill me up.... yes, yes, my love..... uhhhh..."

Hearing her gasping, she was nearly there. I quickened my pace, hitting her hole faster...

My thick shaft plunged in and out of her soaking entrance with a relentless, punishing rhythm, driving her deeper into the mattress with every single heavy hit.

The entire room filled with our moaning... and the sound of our skin, loud wet slaps of her hips slamming against mine reverberated off the tight walls, mixing with her breathless, high-pitched shrieks in a chaotic wall of noise.

"Take my dick, you bitch...."

My voice growled low, my hands locking around her waist to anchor her body right where I wanted it.

"Yes, I’m taking it.. oh fuck, baby, you are making me...."

I held her waist, looking straight into her eyes as she took me whole.. her hips bouncing non-stop.. watching her trembling face, watching every single wave of sheer pleasure wreck her features as she rode me to the absolute limit.

I usually hit from the back, but this one is one of my favorite girls, and I let them choose the position..

Her thighs quivered violently against my hips as she lifted herself up and slammed back down, taking every single inch of my rigid ball deep into her core.

Shit... I’m fucking going to cum...

I am never tired of sex... that Four Eyes thinks I got tired just because I slammed her hole....

I am a sex devil... I don’t get tired.. I make them tired..

My broad shoulders squared off, my grip tightening on Becky’s waist until my knuckles turned ghost-white against her soft, flushed skin.

With one final deep thrust, I bucked my hips upward with a brutal, explosive power, driving my entire length all the way home to her womb as my body locked up solid.

Becky fell flat on my body..

Her limp, exhausted weight collapsed heavily against my bare chest, her forehead resting against my collarbone while her entire frame shivered uncontrollably.

"Fuck, Angel, you are so magnificent... you are going to destroy my dear cunt.." her hot, breathless breath covered my chest..

I wasn’t done. I kept going, driving into her even when she was pleading.. I thrusted harder and deeper, burying myself deep into her..

I didn’t give her a single second to catch her breath, my hips working in a fast, merciless rhythm that forced high, broken whimpers out of her raw throat.

Until she could no longer bounce on my cock..

Her knees completely gave out beneath her, her body turning completely fluid and useless in my arms while I wrung out every last drop of her stamina.

Weak.. yes, I always leave my prey feeble and powerless..

A proud smirk pulled at the corner of my lips as I finally pulled out of her, the cold air hitting my slick length with a sudden, sharp contrast.

Becky lay limp on the bed as I put on my clothes..

"Can you light me a cigarette.." she mumbled.

Her raspy voice was barely a whisper, her arm flopping uselessly against the rumpled, damp sheets as she reached toward the stand.

"No, light it yourself..."

"I got new stuff, and it’s high as fuck...."

She offered the temptation with a slow, mischievous curve of her lips, knowing exactly how to grab my attention before I walked straight out that door.

"Where is it?"

"In the drawer.."

She pointed a lazy finger toward the wooden cabinet near the corner, her eyelids drooping with a satisfied, sleepy heaviness.

Stupid bitch, always finding a reason to make me stay after sex..

"I haven’t seen you for a week.. you found another toy better than me?"

I sat on the floor beside the bed, listening to her nonsense as I hastened my cigarette so I could leave this suffocating room..

From the bed, she wrapped her arms around my shoulders, breathing out her smoke into my face..

"I’m the only toy who can last long with you.."

She purred the claim right into my ear, her fingers tracing a lazy line down the front of my T-shirt in a pathetic attempt to reignite the fire.

"No, Abigail lasts longer than you.." I said, bringing her pride down.

The harsh truth left my lips without a shred of hesitation, my tone icy cold as I instantly shattered her fragile, arrogant illusion.

"Too bad, Abigail will no longer be of service because she is getting married this Friday.."

The sudden news dropped into the quiet space between us like a sharp glass bottle shattering flat against the hard floor.

"That’s a lie, I met her a week ago and she never mentioned it.."

"That is because her mother announced it yesterday... even Abigail didn’t know she was getting married until yesterday.."

Becky let out a dry, bitter laugh, her grip on my shoulders loosening as she leaned back against her pillows with a faint, mocking smile.

Abigail, another one of my favorites. I do not care about her getting married to someone, but the thought of someone forcing her to marry someone else gives me an itch in my balls.

After my time with Becky, she finally dozed off after her first cigarette, and I packed her remaining cigarettes into the drawer and made my leave.

Finally got my money back... It doesn’t matter which sibling...

I picked Coco up from the porn shop... caught Michael feeding her some snacks...

"If you are going to keep seeing my sister this way, we better start discussing dowry so you can finally take her for good.." Michael’s voice rang out as I walked towards the door..

"I don’t take used and damaged products..."

"Used and damaged products... you are certainly the one who damaged her...."

His mocking voice followed me out into the street, but I simply kicked my skateboard down and let the wheels carry me away from his stupid face.

I didn’t wait to hear his stupid voice.. I thought he was short of words earlier.. I got my money back and a good fuck with his sister.

I stopped by a restaurant, and the serving girl happened to be Abigail.

A blonde beauty...

She did not look happy to see me..

Her sharp eyes narrowed the exact second I pushed the door open, her hands gripping the edges of her serving tray.

"Where have you been? I called you several times last week and you didn’t pick up or send a single voicemail on why you refuse to pick my calls.."

She cornered me near the back hallway, her voice dropping into a tight, desperate whisper that vibrated with raw, unexpressed anger.

"I had something important to do."

My response was flat, emotionless, and completely unbothered, my broad shoulder leaning lazily against the wall while I looked down at her flushed face.

"You left in the middle of a race, and do you know how much we lost because of that.."

"How much? I will pay it."

"The money is not the point, Angel.. you disappointed a lot of viewers and investors.."

"Whatever, let’s talk about you.. I heard you are getting married the day after tomorrow..."

I cut straight through her lecture, my eyes pinning her in place with a dark, heavy intensity that made her breath catch in her throat.

"Oh, is that why you are here.. can’t stand the thought that I’m getting married to someone else.."

A bitter, hopeful smile touched her lips for a brief second, her posture straightening as she tried to regain some semblance of power over me.

"I can definitely stand the thought... I just want to know if you are happy with it.. I heard your mother set it up.."

My voice remained a steady, unyielding wall, stripping away her momentary confidence and leaving her completely exposed under my sharp gaze.

"Yes, she did.. and I have no choice but to accept.. but if you put a ring on my finger, she will surely cancel the marriage..."

"No."

The single word cut through the air like a razor blade, cold, absolute, and completely dropping any stupid fantasy she was holding onto.

Just because I get into their pants doesn’t mean I want to marry them.. all the commitment and eternal bondage are not in my dictionary..

I pulled my arm back out of her reach, my face turning into an unreadable mask of iron as I looked down at her crushed, disbelieving expression

There is no one on earth that will ever make me put a ring on their finger or make me bend the knee asking for marriage..

Angel Morningstar never bends the knee for anyone.