I helped my sisters BF cum - Part 7

Everyone in this story is 18+

Before I could say anything, he pulled me to my feet, and then his mouth was on mine—hungry, demanding, unrelenting. He kissed me like he was trying to devour me, like I was something he couldn’t live without. His hands gripped my waist, tugging me flush against him, and I gasped as I felt him—hard and insistent—pressing against me through the thin fabric of my pajama bottoms.

“Get in the car,” Julian breathed against my lips, his voice dark and low.

I hesitated for half a second—just long enough for him to smirk, that cocky expression making heat rush straight to my core. Without another word, I turned, opened the car door, and slid into the backseat. The quiet click of the door behind me felt like the start of something I couldn’t stop.

Julian followed immediately, a shadow of dominance and desire. He didn’t waste a second—his hands were on me, rough and deliberate, guiding me onto all fours across the backseat. The cold leather under my palms jolted me, but I barely noticed it. Every nerve in my body was focused on him—on what he was going to do to me.

“Stay just like that,” he muttered, his voice ragged as he stood behind me.

I heard him move, the soft rustle of fabric, and then his hands—those greedy, possessive hands—grabbed at the waistband of my pajama bottoms.

“Julian—” I started, but the words died on my lips with a sharp rip of fabric.

A cool breeze hit my skin as my worn-out pajama bottoms—holes and all—gave way under his impatience. “Fuck, Sammy,” he growled, almost to himself, his voice reverent and possessive. “You’re perfect like this.”

His fingers brushed against the studded buttplug I’d worn all night, just for him. I bit my lip, gasping softly as he teased it.

“My little slut,” Julian murmured, his tone dark and full of approval. “Always ready for me.”

He removed the plug, and before I could even catch my breath, his cock was pressing against me—hot, hard, and with my hole already slick with lube. My body jolted forward as he thrust inside, a rough, unyielding push that stretched me wide and filled me to the completely.

“Julian—” I choked out, my voice breaking.

He groaned low, the sound guttural, primal. His hands found my hips, holding me still as he buried himself deeper. “God, you’re still so fucking tight. How?” His words came out rough and strained, like he was losing himself completely.

I clenched around him, loving the way he cursed under his breath, the way his grip tightened until it almost hurt. And then he started to move.

Hard. Fast. Relentless.

The rhythm of his thrusts rocked me forward, my body hitting the door with every snap of his hips. The car creaked, the windows fogging up, the air thick with the heat between us. I couldn’t think—I couldn’t breathe. My entire world had narrowed to this: the sound of his voice, the way he stretched and claimed me, the possessive press of his hands against my skin.

“Is this what you wanted?” Julian grunted, his voice rough and teasing but edged with desperation. “You love this, don’t you? Being fucked like this—like you’re mine.”

“Yes—fuck, yes,” I gasped, my words broken by the way he filled me, again and again, driving me higher.

Julian’s rhythm faltered as he groaned, his fingers digging into my hips. “You are mine, Sammy. All mine,” he ground out, each word punctuated by a sharp thrust. “And this—” His cock hit that spot inside me that made my vision blur, my body shaking. “This is just for you.”

I cried out, the pleasure coiling tighter, sharper, unbearable. I couldn’t hold back anymore—I didn’t want to. My own orgasm hit me like a flood, spilling down my hand onto his backseat as my body clenched around him.

“Fuck, baby,” Julian groaned, his thrusts turning erratic. His hips snapped forward one last time, burying himself deep inside me as he came, hard and heavy. I felt him pulse, felt his cum flood me in waves, filling me completely until there was nothing left of him to give.

He held me there, panting, his chest rising and falling as he came down, his grip on my hips finally softening. When he pulled back, I collapsed against the seat, my legs trembling, my breath uneven.

Julian’s hands moved over me again, gentle now, soothing where they’d gripped so tight before. He leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered, “Every drop, Sammy. It’s yours. My cum—my everything. Only for you.”

A shiver ran through me at his words, my body still thrumming with satisfaction. I turned my head, just enough to meet his gaze. His eyes—dark, possessive, mine—held me there, pinned beneath the weight of his intensity.

“You’re insane,” I murmured, my voice weak, a soft smile tugging at my lips.

Julian grinned, leaning in to kiss the corner of my mouth. “And you fucking love it.”

Julian kissed me deeply, his lips lingering against mine as if he didn’t want to let me go. His thumb brushed over my cheek one last time, soft and tender—a stark contrast to everything that had happened.

“Goodnight, Sammy,” he murmured, his voice low and satisfied.

I stepped out of the car, my body still aching in the best way. My pajama bottoms hung low on my hips, torn and damp, his cum cooling against my skin. Fuck. I needed to clean up. Badly.

Julian’s car pulled away, the faint rumble of the engine disappearing down the street as I crept toward the front door. The house was quiet, save for the faint hum of the fridge and the occasional creak of wood settling in the walls. Please, please, let everyone be asleep.

I eased the door shut behind me, holding my breath as the lock clicked into place. I needed to get to the bathroom—fast. I moved as quietly as I could, tiptoeing across the hallway, the worn-out bottoms clinging uncomfortably as I tried to make my way the bathroom.

But then I froze.

A sound.

A soft creak from the staircase.

My heart leapt into my throat as I turned slowly, every muscle in my body tensing. That’s when I saw her.

Ali.

She stood on the stairs, bathed in the dim glow from the hallway light. Her face was shadowed, but her expression was unmistakable—wide-eyed and furious. Her lips curled into a sneer, her voice low and venomous as she hissed, “You fucking little bitch!”