CHAPTER 398: "YES! FUCKING HELL YES!" (R-18)

The steam filled the bathroom like a carnivorous fog, clinging to sweat-slicked skin and echoing every ragged breath. Emma’s scream still reverberated off the tiles as I kept her pinned against my chest, my cock buried to the hilt in her convulsing pussy. But this wasn’t enough. Not for her. Not for the wild, addictive hunger that burned between us.

"More, Wolfe!" she snarled, twisting in my grip like a possessed thing. Her eyes, glazed and feral, locked onto mine in the mirror. "Fuck me like you mean it!"

I slammed her forward, palms flat against the tiled wall. Her breasts flattened against the cold surface. I dragged my cock out until only the head remained, then hammered back in. The wet smack of flesh echoed like a gunshot.

"YES! FUCKING HELL YES!"

Her palms scrabbled at the tiles, fingernails scraping as I levered my weight behind each brutal thrust.

The angle was devastating—hitting that secret spot deep inside that made her pussy tighten and grip my cock and her body convulse. Water streamed down her arched spine, pooling in the delicious dip above her ass. I watched it trickle between her cheeks, down to where my cock stained her pussy lips raw and swollen.

"Look at you," I growled, gripping her hips like handles, yanking her back onto my piston-strokes. "My slutty sister. Taking it like a fucking champion."

"YOUR SLUT! ALWAYS YOUR SLUT!" she sobbed into the wall, tits bouncing violently with each impact. Her screams dissolved into wet, pathetic whimpers before building again into primal shrieks. "HARDER! WRECK ME!"

I obliged. Shifting my stance, I hooked one arm under her knee, lifting her leg high and wide. The new angle let me drive impossibly deeper. Her eyes rolled back, mouth agape in a silent scream as I bottomed out, pounding her cervix. Her inner walls clamped down like a vise, rippling violently as she came undone—again.

"AHHHHHH—PETER.GOD.FUCKING.DAMMIT—!"

Her legs buckled. I held her up effortlessly, continuing to pulverize her through the orgasm. Sweat stung my eyes, mixing with shower spray. Her pussy gushed around me, slick heat running down my thighs.

But Emma wasn’t done. Never done.

She wrenched herself free, spun around, and jumped. Legs wrapped around my waist, arms around my neck. My cock never left her, sliding deep as she locked ankles behind my back. She rode me like a feral animal, using the tiled wall for leverage. Her ass slammed down onto my thighs with bruising force.

"TAKE IT! TAKE THIS PUSSY! IT’S YOURS!" she screamed, nails digging bloody crescents into my shoulders. Her face was a mask of ecstatic agony, tongue lolling, eyes black with eternal lust. "MAKE ME HURT!"

I met her madness. Gripping both asscheeks hard enough to bruise, I lifted her almost off my cock before power-slamming her down.

Again.

Again.

The sound was obscene—wet flesh, cracking tile, her broken screams harmonizing with my guttural roars. Her third orgasm ripped through her like a seismic wave, teeth sinking deep into my shoulder as she shook apart.

Finally spent, she went limp. But her pussy still clenched rhythmically, milking my aching cock. I held her trembling form under the shower spray, steam billowing around us, the air thick with the scent of sex, sweat, and surrender.

Emma nuzzled my neck, panting. "Again." A whisper. A promise. "Do it again, Wolfe. Now."

I chuckled darkly, already hardening inside her. My hunger and Taboo Aura hummed, burning away exhaustion. My hands slid down to grip that perfect, peachy ass—ready to restart the glorious madness.

Emma’s satisfied, wicked smile said it all: This wasn’t fucking. It was war. And we were both undefeated.

The steam was like a living thing, coiling around us as Emma snarled, "Now, Wolfe. Ruin me." Her body trembled with exhaustion, but her eyes burned with feral need. I didn’t hesitate. I yanked her spun; her face-first against the cold tiles. Her palms slapped the surface to brace herself as I kicked her legs wide.

"Hold. Still." My voice was granite. My cock, still slick from her last orgasm, lined up with her swollen, reddened entrance. One brutal thrust buried me to the hilt.

"AHHHH—FUCKING—GOD—YES!"

Her scream shattered the steam. I didn’t wait. I piston-fucked her. No rhythm. No mercy. Just savage, bone-jarring strokes. My hips snapped forward like a battering ram, my balls slapping her clit with each impact. Water streamed down her arched spine, over the curve of her ass where I gripped it hard enough to leave fingerprints.

"TAKING IT—LIKE—A—FUCKING—LITTLE PRINCESSS YOU’RE!" I roared, punctuating each word with a savage thrust. The wet, filthy sounds of her pussy being destroyed echoed under the spray.

Her legs gave out. I caught her, hauling her upright, my arm locked around her ribs like a steel bar. Using her weight, I drove into her from beneath, lifting her onto her toes with every upward surge.

"PETER—PETER—AHHHH—I’M—GONNA—CUM—AGAIN—"

Her head thrashed against my shoulder, teeth sinking deep into my muscle. The pain was gasoline on the fire. I threw her forward, bending her double, her hands gripping her ankles. This new angle let me hit deeper. Her cervix took the bruising blows of my cockhead.

"SQUEAL FOR ME, SLUTTY SISTER!" I snarled, slapping her ass hard enough to crack. The sound echoed like a gunshot.

"EEEEEEEE—OH—FUCK—I’M—CUMMING—DON’T—STOP—DON’T—EVER—STOP—"

She dissolved. Pussy gushed around me, soaking my thighs. Her screams died into wet, sobbing whimpers as her whole body convulsed limp. But I kept going. Chasing my own release. My strokes turned short, vicious, grinding against her cervix. Her nails scraped tile, drawing blood.

"LOOK—AT—ME!" I roared, yanking her head back by her hair. Her tear-blown, ruined eyes met mine. "I own this cunt. Say it!"

"YOU—FUCKING—OWN—IT—PETER—AHHHHHH!"

Her words triggered my eruption. A guttural roar tore from my throat as I slammed home one last time and exploded. Cum flooded her, thick and scalding, painting her deepest walls. I held her impaled on my jerking cock, feeling her pulse through my own, until the last drop was wrung from me.

Emma panted, a wrecked, grinning mess. "Again, Peter my only and forever, love..." she whispered, her voice raw. "I missed this giant cock wrecking my pussy so bad..."

I laughed, dark and satisfied, already hardening inside her wondering if this was my sister really.

Emma tore herself from my grasp, breathless and wild. Her eyes flashed with possessive hunger—my hunger. She spun, braced hands against the fogged glass shower wall, and bent forward like a predator presenting its throat. spine arched deep. ass high. pussy glistening, swollen, dripping under the spray and her cum.

"Mount me," she demanded, over her shoulder, voice like shattered glass. "Mount. Your. Property."

I didn’t walk. I stalked. Grabbing her hips, yanking them back until her ass slammed against my groin. My cock—steel, slick, throbbing—hung heavy between her thighs. She shuddered, feeling its heat. I slid it along her slit, coating myself in her arousal before notching at her entrance.

"Fucking TAKE ME!"

I slammed forward. Her cry cracking tile as I buried myself to the root. "AHHH—YES—FUCKING OWN IT!"

I gripped her hips brutal—fingers sinking into flesh, bruising—and pistoned. No rhythm. Only destruction. My hips hammered, driving into her with the force of a piledriver. Each thrust lifted her onto her toes. Wet slaps echoed like gunshots. Water streamed down the arch of her spine, pooling in the dimple above her ass. I watched my cock tears her open, stretching her pink flesh raw around my thickness.

"THIS PUSSY WAS MADE FOR MY COCK!" I snarled "ONLY—YOURS—WOLFE—FUCKING—RUIN—IT!" she sobbed, knuckles white on the glass. Her screams dissolved into wet, helpless whimpers as her first orgasm detonated. Pussy gushed, drenching my thighs. Her legs buckled.

I didn’t stop. I wrenched her upright by the hair, spine against my chest. One hand clamped her throat (not choking—owning

). The other slammed between her legs, fingers rubbing her clit in vicious circles. My hips never stopped—grinding, deep, deep strokes.

"CUM. AGAIN. SLUT SIS."

"GONNA—AHHHH—PETER—FUCK—RIGHT—THERE—"

She exploded again. Convulsing like a live wire, screaming like a banshee, squirting all over my hand and thighs. Her juices splashed the glass.

But Emma’s hunger is endless. She wrenched free, spun, and shoved me against the tiled bench. Straddled me reverse cowgirl, ass slamming down onto my cock with bruising force. She gripped the bench edge for leverage and rode. Not grinding. DESTROYING herself on me. Her ass cheeks clapped against my thighs. Tits bounced violently.

"WATCH ME, WOLFE! WATCH ME TAKE EVERY FUCKING INCH!"

"LOOK AT YOU," I groaned, gripping her waist, guiding her brutal drops onto my cock. "MY PERFECT, INSANE SLUT."

She slammed down—once—and shattered. Her third orgasm hit like a freight train. Eyes rolled back. Body seized. A choked, animal scream tore from her throat as she collapsed backward against me, spent. But her pussy milked me. Rippling. Demanding.

I flipped her onto her back on the wet tiles. Threw her legs over my shoulders. Drove into her with the fury of the Taboo System itself. Short. Savage. Hitting her cervix. She clawed my back. Drawing blood.

"FILL ME, PETER! BREED YOUR SLUTTY SISTER!"

Her words detonated my release. A roar ripped from my soul as I buried myself deep and exploded. Cum flooded her womb—thick, scorching, endless. I pulsed inside her. Marking her. Owning her.

We lay shattered. Steam curling around us. Water washed over our bruised, bitten, bleeding bodies. Emma kissed my chest, whispering:

"Next time... bathroom floor. Broken tiles."

A dark laugh rumbled in my chest. The Taboo System hummed. Victory. Emma belonged to me. Utterly. Eternally. And she’d just proven—she wanted it broken.

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A/N:Tell me guys how y’all liked this. And where are my GIFTS guys. C’mon.