Jason's breath trembled, his grip tight on his cock, thick and slick with the heat of her pussy, as he knelt over Stella.
His other hand dug into her thigh, spread wide and locked in the spreader bar, her flesh quivering beneath his palm.
She lay beneath him—gagged, bound, the blindfold pushed just high enough to bare her eyes, wild and burning with need.
Scarlet ropes crisscrossed her chest, a harness worshipping her heavy breasts, each loop biting into her soft skin, her nipples flushed dark and straining with desperate want.
A muffled moan vibrated behind the ball gag, raw and aching.
Jason's voice was a low command. "Look at me."
Her eyes locked onto his, wide and unyielding.
He pushed in.
Slow, deliberate, his cock stretching her open, her slick pussy lips parting to take him.
Her heat enveloped him, inch by agonizing inch, until he was buried deep inside his stepmother—the woman who'd haunted his every waking thought, every fevered dream.
Her eyes rolled back, a shudder rippling through her bound body, her thighs trembling in the restraints.
He held still, letting her feel him, letting himself drown in her.
Her pussy pulsed around his cock, clenching, inviting, so wet it was obscene.
She gripped him like she never wanted to let go.
Jason drew back halfway, then thrust in again, deep and sure.
Her body rocked against the ropes, the strands rubbing her breasts as she jerked beneath him.
He fucked her slow, grinding his hips flush against hers, each movement deliberate, savoring the way her pussy sucked him in.
Her groan, muffled by the gag, was a siren's call, her eyes blazing into his, and that sound—God, that sound—made his cock twitch inside her.
"You're mine," he whispered, his hand wrapping around her throat—not squeezing, just claiming, his fingers steady against her racing pulse.
She moaned, the sound vibrating through the gag, her body arching into his touch.
He moved harder now, thrusts deeper, more forceful, her pussy greedy and relentless, pulling him in with every stroke.
The bed creaked beneath them, her bound wrists straining against the silk cuffs, her body helpless yet hungry.
Jason leaned down, his lips brushing the gag in a perverse kiss, then sinking his teeth into her shoulder.
She gasped, sharp and needy.
"You like that?" he growled.
She nodded frantically, her muffled whine fueling the fire in his veins.
He grinned, dark and feral.
Then he fucked her.
Hard. Fast.
No restraint, just raw, primal instinct.
His balls slapped against her ass with every brutal thrust, her breasts bouncing in their rope harness, her eyes glazed and glistening with tears of pleasure.
Her breath came in sobbing moans, each stroke stealing the air from her lungs, her body trembling under the onslaught.
Jason leaned to her ear, his voice a low snarl. "This what you wanted? To be fucked like a hole? Like a filthy little cumdump?"
She screamed into the gag—screamed—her voice breaking against the restraint, raw and desperate.
Her pussy clenched, tight and unforgiving.
She was cumming.
He felt it—felt her shatter beneath him, bound and gagged, her body thrashing like something possessed.
Her pussy milked his cock, spasming in waves that pulled him to the edge.
Jason buried himself deep, grunting through clenched teeth as her climax dragged him into his own.
His balls tightened, his body jerked, and he spilled inside her, hot and relentless, filling her soaked, twitching pussy with every pulse.
He collapsed over her, panting, their sweat-slick skin pressed together, breaths syncing in the heavy silence.
His cock twitched inside her, her thighs still trembling around him.
Stella's eyes fluttered open wider beneath the pushed-up blindfold, meeting his gaze.
They stared, wordless, the air thick with the weight of what they'd done.
Bound.
Spent.
Irrevocably changed.