I NEED taboo anakin somno shit NOWWW. The worse, the better. The more fucked up and taboo, the better
βsomnophilia with dilf!anakin whoβs your fiancΓ©s older brother
-might make something similar but with boyfriendβs dad anakin. This was kinda tame tbh.
She was already pushing it with her fiancΓ©, he was 10 years older than her. Now she was really pushing it since his older brother was around 20 years older than her. Who could blame her though? He was tall, classy, so charming, and unbelievably sexy.
βNot sure golfing is for me after all .β Her fiancΓ© laughed, he finished telling a golf story to the table, which consisted of his mother, father, and older brother. Her fingers mindlessly played with his own as he spoke, she wasnβt there mentally. Not with the way his older brotherβs eyes would catch hers every few minutes.
Theyβve all had a few drinks and she blamed the incessant lustful thoughts on it. Why else would she be imagining Anakinβs strong hands? Maybe theyβd pull her hair, force themselves into her mouth, inside of her. Even just the thought of how well they could grip her skin made her head dizzy. But the way her eyelids began to droop and become heavy wasnβt something she could ignore any longer. With a soft, sleepy yawn, she tapped her soon-to-be husbandβs shoulder. βIβm gonna go to sleep, okay?β He nodded, barely registering what she was saying before going back to speaking.
βGoodnight guys, Iβll see you in the morning.β The smile that graced her face faltered slightly as she made eye contact with Anakin again, her skin felt as though it was going to catch fire as it warmed. He rubbed a hand over his chin as he said goodnight, the small act seemingly very loud. The tension between them, unknown to everybody else, steadily rose and it had her walking a bit quicker up the stairs to the guest room.
It was wrong, obviously. No matter how much her body craved whatever skills he possessed, it was wrong. With a huff, she got ready for bed, soon crawling under the covers almost half asleep.
The dreams conjured up in her unconscious mind werenβt any better than the day dreaming sheβs been doing. In her dreams Anakin had a sinful way of talking, a sinful way of touching her.
βThatβs it, god I want my cum leaking out of your noseβ Heβd say, gripping her hair tightly as he forced her further down his cock. He shivered at the tightness of her throat as he slid into it. βWould you like that?β His deep voice was velvety, painfully smooth as he spoke. All she could do was moan around him, spit bubbling from the sides of her mouth.
Back at the table Anakin excused himself, saying he was going to the bathroom. His tall figure stalked up the stairs, stopping in front of the guest bedroomβs door. He leaned closer, slowing his breathing to check if he could hear her. It was silent, proving that she was probably asleep.
With a gentle turn of the doorknob, he pushed the door open, his eyes landing on her sleeping figure almost immediately.
His heart beat faster in his chest as he shut the door behind him, stepping closer to gaze at her sleeping face, the only light came from the tv that softly played in the background. From what he could tell, she was perfect. Perfect face, perfect lips, perfect body.
Oh, he loved her body. The way sheβd wear low cut tops, her cleavage almost spilling from the fabric. The pants sheβd wear were tight, sometimes too tight and heβd have to excuse himself to jerk off in the bathroom. All he wanted was to get his hands, his mouth on her and do as he pleased. He knew he could treat her better, fuck her better than his brother. She needed a man like him, someone who could handle her, fuck her tired when she couldnβt sleep, when she was bratty, heβd do it all with a smile.
Heβd teach her how to be the perfect whore, he knew sheβd be eager to please him, to learn how to take it.
His pants tightened at the thought and he couldnβt stop himself from hooking his fingers in the comforter and dragging it down to her ankles. She was wearing a tank top and shorts, shorts that would have killed him if she wore them around him. The globes of her ass strained the material and he thanked whatever god was listening to his prayers and brought her into his life.
βSo pretty.β He mumbled, his voice thick with need. The shorts were cute but had to go so he softly yanked them down and off, leaving them discarded on the floor. He bit down a smile at the panties she adorned, white lace, it was almost like she was doing this on purpose.
His gaze flicked upward, checking if she was stirring awake at all. When he knew it was safe to keep going he spread her legs, almost moaning at her panty-clad mound. It took every ounce of self restraint to not tear the lacy material off and force his aching cock inside of her.
She laid on her stomach, shielding her breasts from him which he didnβt really appreciate. He thought about flipping her over but that was too risky and he was on a time crunch. So he pushed down his pants and boxers just enough to free his cock, his hand lazily stroking as he positioned himself behind her. She had such an effect on him, his tip already leaking pearls of pre cum as he pushed her panties to the side.
The gentle musk of her had his eyes rolling to the back of his head, oh what he wouldnβt give to press his face against her pussy and live out the rest of his days there. Another shaky breath left him as he leaned on his hands over her, guiding himself to her core.
The first touch had goosebumps spreading over his clothed skin, and this time he couldnβt stop himself from fully pushing forward and filling her up. His mouth parted and his hips stuttered at the heavenly feel of her tight walls enveloping him. It took a few soft thrusts to fully get inside her but he didnβt care, the house could be burning down at that moment and he still wouldnβt have cared.
She made a few sounds in her sleep, moving a little but didnβt wake up. His gaze was fierce as he stared at the side of her face as his thrusts picked up, her eyebrows knit together a moment later. Lowering himself to her back, his chest pressed against it and he nudged his hands under her to get to her breasts, harshly groping when he made contact. Anakin lets out a strained groan into her neck, feeling like he was on cloud nine.
He fucked her like theyβve been married for years, like this wasnβt the first time, like she wasnβt engaged to his little brother. Her body lunged forward every thrust and soon her eyes were creaking open.
He didnt care, his hand made quick work of leaving her breast and pressing tightly against her mouth. His cock twitched when she fully came to and tried to push him off, her feeble attempts made this so much hotter.
ββuh-uh, baby, youβre not going anywhere. Be a good girl and take it.β He panted into her ear, his forehead pressed against the side of her head.
She was beyond confused, but the one thing she knew is that he felt amazing in her. Anakinβs tip kissed her cervix every thrust, her fiancΓ© had never done that before.
Anakin was big, she could feel the veins on his shaft, she could feel how he split her in half to accommodate his size. It was mind numbing as he picked up the pace, even just the way his broad frame shadowed her own. He could break her in half if he wanted and it had a muffled whimper leaving her throat.
The man above her smirked, it was lewd and predatory. He was right, she was a whore, a slut for good dick. He hummed against her ear, pressing harder against her mouth so her head was pushed back further. He slowed his hips, opting for pushing deeper in her.
She groaned into his hand, pushing back into his hips as best she could, trying to signal for him to speed up again. He chuckled darkly, digging his teeth into his bottom lip, the action threatened to draw blood but he didnt pay any mind to it.
Most people wouldβve been distraught by now, but not her. She wanted this and he knew it. She stuffed her hand down and into her panties, toying with her puffy clit in fast circles.
βYou want more? Youβre fucking pathetic, begging your fiancΓ©βs brother to fuck you faster. What would he say if he saw you dripping all over my dick? Hm? If he saw you being fucked stupid.β He taunted cruelly, he decided to drive into her again, fast enough to make her brain stop working but not fast enough to have the bed make any noise.
The realness of his words caused her stomach to tighten in worry, but the idea that his brother could walk in any moment and catch them had her squeezing Anakinβs cock and coming around him hard. A broken moan leaves her, still muffled by his hand thankfully. Humiliation nips at her because of how fast she came, but she couldnβt help it. Sheβs touched herself to this exact scenario multiple times, being taken roughly and without choice by him.
The euphoric feeling had her toes curling, her fingers digging into the sheets below, and her eyes rolling.
βThatβs a good girl, pussy so fucking tight.β The feeling of her orgasm had his balls tightening, he was getting close. Her gummy, wet walls almost suctioning around him was lethal, and he would happily die right then and there. Lodged in the most perfect pussy heβs ever fucked.
βGonna cum inside you, fill you up. Kay, baby?β She nodded quickly, sweat dripping down the sides of her face. Anakin wasnβt any better, drops of sweat dripped onto her hair and the back of her neck.
A muffled βpleaseβ came from her and he groaned, probably a bit too loud before his hips stuttered once more. He pressed himself as far as he could inside her and pressed his face into the junction of her neck and shoulder, painting her walls white.
βThatβs it, taking it so well.β He murmured, gently thrusting before coming to a stop. The pair panted, catching their breaths before he gripped her hips and pulled out. White leaked from her abused hole, making it almost impossible for Anakin to get up.
But he did, pulling his pants and boxers back up. She thought he was going to leave just like that, but he leaned over to firmly grasp her hair, tugging her head backwards so he could duck down and sloppily connect their lips. Itβs all teeth and tongue but has a familiar feeling stirring in her gut again.
βDonβt waste what I gave you, Iβll check tomorrow.β His gaze bores into hers and she dumbly nods. Tapping her cheek meanly, he stood back up straight, stretching his arms to get rid of the stiffness in his joints before he cast one last glance at her debauched form and left. She tried to call out to him softly but he didnβt turn back, only shutting the door silently.
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