Forced to be my sisters lover in a reverse world-Chapter 13: one way ticket to plap city please!

My clothes didn't stand a chance the moment we stepped inside. She slammed me against the couch, her hands ripping my shirt apart, the fabric shredding with a sharp tear. My bare skin was exposed, and her strong fingers clawed at my body, tracing every inch with raw hunger, leaving no spot untouched.
"Perfect... so fucking... perfect," she growled softly, her voice low and rough under the moonlight spilling through the window. Her hands slid up to my throat, wrapping around my neck with a firm grip. My eyes rolled back, a shudder running through me as she stared, drinking in the sight of me trembling under her touch.
"Please, Mommy, fuck me..." I gasped, my voice desperate, my tongue slipping out of my mouth as I panted, unable to control myself.
"God, you're such a feral little slut for me, aren't you, Noah?" Her voice was a low, teasing purr as her grip on my neck loosened. I nodded, unable to look away from the heat in her gaze. She pressed her thumb against my lips, her eyes glinting with dominance. "Suck."
I obeyed instantly, wrapping my lips around her thumb, sucking gently at first, then harder, my tongue brushing against her skin. I stared into her eyes, feeling the intensity between us spike.
A wicked smirk curled her lips as she leaned closer, her breath hot against my ear. "I'm gonna wreck you so fucking bad, Noah..."
Her thumb slid out of my mouth with a wet pop, a thin strand of saliva clinging to my lips. Her hands returned to my neck, fingers tightening just enough to send a rush of heat through me, my need flaring back to life.
"Please, Elara, I need you so fucking bad," I groaned, my voice rough, eyes heavy with lust as I stared up at her.
Without warning, she shoved me down onto the couch. I hit the cushions with a low grunt, and in an instant, she was on me, her body pinning mine. Her hands moved fast, gripping the bulge straining against my pants, squeezing with a firm, deliberate pressure that made me gasp.
"Begging already?" she teased, her voice low and taunting as her fingers tightened just a bit more. "You really know how to make a girl wanna fuck you..."
I bucked my hips, craving that sweet release. Soft whines and whimpers slipped from my lips as she kept rubbing my hard-on, each slow touch sending jolts of pleasure up my spine.
My hands reached up, finding her chest. I fondled her boobs, squeezing gently, completely captivated by their shape and softness. "You're one of those boob guys, aren't you? I've noticed more and more men getting into them lately," she teased with a smirk. I nodded, unable to tear my eyes away from her perfect D-cup breasts.
She released my hard-on and tugged off her shirt and bra in one smooth motion, exposing the perfect mounds I'd fantasized about since I was a kid.
I didn't bother just staring—my hands were on her instantly, fondling her breasts, brushing over her nipples with my thumbs. Elara let out a few soft gasps, her breath hitching under my touch.
"Hey, it's not fair if I'm the only one naked," she said with a playful pout. I nodded, feeling a little dizzy from the heat of the moment. Sitting up, I yanked off my shirt, then peeled away my tank top. "Slowly..." she whispered, her voice low and teasing. I grinned, dragging it out, lifting the fabric inch by inch to reveal the lower half of my stomach, then up to my chest, finally showing my nipples. I groaned as her nails flicked over one, the sharp sensation making me shudder.
Finally, my tank top was off, leaving just our pants and underwear as the last barriers between us. "These are so damn annoying," she grumbled, her fingers deftly unzipping my pants and tugging them down in one quick motion. My boner strained even harder against the thin fabric of my underwear, practically begging for release.
Her hand came down with a playful slap on my hard-on, making me whimper softly. "God, you're so cute when you whine for your sis," she teased, her voice dripping with mischief.
She got up from the couch, her movements deliberate as she slid her pants and underwear down together, letting them pool at her feet. My eyes locked onto her glistening pussy, her lips already slick and ready for me.
She straddled me again, my bulge pressed right against her clit, drawing soft moans from her lips as she savored the friction. "Fuck, Noah... don't be pissed if I can't hold out long," she breathed, her voice heavy with need.
"Don't worry, we've got all night," I replied with a smirk, watching her fingers hook into the waistband of my underwear. She tugged them down, and my erection sprang free, throbbing with anticipation. "It's aching, Elara... please, just fuck me."
"Ask and you'll get it," she purred, positioning herself over me. In one swift motion, she sank down onto my shaft, her back arching sharply as a loud, raw moan ripped through the room. I swear the whole house heard it. She shuddered, and I could tell she was teetering on the edge already.
"Did you just...?" I teased, looking up at her with a cocky grin.
"No," she gasped, her breath ragged, "but holy shit, I was so close." Her hands slid to my sides, gripping and kneading my skin as she steadied herself, her touch sending sparks through me.
My cock pulsed hard as her touch sent shivers through me, her tight warmth gripping me like she was molded just for me. She was right—I was made for her.
She rolled her hips slowly at first, mirroring the hesitant rhythm of our first time. "Oh, fuck, enough with the teasing already," she growled, her voice dripping with impatience as she picked up the pace, moving faster and harder with every thrust.
"Aghhh~"
"More, more... please, Elara..." I groaned, my eyes locked on the sight of my cock disappearing into her tight, gripping cunt. "I'm all yours..."
Her hands slid up to my neck again, clamping down with a fierce grip that made my vision blur, nearly pushing me over the edge into darkness. The pressure of her fingers combined with the heat of her pussy wrapped around me was almost unbearable—I was teetering on the brink of release.
"Mark me, Mommy~ Bruise my neck... let everyone know I'm claimed..." I whimpered, my voice breaking as my tongue lolled out and my eyes crossed, my mind shattering under the overwhelming pleasure.
"Holy fuck, Noah, if you keep making that damn face..." she growled, her hips slamming down even harder on my cock, so rough I swear it's gotta be bruised by now.
The house echoed with the relentless sound of skin slapping against skin, loud enough that I'm pretty sure the neighbors were ready to file a noise complaint.
"I'm gonna cum, Noah, fuck, I'm cumming!" she gasped, her pussy tightening around me in a death grip, squeezing out my own release as I groaned beneath her.
Her pussy clenched so tightly I thought my dick was gonna get chopped off. She drained every last drop I had left in me, even though it'd only been a few hours since our first round.
My hands instinctively went to my neck, fumbling over the skin. The post-orgasm haze dulled my senses, but I could tell it was tender, probably covered in bruises from her earlier work.
"No other woman’s gonna dare touch you now," Elara purred, her eyes gleaming as she traced the marks she'd left on my skin with a satisfied smirk.
She collapsed beside me, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. I nestled into her arms, craving the heat of her body and the comfort that always followed.
"Damn, Noah," she panted, a small smirk playing on her lips. "You're so fucking lucky I'm on birth control. When we decide to try for kids, I bet I'll be knocked up on the first go."
Her hand gently guided my head to rest against her chest, the familiar spot where we always cuddled. "You did amazing, Noah," she murmured, her voice soft and warm. "So damn good."
"I love you, Elara," I whispered against her chest, my lips brushing over her soft skin as I kissed her breasts gently.
"I love you more, Noah," she replied, her voice warm and tender, her fingers threading through my hair.
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"And... send." I muttered, watching the progress bar fill before the screen dimmed. The video—everything that happened at Prince Pizza—was finally on its way to the police.
A weight settled on my chest, but it wasn't relief. I couldn't stop thinking about that lady. Hopefully, I'll see her face on the news soon, with a headline about her arrest.
But more than that, I just hope the boy's okay. He looked completely drained—his eyes dull, his movements weak, like he was running on empty. His clothes hid everything from the neck down, and that made it worse. I kept wondering what I didn't see—how many bruises, how much pain he was still carrying beneath all that fabric.
Elara's arms slid around my bare body, her warmth pressing against my skin. She kissed my cheek softly before her tongue traced a slow, teasing line across it.
"Ready for round two?" she whispered, her breath hot against my ear.
I let out a shaky laugh, still trying to catch my breath. "I'm not gonna be able to walk tomorrow, am I?"