The Book of Power

"You know that's not possible, right? You're my sister's stepson, and I'm married. Have been for the past seven years. Being yours... is..." 

She hesitated, her mind swirling with thoughts she didn't know she should have.

"Mine is what. Elli, don't you like me?"

"Of course, I do." 

No fucking way she didn't. 

If she hadn't, she wouldn't have "taught" him sex ed in such a way before, nor let him have a threesome with her sister and her.

Even though she was married, there were some things she couldn't deny.

After all, he was rich, young, handsome, well-endowed, caring... and that cock? God, well-endowed didn't cover it—thick as her wrist, veiny, and relentless. A woman's wet dream on legs.

"So, why not?"

"Why not? ...I'm married." But her protest sounded so weak, she couldn't believe it herself.

After all, just a few minutes ago, she'd been getting plowed by this handsome young man screaming in ecstasy, without caring about her husband.

However, she was still a doctor...

Even a stupid person could tell that she was influenced by something.

Although she knew he might've done something...since, no matter how desperate she was, she wouldn't have a threesome with her sister and nephew on the first go, right?

Maybe he had drugged her or something, she didn't know, but did she dare say that she didn't like it at all...that she hadn't been dreaming about it for a while, dreaming her handsome nephew would plow her holes until she was so full of him.

She didn't.

"A marriage in name only. 

How many times has your husband been at home since you married him? 

How long have you been fucked until you're satisfied...before today?"

"I..."

"What about children. Don't tell me, Aunt Elli. You didn't want one. I've heard from Chris how much you like children and want one."

To be honest, he didn't ask shit.

It's just while he was fucking her, every time he talked about breeding her, her cunt would twitch and spasm around him.

So he just guessed she wanted one.

And she hadn't gotten one from her husband.

"Tell me, Elli. Although you have endured until now? Can you endure it forever."

His words struck a nerve, making her think about everything in her life. 

Her husband, Daniel, wasn't as old as her sister's husband. At 35, he was still relatively young, but what good was that when he was a slave to his corporate job?

As a mid-level business employee, he'd drag his ass home late every night, reeking of cheap office coffee and sweat, his eyes bloodshot from staring at spreadsheets. 

Exhausted, he'd collapse on the couch, barely managing a grunt before passing out, sometimes, leaving her to eat dinner alone again. 

And those endless business trips? 

He'd vanish for weeks at a time, jetting off to seal deals in some soulless conference room, while she lay in their cold bed, her pussy aching and untouched. 

Sometimes she wouldn't get fucked for weeks, and when they did, it was a pathetic, half-hearted pump with his short, limp dick that barely scratched her itch, leaving her frustrated and dripping with unfulfilled need. 

Sure, he was making money, but wasn't she the same?

From morning to evening, she'd work at the hospital, then wait for her husband at home to shower her with some love, and nourish her with his cream, making her fatigue go away, but what she got?

Nothing. No love no lust.

Didn't she deserve a man who could pin her down and rail her senseless, flooding her womb with hot cum until she screamed?

And after seven goddamn years, still no baby.

At first, he said he wanted to focus on his career so they could give their kid a good future. As if she didn't have a career, busting her ass as a doctor. She was willing to compromise, to put her dreams on hold, but what about him? However, she still relented, after all, he was still thinking about their future.

Later, it became clear he just couldn't do it, no matter how many times they tried. Maybe it was her problem? Bullshit—she was a doctor, for fuck's sake; she'd run the tests herself. 

Her body was fertile, primed, begging to be bred. No, it was him: that pathetic little cock of his, too short and weak to pry open her tight uterine walls, his watery seed spilling uselessly without ever reaching her womb. 

Before she married him at 22, she had two boyfriends, whose dicks were bigger than his but still not enough to truly satisfy her, leaving her craving more, deeper, harder. 

That's the reason she'd rushed into marriage, scared she'd turn into a cock-hungry slut like her sister Chris, spreading her legs for any thick shaft that came along.

But Elli didn't hate sex; far from it. 

She wanted both—love and lust, a stable life where she could get pounded raw without the chaos.

So when Daniel confessed, she said yes, married him on the spot, dreaming of that perfect married bliss. 

But what did she get? 

A hollow shell of a relationship, a bed that gathered dust, and a throbbing cunt that screamed for attention she never got.

With all these grievances piling up and her lust growing like a wildfire, she'd had no choice but to bury herself in work. 

But fuck, she was a woman in her prime—29, curves for days, tits that strained against her scrubs, an ass that turned heads. Desires? 

She had them in spades, so much filthy, dripping desire. 

At the hospital, doctors and patients alike would rake her over with those fiery, lustful stares, mentally stripping her, imagining bending her over an exam table and pounding her senseless until her pussy gushed. 

It made her lust flare, her clit throb under her panties, nipples hardening as she fought the urge to beg one of them to fill her up. 

But no way in hell would she cheat like Chris, even as every nerve in her body screamed for a fat cock to split her open. The one she had was useless....

And the one she wanted? He was clueless. 

Max Miller. 

Well...as if it wasn't clear, the sisters shared the same type, Chris was a total slut for her stepson, so why wouldn't Elli be? 

Three years ago, when she first laid eyes on him, that dormant fire in her belly roared back to life, her cunt clenching at the sight of his broad shoulders, that cocky grin, imagining him pinning her down and breeding her like a bitch in heat. 

Maybe that's why Chris was so damn sure Max could conquer her without any hypnosis; Elli had been wet for him from day one.

And today she'd finally have him, and now he was asking her for more.

Looking into the young man's eyes, she murmured. "I don't know. Maybe I could've. But now..."

Now that she had finally tasted ecstasy, now that she had finally been fucked by the young man she had been crushing on...

Now that she had experienced the overwhelming sensation of his thick cock filling her to the brim, a sensation much more euphoric than she'd imagined every time, she masturbated, now that her womb had been filled by his seeds, and her cunt molded into his shape...

How could she endure?

However, even though she liked him...even though she was aching to experience that overwhelming sensation again and again...even if she could divorce her husband, that useless man, but...

She knew he was not asking about that.

Because, from the moment she visited the apartment, from the moment she saw her sister and him, naked as if they'd just taken a break to fuck again, Elli knew.

That this handsome young man was an insatiable Playboy.

When her sister was in his arms, his cock ached to plow her...when he did, his palms would squeeze her sister's tits, filling them again and again.

So she knew what he was talking about, was just being his possession...

While he could fuck many women outside, plowing any hole he felt attracted to, he wanted her to be his.

To be honest, such a scumbag statement should've disgusted her...

But she found out that she didn't feel that way at all.

If she hadn't tasted that pleasure, she might've ...but now.

Could she actually refuse? Did she really want to refuse?

But this guy will have many women, will she still look for her?

Max didn't know what she was thinking.

Anyway, he had already made up her mind to make her his.

And judging from her reaction, her married life wasn't going well, not to mention, she had a crush on him.

She was probably hesitant about his promiscuous nature... no, she was actually worried that after having other women, he would forget about her and might not satisfy her like he did today.

Since that's the case, it was quite easy.

Seeing that she did not speak, 

Max did. "Oh, not being able to make a decision. Don't worry about it. After this, you'd be.'

He grabbed her waist, squeezing her flesh, causing her to shudder.

"No...not here, someone might see, let's go to a hotel." 

Max’s touch immediately touched her delicate, sensitive skin, causing her to shudder as she glanced outside.

"It’s way too late. Where would we even find a hotel now? And didn’t you say you wanted to go home after this?" The young man, however, wrapped his arm around her slender waist and gently pulled her into his embrace, whispering in her ear,

"If we get a room, we won’t be leaving until morning." 

"Don't worry, it's too late at night, and we're perfectly parked."

As he spoke, Max’s hand slid upwards, pressing against her high, full breasts through her thin shirt and bra.

"No, but someone could still..." 

Elli placed her hand on his palm that was caressing her, but didn’t pull it away forcefully, letting him gently caress and knead it as he lowered his head and whispered in her ear, 

"Don't worry, no one will actually look.

And even if they do, they'll only think a couple is being passionate after missing each other. And you know, Elli, even though we've been fucking for hours just a while ago, I want you so much right now. Don't you?"

His hot breath tickled her ear, stirring her desires. 

And she was never the one to shy away.

She'd had enough of shying away.

The moment Max spoke, her mind unconsciously imagined the scene of the two of them naked and entangled in the car, fucking each other like animals, and her thighs throbbed in need.

Somewhere down the street, another car sat idling with fogged windows. 

In a city like this, asking questions was a fast way to be labeled a creep. 

The kind people called the police on.

Or worse—boom.

Well...America had a reputation for a reason.

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