Her eyelids drifted shut and her hips rolled. Lips parting on a gasp, she disappeared into a haze of need, her hands moving over her own skin, teasing the cord between her tits, tugging her nipples before letting them snap back.
A low groan slipped from her lips.
“Talk to me, baby. Tell me how you feel.”
“Full. Hot. God, I ache.” A whimper escaped as she ground down against the vibrating head. “Nick, please…”
“Soon, baby. God, if you could see yourself right now… I’ll never scrub this view of you from my mind. Keep rolling those gorgeous hips and haunt me forever.”
Chance may not forgive me. I had to accept that when I had no way to tell him just what his little sister did to me, both in and out of her clothes.
She delighted in driving me to madness and in the quiet moments between, unconsciously snagging my heart with windows into her own.
And right here and now, her brazen side, with a complete lack of shame, exuded such potent sexual power I had to fight the urge to drop to my knees in actual worship while watching her come apart.
A guttural cry tore from her throat filled the room. Her hips jerked in a jagged pattern as she clasped the wand and ground her clit against the head. With her head thrown back, she spasmed and shuddered, drowning in sensation.
Every move, every sound, the scent of sex filling the room, it all carved itself into my memories ensuring a lifetime of playing this moment over and over again as I grasped at all the same sensations rocking me in this moment.
My throat ran dry and my palms itched to touch her. I forced myself to stay back, to stand on the outside of her orgasm as it shook her to the core.
Push and pull. All the time. In the smallest of ways, everything between us reduced to the fragile balance of opposing forces.
Snatching a condom from my grooming kit on the dresser, I made my way to the bed and climbed up, settling in behind her. Her head fell back against my shoulder while I rolled on protection. I licked along her salty shoulder, the flavor of her damp skin tattooing itself on my tongue.
Everything had changed. We’d never be who we were to each other before.
I tucked my hand under her hair and gripped her neck and guided her down until her face settled against the mattress, her ass high in the air, and the wand vibrated against her swollen clit. The jeweled base of the plug winked up at me. With a firm tug, just enough to send sensation rippling through her, I worked myself inside her.
“God, you’re so full. I feel that glass filling that fucking amazing ass dragging along the side of my cock from the inside.” I sank deeper, gritted my teeth, and shook my head as the orgasm I’d been staving off screamed for more. “Christ.”
She let out a choked cry. “Nick! I can’t—just do it. It’s so much. I’m begging you. Please. I need to come again.”
My hands gripped her ass. I dragged her up, her hips jutting in the air at a crude angle. “You can and you will do it,” I said and sank the rest of the way in. “Trust me, baby. I’ll take care of you.”
She yelped but ground back on me the way she did with my fingers, so I moved. I leaned over her and fisted her hair with my other palm curled around her hip. Dragging out of her tight heat, my hips suspended with the tip sheathed in her soaking slit, I pumped back in hard and deep.
Her arousal soaked my cock, but still I wanted more. I set a punishing pace with her ass in the air where I played with the plug. I teased us both with torturous careful strokes until almost seated fully in her. And that’s where I slammed the rest of the way in with enough force she bucked.
Every time she lurched forward, I tugged on that gem between her cheeks, eliciting pleasure-filled cries until she was screaming, her pussy squeezing me with the orgasm ripping through her.
More. I wanted more. Craved more.
I needed her shivering with the force of my cock pummeling her, until the echo of me fucking her pulsed with her every step. If she rolled over in bed, I wanted the way I carved her up and hollowed her out to be the reason for the groan sliding from her lips.
Over and over, I took her. My seductive strokes turned to demands until she was fighting to stay on the bed and the wand she straddled, soaked with her, vibrated against my balls and ass.
The tingle began in my spine, the burn spreading under my skin as I fucked her into the mattress with everything I had, until tears streamed down her cheeks.
My balls drew up, I gnashed my teeth, and a feral growl tore from my throat as I hammered my release into her.
Her marks burned on my ass with each thrust. She burned in my heart with every cry.
Still, I needed more.
Wrapping my fingers around the handle, I popped the plug free and set off one last climax, leaving her screaming, beating her fists on the bed.
Still pulsing inside her, I turned off the wand, curled over her back, and smoothed away the hair clinging to the side of her face.
