Fortunately for her, right now, we want the same thing—for Pippa to come so hard, it breaks her.
“No one else gets to see you like this,” I rasp, eyes glued to where she’s riding my hand.
Something swells in my chest and the next command comes out in a growl. “No one else gets to feel how tight you squeeze when you’re about to fall apart. This is mine, Pippa. All. Fucking.Mine.”
I focus my attention on her clit, drawing hard circles around it, repeating any motion that makes Pippa cry out. I curl my finger inside her as she fucks me, searching for the spot that’ll make her lose it.
“Be good now, baby,” I mutter. “Come for me. Scream my name when you do it.”
Her pussy trembles and clenches like a vice around my finger, the second before Pippa screams and orgasms. I rub her clit through it, extending it as long as I can. Fuck, the next timeshe comes, I need to see her face. I need that image in my mind for any future jack-off sessions.
Finally, she slumps bonelessly against the table, all the fight orgasmed out of her. This moment should be perfect.
Except she didn’t listen to instructions.
Grabbing her by the arms, I haul her up against me and spin her so she’s looking at me.
“You want to tell me what the fuck you were doing?”
She blinks up at me through heavy eyelids. “I was coming?”
“And I didn’t hear my goddamn name.”
Pippa’s tongue peeks out as she wets her lips. Her red lipstick is still on, but a little smudged. So is her mascara. Her hair is all mussed from me grabbing it, her olive skin flushed from her arousal. She looks sexy as fuck, all messed up from my touch.
“I’m sorry,” she says in a sing-song voice that lets me know she’s not.
If I were thinking like a Dom, I’d give her what she’s asking for. I’d take a step back and tell her that if she can’t behave, she doesn’t get my cock.
Too bad I’m barely capable of thinking at all, not with Pippa’s scent surrounding me and her cocky smile challenging me.
“Take your goddamn clothes off,” I mutter. “Or I’m tearing them off.”
Pippa blinks, and I can see her calculating how serious I am. She finally comes to her senses, yanking her dress up and over her head.
Underneath, she’s a fucking vision. Black lace bra and panties, garter belt, stockings, all barely covering her smooth olive skin. She yanks the bra off, revealing soft breasts that my hands ache to touch.
While she undoes the garters and pulls off her panties, I unbutton my pants and pull out my cock. I don’t miss the wayher eyes gloss over when she sees it, rock-hard and already leaking pre-cum.
Before she can roll down her stockings, I grab her by her thighs and lift her onto the edge of the table. She reaches for my shoulders for balance while I line up my cock with her entrance. I don’t have the patience to tease her right now.
“Tell me to stop,” I mutter.
Pippa whines, pressing her pussy back against me in a silent yes.
I slam right inside her in a single hard stroke.
Motherfucker.
She’s so hot and tight, I have to clench my eyes shut to keep from coming right then. It’s fucking heaven being inside her.
I brace one hand beside her head and lock the other on her hip, holding her exactly where I want her as I bottom out. Her nails carve crescent moons into my shoulders, and the sting only makes me thrust deeper.
“You feel that, Pips?” I grind out. “That’s every inch of me.”
Pippa gasps out a breath as if she can’t breathe, wrapping her legs around my waist as she drags in another shuddering breath. I can tell by the set of her jaw that the sudden intrusion hurt, so I stay fucking still to let her adjust to me. Normally, I’d have done more prep with my fingers, worked myself in inch by inch, but with her I have absolutely no self-control.
That’s a problem to examine when I’m not buried nine inches deep in my stepsister.
