That final thread snaps at the dominance in her voice. Pulling her hair back and sneering, I make her wince.
“If you want to come again, I’d advise you watch what comes out of that fucking mouth.”
She smirks and pulls me in for a harsh kiss. It seems that dirty talk is her kryptonite. Correction, dominant, dirty talk. In one swift move, I tear her lace panties in half. Her gasp is music to my ears. She pulls my boxers down, and my dick springs free. It’s hard, throbbing, and in need of release. She stares at it for a moment, her eyes wide.
“Why do you think I prepped you? You should thank me for that.” In truth, fingering her wasn’t my plan. None of this was my plan. After seeing her pinned up, helpless against the door, knowing how turned on she was, I knew what decision I’d made, consequences be damned.
Kami's eyes narrow. “Having a big dick doesn’t mean shit if you don’t know how to use it.” She smiles at that, thinking her words will affect my performance. They do the complete opposite.
A primal instinct takes over, making me bite her nipple through her dress hard enough to make her scream louder than when she came. Pleased with the sound, I stroke myself, ready to be buried deep inside of her, when she suddenly blurts out, “Condom.”
Fuck. I almost forgot. And I never forget.
“I’m on the pill, but still.” Her tits bounce with her heavy breaths, distracting me once again.
“Yeah, no, I agree.” I fish one out of my wallet from the pants on the floor and put it on in record time.
We both pause and look down to where her pussy and my cock are about to connect for the first time. Our eyes lock, and I think we finally start to process that everything’s going to change after this. I’m about to fuck my ex’s twin sister, my former best friend, and I don’t have it in me to give a shit right now.
With that, I pull her ass to the edge of the vanity and rub my dick on her clit, which makes her melt into my arms. I give her no warning when I slam myself into her. She shouts my name and her eyes roll to the back of her head.
“Holy fuck,” I groan and stay still for a second, afraid I’ll finish too soon.
“Don’t you dare stop.”
Frustration courses through me. “I told you to shut up.” She smiles again, but it disappears almost instantly, replaced with a moan.
Grabbing the back of her neck to keep her head steady, I thrust in harder. We’re both grunting and moaning. One of her hands moves to grab my ass cheek, and she digs her nails in while I do the same with her hip.
Fuck this feels amazing.
Changing positions, I push her flat onto her back, forcing her forearms to fall. She lets out a surprised gasp, and even though I know she’s holding back, she’s still being too damn loud.
“Keep your fucking voice down.”
She grits her teeth, talking through moans and loud gasps. “I heard you the first time, asshole. If I feel like screaming, then I will.” And then she flips me off. She fucking flips me off while I’m inside of her. My hand moves from her hips to her neck, choking her hard enough to hurt and cut her airway off for a matter of seconds. She clenches around me, making me throw my head back with a groan. This woman likes it rough.
“I’m going to come.” She tightens around my cock again.
“I know. I can feel it.” And I’m not too far behind.
She opens her mouth into anOshape, and her eyebrows furrow.
“Come for me. Come all over my cock.”
“Cameron, oh God.” Her pussy starts convulsing around my dick, and this time I let her scream. Fuuuuuck. My body tenses up, and after three final thrusts, I come louder and harder than I ever have before. It feels like the longest orgasm of my life, and I have to hold onto the counter to keep myself from falling.
It takes multiple thrusts to let my orgasm run its course before I take myself out of her, and she flinches. Her legs are shaking when she slides off the marble. The air in the room changes so abruptly, it’s like we’re coming back from an alternate reality.
She stands up from the counter with unsteady legs.
I clear my throat, never having been in this situation. The situation being, I just fucked my ex’s twin sister after two and a half years of not speaking.
“Um. Sorry if I was too rough. I’m usually more careful the first time I have sex with someone.” She doesn’t glance my way. “Are you okay?” I tuck my dick into my pants and wait for her response, not knowing what else to do.
“Yeah, I’m good.” She starts pulling the hem of her dress down quickly, tosses her ripped panties into her purse, and looks at herself in the mirror.
“Shit!” Her yelp catches me off guard, and I’m about to ask if she’s hurt, but no, it has nothing to do with me.
