She giggles and rolls over my chest. Straddling my thighs, she supports herself on my chest and grinds her pussy up and down my cock.
“Finish what you started, you minx,” I say, and cross my arms behind my back to enjoy the view.
Gripping the base of my cock, she lifts herself up a bit. She slides down my length so maddeningly slow, stirring a pleasure so intense that my vision blackens for a moment.
It’s hot as fuck seeing her take what she wants, riding me.
Her pretty tits bounce with every move, hypnotizing me. I lean over to suckle on her cherry nipples, giving them both the same attention as I alternate.
She loves when I suck on her nipples, her long moans only adding more fuel to our passionate joining. Holding her waist, I scoot up and fuck her until we both come with the name of the other falling from our mouths.
Kissing her neck, I scoop her in my arms and bring her to the bathroom where we wash each other. In our bubble, time, challenges, and the forbidden doesn’t disturb the serenity.
After redressing, we have breakfast together, and she looks out the window, “I hate that I have to go back.”
“Say the word and I’ll keep you.”
She tilts her head, sighing. “What if loving me destroys everything?”
“A world that wouldn’t accept you in my life is none I want.”
I find her hand on the table, and she seeks my eyes. “Tell me it’s going to be all right.”
Lifting her hand to my lips, I pepper soft kisses on the inside. “I just know our love is worth it.”
She nods, the doubts clearing from her face. “I never thought that this would be possible.”
“Baby girl, I’ve always loved you.”
“I know,” she sighs. “But I wanted romantic love and a relationship. And for years, that seemed impossible.”
I palm my chest, swearing. “I promise I’ll make it up to you for the rest of my life.”
“You better,” she beams, and we finish our breakfast.
In the car, she plays on her leg as if it’s a piano, humming.
Glancing at her, her face appears peaceful and content. Just like I want her.
The drive passes too fast, and once I park in front of the mansion, she hurriedly slips out as if that will ease the chances of getting caught.
If I am here, I might as well visit my best friend.
I park in front of their house and walk around the back, seeing my sister on the chaise lounge with Kill by her side. She sips her coffee, eyeing me knowingly.
“What?” I bite out.
She rolls her eyes at me and places the cup down. “That doesn’t sound defensive at all, and I haven’t said anything.”
Approaching her, I cross my arms over my chest. “Do it so we can get it over with.”
Her silver eyes bore into mine, not even a bit intimidated by me. “Tell Enzo. And I’d better be in the damn room. I need to keep my husband from killing his best friend.”
I groan. “That’s not my decision. It’s hers.”
She rubs her temple. “Enzo might have preferred to delude himself into thinking you have a sibling relationship, but with recent events, that bubble threatens to burst.”
“I can’t stay away from her any longer,” I confess.
