I push all the way inside her, cutting her off, as I watch this girl, my real life fantasy, fall apart for me, her pussy wrapped tight around my length as I bottom out.
I dig my fingers into her skin, loving the way she feels under my fingertips, as I pull out and push back inside her.
Our gazes meet, and she steals the breath from my lungs.
Her blonde hair splayed around her on my pillow.
Blue eyes on mine.
Lips slightly parted as she moans sweetly.
Nails digging into my brother's chest.
Her heavy breaths matching mine.
Knox is here with us, but all I see is her—My Little Heathen, begging for more with every whimper that passes her beautiful, full lips.
“Carter,” she cries, and I see the anguished yearning staring back at me. The desperate desire to touch me the way I am her.
“I know, gorgeous girl. Put your hands on Knox instead.”
It’s not enough. It never will be. But this is more than I’ve ever been able to manage. For her it’s not enough but for me—it’s a fucking dream.
Knox lowers his head and crashes his lips to hers while I increase my speed and slam back inside her repeatedly. He swallows her whimpers as her pussy clenches my cock, squeezing it so tight I lose control. It feels too fucking good, and while I don’t want this to end, I have no choice.
Knox pulls back from her as I fill her with my come. She whimpers softly as my cock twitches inside her— her every sound something I want to memorize.
My brother stares down at her affectionately as I pull out of her, our eyes locked, both of us knowing this wasn’t just sex. This was something beyond sex. Our souls are connected like our bodies were.
“Ready for more, Tesoro?” Knox asks, tearing my Little Heathen’s gaze from mine.
Her lips turn up into the softest smile as she answers a simple, “Yes.”
Knox steps back and gets undressed, and I spot her chewing on her bottom lip anxiously.
“What is it, Little Heathen?”
She takes a deep breath, as if she’s afraid to state what she wants. I already know what she’s going to say, and I want to hear the words.
“Can you touch me? I need you to touch me, Carter.”
I desperately want to give this girl everything. She deserves to receive the same affection she gives, but I just can’t.
Knox spots my undoing before she does.
“Carter, don’t. Tesoro, if you want him to touch you, you need to be restrained.”
Her eyes dart between the two of us before she rolls them.
“I know the rules. Just do it.”
My brother chuckles, “Such a beautiful brat,” as I climb off the bed to give him space. Knox removes the spreader bar, and she rubs her thighs.
“Tesoro, get on your knees, hands behind your back. Carter, lay where she was, on your back.”
I get onto the bed and lie down with my legs spread, as Heather kneels between them, staring at my knees just inches away from hers. I can fuckingseethe want in her expression.
“Little Heathen?”
