She lifts her ass, kneeling over me, encouraging me to pull my jeans further down so she can sit on my cock. But instead, I lift her further, pushing her legs over my shoulders and wrapping her thighs around my face.
She yelps in fright, nervously grabbing my arms for balance, but I would never let her fall.
And when I wrap my mouth over her soaked pussy and lick her from top to bottom, the silent shudder from her tells me everything I need to know. Her entire body relaxes, and she lets me hold her, realizing she’s safe in my hands.
With my hands wrapped around her ass, I push her pussy harder against my face, thrusting my tongue inside her as I move my face left and right, rubbing my mouth over.
She moans and gasps as I pull my tongue out and push it in again, weakened by her sweetness.
I lick her for ages, teasing and fucking her with my mouth. Playing with her clit, sucking it between my lips, and then pressing my tongue hard against it, writing letters over it.
While I lick her, I hold her firmly with one hand while I tug my jeans all the way open and push them down enough to free my cock. When I’m ready, too desperate to wait another second, I slide her backward, her ankles still on my shoulders, but her body folded against me. I drop her back onto my lap, right onto my cock.
Her pussy slides over me like a cock sleeve. She cries out, suddenly filled up and stretched out, her eyes wide with the shock of it. I grab her hips and push her harder onto me, thrusting upward to be deeper inside her. She’s my little plaything. My toy, trapped against me, unable to move unless I control it.
Stef fights for a breath of air as her pussy throbs and shivers over my shaft.
Slowly, I lift her and hold her, hovering above me, before I start to fuck her.
Each thrust of my hip lifts my cock into her. Each movement jolts her. Holding her hips, I begin to pull her back and forth in time to my thrusts, and her pussy slides over the full length of my cock. Every inch of me.
I can’t bear the pleasure of it. It’s more intense than I’ve ever felt. It’s more incredible than any experience I’ve ever had.
Stef is gapping and moaning loudly, not caring where we are or if anyone might hear us.
Her moans echo over the ocean, and as the boat dips and sways, it only adds to our pleasure.
I begin to move faster, fucking her harder, shoving myself into her with more force. I want more. I want to own her. I stand up, lifting her with me and laying her in the same position on her back on the couches. Pinning her down, I am able to fuck even harder now.
I grab her thighs and pull them apart, freeing her ankles from my shoulders. Her fingers dig into the pillows around her, and my fingers dig into the soft flesh of her thighs as I watch my cock plunge deep inside her. The sight makes me weak.
Her pussy lips spread open when I slide in and pull back over my cock when I slide out.
My cock hardens even more. Her legs begin to shake.
I lean over her, wrapping my hand behind her head and pulling her face toward mine. “Look at me while I fuck your perfect little pussy, girl,” I growl.
Her lips part, and her pupils dilate with pleasure.
Her entire body is suddenly rigid. Pulsing. Muscles twitching as her orgasm swells through her, wave after wave. The beautiful sight of her undoing is too much for me, and I explode into her. Hot come pours from my cock as I groan in the pure bliss of release.
***
It’s been two days since we returned from the island, and her words are still bothering me. I brushed them off easily whenshe brought it up, but the truth is, I can’t get them out of my thoughts.What if Bardil made a mistake?
When it all happened, I looked into it, but only briefly because Bardil told me what I needed to know. There was no reason to doubt him. But what if I was wrong not to investigate? Bardil has made mistakes in the past; is it possible he made one this time?
Yes. The answer is yes. It’s always possible that someone made a mistake.
Finally, plagued by that open possibility, I restart my investigation. This time with an open mind and no bias toward my brother. Stefania is so convinced that her family wouldn’t do such a thing, it warrants consideration from me.
I spend all afternoon poring over my task, but at the end of the day, my brother comes up clean.
I could leave it there and say I’ve done my part, but something doesn’t feel right anymore.
Maybe I didn’t have all of the information. Maybe Bardil lied to cover parts of the story up.
I can’t let it go.
