“The moment I saw you in this dress, I wanted to bend you over and fuck the shit out of you,” he whispers in my ear.
One hand leaves my breast to seize my hair, positioning my head to receive his plundering tongue—his other hand ventures between my legs to grip my heat through the dress. He steers me towards the sofa where he bends me over the back. My pussy quivers in anticipation when he lifts the dress over my ass and tugs my panties to my knees. His belt buckle slaps against my bottom as he undoes his pants.
I squeeze the soft cushions of the sofa, my eyes fluttering close when the thick mushroom head of his dick opens my hungry cunt. In and out, he works his massive length until he impales me completely. All thought leaves my mind when he goes postal on my pussy, rapidly delivering powerful strokes with enough force to move the sofa up the carpet. With each thrust forward, he jerks my hips back to meet his punishing blows. I tether on the edge of oblivion before finally falling into ecstasy. My limbs turn to liquid and I slide to the floor. Art follows, his hardness still buried in my pussy. His muscular chest molds to my back, pushing my body into the plush carpet as he continues the relentless assault. Art shouts, reaching his climax.
“Sinking inside you makes me believe in heaven on earth.” He kisses my ear.
“Eu te amo.” I bite my tongue.
“What did you say?”
“Nothing.”
“I fucking knew it.” Lilah stands in the doorway with a murderous expression on her face.
Shit, it’s all over. What the hell was I thinking having sex with Art in the middle of my aunt’s living room?
“Slut,” she sneers.
Art pushes to his feet, putting his dick back in his pants, then helps me up.
“Why stop at one cousin, when you can have them both?”
Whatever Art was expecting, it sure as hell wasn’t what Lilah just said. His expression turns thunderous.
“What the fuck is she talking about?”
“Oh, she didn’t tell you about her and Josh?”
“Lilah, don’t.”
“Tell me,” Art demands.
“They hooked up.”
“Is that true?”
“I can explain.”
“You can fucking explain?” he booms, startling me.
“Art—”
“Did you fuck the rest of the gang, too?”
“Fucking bastard,” I say.
“I can’t believe you did this, Cin,” Lilah says, turning to leave.
“Lilah, wait! Please don’t tell Trevor!”
“Fuck you, bitch.”
Art jerks away when I make a grab for him as he moves past me. His hand latches onto my throat, crushing my windpipe.
“Keep your goddamn hands off me. No wonder you gave it to me so easily. You probably spread your legs for every boy who wants to fuck.”
He flings me back and I hit the floor, landing on my wrist. By the time I recover and make it outside, Art is already traveling down the road on his motorcycle. I clutch my throbbing wrist to my stomach, racing to the guesthouse, fearing Lilah already exposed my secret to Trevor.
