I was unprepared for the way his mouth would feel on me. His tongue dove right in, licking me fully before pausing at my clit for a couple flicks. He pulled away and groaned, and then his hands were digging into my inner thighs as he went in for more—this time with primal need.
My toes curled instantly as he licked, sucked, and fucked me with his tongue. He didn’t let up, going full throttle until I was grinding against his face and trying my best to keep my moans quiet.
“Please, Michael,” I pleaded gently. “It’s so sensitive.”
He didn’t care. If anything, my request for mercy only fed his hunger.
It wasn’t long before I came for him again, the back of my head burrowing into the pillow, my hands clinging to one another for dear life as I rode the waves he’d thrown me under.
“Your body is mine now, Avery. Admit it. You belong to me, every fucking inch of you.”
I was still trying to catch my breath. “My body belongs to you.”
He could have it.
High. Free. Weightless.
He took me to heights I’d never been, and I never wanted to stop.
“That’s my good girl,” he said, and I nearly jumped as his breath hit my chin.
He was close.
I licked my lips in anticipation, wanting desperately to feel his mouth on mine, but I’d wait for him to make the move, to claim me fully.
Ishouldn’t have done it, but I was ravenous for a taste. Watching Avery touch herself, listening to her moan my fake name, was torture.
The eight-day break was meant to drive her crazy, make her body crave its master, but sitting outside her window night after night fueled my need to have every piece of her.
So, I kissed my stepsister.
I pried her lips apart with my tongue, unapologetic and possessive. There was no use being gentle with my feral little obsession. She was mine to ruin in every way imaginable.
She whimpered when my teeth dug into her bottom lip, sucking it into her mouth to nurse the pain when I released it. The teeth marks I left behind reddened immediately.
“I want everyone to know who you belong to,” I said roughly, hating how my masked voice felt in my throat.
“Do it then,” she said on a breath.
I happily obliged, sucking on her chest and her breasts, even her ribs, until she was left with several purple marks, ones she could easily hide around our parents.
“Beautiful.” I lifted my head to admire her masterpiece of a body.
She squirmed, wondering what I had planned for her. Then, I caught her arms lowering. I smirked as her fingers found the bottom of my mask.
Smack!
Her lips parted on a loud gasp as I slapped her breast and watched it bounce. It immediately turned red with my handprint.
“Bad kitty,” I said low and slow, disappointment swirling in each word.
“I—I’m sorry. I just want to see you. Please,” she begged. “I need to know who you are.”
You’re not ready.
“I already told you, you have to earn that,” I reminded her.
“How?”
