He pumps in and out of me, his hard body rocking against mine as he nibbles at my shoulders, my neck, my lips. “Oh, I’m gonna fill you to the fucking brim, trouble. Keep begging.”
I love when he calls me trouble. I love being his trouble. The naughty girl who’s always tempting his normally reserved nature.
“I need your come,” I pant as he rocks me back and forth, his muscles flexing. “I need every little bit of your seed.”
“Christ,” he grunts as he thrusts harder. “You’re so close, aren’t you? I can feel your little pussy squeezing me tight. Spread your legs a little. I need some room. You’re strangling me.” His eyes flash to mine, and there’s something about this moment that takes me flying straight over the edge.
I’m not sure if it’s the animal in him, the deep rasp in his voice, or the way sweat drips off his temple onto my shoulder. All I know is that his thick cock is being strangled in my tight, little pussy and I’m about to come.
My fingertips dig into his back as I scream out, my muscles convulsing, twisting, turning, and seizing up as I release on his hard probing length.
Oh God! My eyes squeeze shut as an Earth-shattering orgasm rockets through me… and dear Lord does it feel amazing! It’s like fall and summer combined. Like ice cream on top of a hot and gooey chocolate chip cookie. Like the first rain after a hundred days of drought.
“Holy fuck.” He thrusts harder, this time haphazardly and out of control, like something has taken over him and he can’t help it. Ram after battering ram against my swollen pussy, his hard cock thrusts inside of me like a spear as flesh slaps against flesh.
“I should pull out. I shouldn’t come inside,” he pants, his thrusts rougher and faster, though I feel his intention to slow.
“No! Fill me up!”
I latch my legs around his back and squeeze him in place, desperate for his seed, desperate to be filled, desperate to know what it’s like to have his hot come dripping out of my pussy for days.
“Fuck,” he growls. “Fuck!” He thrusts into me one final time, emptying his balls with a satisfied groan. “You’re so fucking good to me, girl!”
His face is raw and masculine, screwing up as he hollers out, his shoulders flexing, his biceps stretching, his chest tightening as he releases. I don’t know how long this goes on for, but I study every move of it, desperate to memorize every second.
As the orgasm lessens, he pumps slower and leans in toward me, his rough palm against the side of my face. “Why do I want you again already?” He leans in and kisses my mouth gently. “I lo—”
The slamming of a truck door interrupts his sentence, which really sucks because I think he might’ve been about to tell me he loves me. That, or he loathes me. I don’t know. I’ll never know, because the person who just pulled up is my brother, and I’m pretty sure we’re screwed.
Chapter Eight
Ryker
I’m not sure who the hell I am right now. I just fucked a virgin. A young, tight, little virgin. A virgin that happens to be my best friend’s little sister. What kind of fucking asshole does that?
Not only that, but I know for sure I’m not the kind of guy that likes spending time snuggled up in bed. I haven’t been that guy for any woman… ever. Hell, I can’t remember the last relationship I was in where I even enjoyed kissing. Usually, I’m a peck on the lips or maybe the cheek kind of guy,but everything with Ivy is different.
I want my lips on hers. I want to linger. I want to hold her. I want her to feel my presence. I want her to know how much I love her. How much I’ve always loved her, even if I wasn’t supposed to.
I help Ivy with the sweatshirt and tug on my jeans before kissing the top of her forehead. “I’ll figure this out. You cuddle up in bed. I’ll be back in a second.”
“He’s going to know I’m here. I can’t lie. He’ll figure it out, and he’ll suspect… whatever this is.”
“I’m going to get rid of him and then I’m going to come back and snuggle you in this bed all night long, no explanation needed.”
“He wouldn’t have driven all the way out here if he didn’t have a reason. Not this late on a weeknight.”
I plant another kiss on her head as she stares up at me with those wide blue eyes that have me wanting to know what she feels like bent over the edge of the couch.
“What do you think we should tell him?” she says, looking up at me with concern.
I think over the options and none of them sound great. I mean, I’m not going to confess to fucking his baby sister right now, and I’m not sure I’ve got the brain power for any good lies… not after said fucking. “At least let me get him started. I’ll come up with something, and while I’m out there, grab some sweats from the bottom drawer.”
She glances down at her bare legs then up at me with a smirk. “I can’t put those sopping panties on.”
“Those are mine now,” I groan, tugging her into my orbit and pressing her soft curves against my frame as a heavy bang hits the front door.
I don’t want to answer it. I want to stay wrapped up in this woman and let the world burn down around us, but apparently, that’s not what the world has planned.
