The ultimate betrayal toward her brother. A big fuck you to him and his warped ways.
I shake my head to banish the thought.
When I move my hand up her top to feel her heavy tits, I groan and tweak her nipple through the fabric.
“Fuck. They’re big, Little Demon.” I grunt. “Fucking perfect set of tits.” I tweak her nipple again and follow it up with a tender stroke. Jesus, this feels incredible.
Her pussy clenches around me, and I smirk. She likes dirty talk. “I’m going to come all over them. I bet you’d like that. You’re a dirty slut, lettin’ me fuck you raw.” I groan at imagining fucking her heavy tits.
Jesus, it’s like I’ll never get enough of her. I’m already planning the next time.
She doesn’t answer, but the tightening of her pussy and the encouraging pants that leave her precious lips give me all the confirmation I need. “Fuck yes, my little demoncovered in my cum. A perfect little slut just for me.” The thought of her with anyone else, someone else experiencing what I feel, has me going insane. “Only me. You understand,” I grit out, then pull her top down to feel the weight of her tit.
Jesus, so damn good.
I twist her nipple hard when she doesn’t respond. She cries out, and I release it.
“Ye-yes. I understand.”
“You’re mine now. Say it.” I squeeze the tender bud. I want to lick it so badly, to suck away the sting of my rough hands, to play with it on my tongue.
“I’m yours.”
The way her pussy contracts around my cock sends pleasure zipping up my spine.
“Tell me to come inside you,” I groan, and the slam of my hips becomes faster and faster, more uncontrollable, causing the table to shift beneath us and the sound of our skin slapping to fill the room. Each savage thrust sets my pulse racing, and my need for pleasure surges from the depths of hell.
She shakes her head, and I yank her up by her hair until she’s flush against my chest. “Say it!” I bite into her neck, and she cries out, so I cover her mouth with my hand, not wanting to wake the kid.
I feel my orgasm pending, the tension building—my balls ache, my cock is leaking, and I clench my teeth as I struggle to control my reaction to her. Above all else, I want nothing more than to release my cum inside her, consequences be damned.
I lower my head and, unable to help myself, lick up her neck. “Beg for my cum.”
She shakes her head again, but when her pussyclenches around me, holding me inside her, I finally lose control, and my movements become erratic. I thrust harder and faster into her until the tip of my cock releases a deluge of cum in the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced.
“Fuuuckkk,” I growl out with fervor.
Her lips part, and I have a strange urge to slam my mouth against hers, but somehow, I restrain myself.
Her tight hole milks me dry, and the feeling of owning her this way has a possessiveness I’ve never felt before crashing into me. It’s a realization I’m unprepared for; this girl, my enemy, this little demon, she’s mine.
My chest heaves as I come down from my high, and I make quick work of pulling out of her.
Tucking my spent cock into my jeans, I buckle up. Her back remains to me, and her panting fills the room. I hate the way she refuses to acknowledge me even more than what I just did.
I fucked Benjamin’s sister, and I loved every minute. Guilt rears its ugly head, but I push it back down, unable to acknowledge it, and tell myself I’m fucking with him from beyond the prison walls and he’d hate me for screwing his little sister.
Her chest heaves, but she remains perfectly still, and I tilt my head to assess her. What the fuck is she waiting for?
I step back from her and glance down at her bare ass, the shorts still around her knees and, Jesus, my cum is dripping down her thighs. My fingers twitch to push it back inside where it belongs, but I’m still stunned from my stunt.
“Pull ’em up,” I grunt out and, fuck me, when she does, my cock twitches back to life.
I stare at her back.
The need to remind her of who she belongs to slams into my chest, so I toy with a lock of her hair exactly like the prick from earlier did and dig my free hand into my pocket and bring out his finger, a reminder of what happens if you don’t comply.
I place the finger on the table, and she freezes. “You let another man touch you again, and I’ll do more than take his finger off, you hear me?”
