No movement.
I reach down, wrapping my hands around her ankles, lifting each one to peel the delicate lace free. For a second, she lets out a shallow breath, probably thinking that’s all I wanted.
She’s so fucking wrong.
The moment her panties are off, I’m on her. I dive in, my face buried between her thighs, my tongue plunging straight inside her cunt. Her sharp gasp slashes through the air as her hand flies to my hair, gripping tight. I don’t stop. I glide upward, tasting every inch of her, parting her lips until I flick over her clit. Her legs buckle under my hold, and the instant her taste floods my mouth, I fucking lose it.
Fuck… My sisters pussy ain’t supposed to be this damn good. This must be what pure sin tastes like.
I shoot to my feet, grabbing her face again, my lips hovering inches from hers as she pants in panic. Without a word, I shove her backward inside the bathroom. She stumbles as I release her, her heels clicking against the tile, and I reach for the tree without losing eye contact, yanking off that gleaming ornament without a second thought.
I follow her in, closing the door behind me and locking it with a final click.
“Rook—” she whispers harshly, her hands lifting in surrender. But I’m done playing these fucking games.
I stand there, breathing hard, my chest rising and falling, eyes wild as I lift a hand to my throat. Ouija slithers higher, coiling around me like she knows what’s coming. As soon as she settles around my neck, I pounce.
I’m on her in a heartbeat, my hand wrapping around her throat, yanking her into me. Her gasp is muffled as I crash my lips against hers. My tongue forces its way past her lips and at first, she’s stiff, her palms pressing weakly against my chest, but then she melts. Her resolve crumbles, and she kisses me back with just as much ferocity. Her hands tangle into the back of my hair, pulling me deeper into the blizzard of us.
I shift, dipping down and sliding my palms over the back of her thighs. With one swift motion, I hoist her effortlessly, her heels scraping my ass as she clings around me. The ornament dangles in my hand, its cold edge pressing into my palm as I drop her ass onto the sink.
My movements are hurried and rough as I yank the bust of her dress down, the fabric sliding away until her big tits bounce free. Breaking the kiss, I dip down without hesitation, wrapping my lips around her stiff nipple and suck hard. Her body jolts, a strangled gasp escaping her lips as I bite down just enough to make her squirm.
Shifting my hands behind her knees, I force her legs high and spread them wide. She leans back on one hand, leaving her completely open to me and my gaze drops to her pussy—bare, glistening, and fucking mine.
I lower myself with a growl, my tongue darting out and lashing at her with a cruel hunger. She lets out a sharp wheeze, her hand fisting in my hair as I devour her like a man possessed. My tongue moves furiously, gliding through her lips, flicking over her clit before plunging back inside her tight hole.
Her head falls back, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip as she struggles to hold back the moans threatening to spill free. But I don’t stop. I won’t stop, not until I’ve wrung every ounceof fucking submission from her, her silent cries fuelling the fire roaring between us.
As Ouija untangles from my throat, she slithers gracefully upward, coiling herself around Ebony’s thigh. With my mouth still smothering her soaked pussy, my tongue and teeth working ruthlessly, I release her other leg. The thick, long and cold ornament is still clutched in my hand, its weight heavy with intent.
I quickly spit on the surface, before bringing it to her asshole. My lips seal over her clit, gnawing and sucking as I press the pointed tip against her. She glances down at me and my eyes flick upward to meet hers. Her brows are pinched in confusion, her mouth dropping open on a silent gasp.
The fight is brief as I twist the ornament, extending her inch by inch. Her body stiffens, her muscles taut beneath my grip. I push deeper, harder, watching as her expression morphs from shock to unrestrained pleasure.
Her head drops back again with a low, guttural growl. “Oh. My. Fuck,” she hisses, her legs shuddering as strain coils through her body.
I don’t go easy on her tight ring. I push the ornament into her, each thrust and rotation demanding her little hole to yield to the invasion. But as soon as her muscles give way and she’s loose enough, I ram the entire thing inside her, over and over again wrecking her with a wicked force and pace, unable to stop myself. Her pink, stretched asshole swallows the black object repeatedly, gliding over its groves as if it belongs there, as if she was made the take the fucking thing.
My mouth never leaves her pussy. I devour her, my tongue flicking and exploring, drinking every drop of her arousal as itleaks. I nip at her swollen clit, suck it between my teeth, the taste of her sending me descending deeper into the abyss of her.
She starts hyperventilating, her big tits bouncing with each desperate, shuddering breath as the pleasure consumes her. I can feel it—feel the way her climax is building, the way her asshole sucks the object effortlessly inside her and my movements grow more violent, until she explodes. Her body jerks as she suppresses a scream, her pants broken as she fights for oxygen. Her pussy clenches, her asshole spasming in time, the aftermath rippling through her.
Even as she starts to tremble, I don’t offer leniency. I push her further, fucking her ass harder until her legs shake and her body writhes, overwhelmed by the punishing overstimulation.
I give her one final lick, gathering her sweet come on my tongue, cherishing her taste before ripping the ornament out of her ruined asshole with a final, harsh yank.
As more come leaks from her pussyhole, dribbling onto the tiled floor, I rise between her quivering legs, my eyes trail up her beautiful body. She’s a fucking masterpiece of mess—head flung back, tits heaving, eyes still closed as she struggles to come back down to earth.
I raise an expressionless eyebrow, but satisfaction curls in my chest, even as the ache in my cock and balls becomes almost unbearable. As I stare at her, I place a firm hand on her hip and Ouija coils herself snugly around my arm again, a silent witness to the destruction I’ve left in my wake. My free hand tangles in the back of Ebony’s hair, gripping a handful and her dazed eyes finally flutter open.
I lower my mouth to hers, our lips touching as I whisper, “I’ll see you real soon, my bunny.”
Her eyes scan mine, still glazed with the impact of what I just did to her, but she doesn’t say a word and her silence says enough. I press a soft, lingering kiss to her plump lips before stepping back, my fingers releasing her hair. But as soon as I place my hand on the door handle, a knock hits the wood.
“Ebony are you okay in there?” my mom’s voice calls from the other side of the door.
I roll my eyes, my teeth biting in annoyance, while Ebony bolts into action. She jumps off the sink in a panic, her movements frantic as she scrambles to pull herself together.
