Page 27 of Smoke

I bite my lip to stifle a whine. I might fall apart and never be whole again. “Yes. Everything you do is perfect. Do whatever you want. You own me.”

“Promise?” he asks as he slides his hand higher up my thigh.

I nod again. “Can I… touch you back?”

“Not yet. I want to try something first. Can you spread your legs open more?” His forehead is dripping with sweat, his face flushed. And I can feel his cock pulsing against the outside of my thigh.

I lift my left leg up and rest my heel against the mattress before spreading open again. He hooks his leg around my right one and pulls me open even wider. I keep my hands over my head so as not to spook him. “Like this?”

“Mmmhm. Remember how I taught you how to touch yourself? I showed you where that special spot was.” His fingertips dance along the crook of my thigh, that space between my leg and my pussy. Shivers take hold of my body and I can’t stop shaking. I’ve wanted him like this for so fucking long. I might actually have a heart attack.

“Yeah, you told me exactly what to do with my fingers… How to make myself feel good.” Memories of me lying on my back in his twin bed while he guided my masturbation flash in my head. But the only time he’d touch me was when he’d cover my mouth with his hand so that my daddy didn’t hear me cum.

“Will you guide me now?” His breath quickens as he softly drags his fingertips down the length of my slit.

I buck. Oh, dear god. A wave of tingles rolls through me and he’s barely done anything. “Oh, shit.” I’m soaked.

“Put your hand on mine and guide my fingers in,” he rasps in my ear.

A feral whimper unfurls from my throat. Fuck. “You’re going to be the death of me, Hawk.”

He presses two fingers at my entrance and waits. Shakily, I cover them with mine and push. “Ohhh, fuck. Hawk.”

He gasps. “You’re so wet.” We slide back and forth together, my fingers over his, thrusting deeper each time until I’ve got his so far in there’s nowhere else to go.

“I want to kiss you. Taste you. Touch you. Please. Can I, please, Hawk?” I beg. I don’t care how desperate I sound. I need this like I need air.

“Will it make you cum harder?” He grinds his fingers in a circle, taunting my G-spot like he’s snapping a rubberband.

“I’m cumming hard either way but I’ll say yes if it gets me what I want.” I’m so close. So fucking ready to explode but he knows me well. He’s watched me do this to myself a hundred times.

He stills his fingers when I’m at the edge and pulls back, antagonizing me, teasing me as this storm grows inside me. And he knows it will shatter every cell in my body once it releases.

He growls in my ear, then rubs his lips against my cheek. “My Cherry girl. You grab onto me and do whatever you want now. So long as you cum with my name on your tongue.”

Oh, fuck. That’s really all it took to send me over the edge. Just the gruff and ache and need in his voice giving me permission to take what I want finally. I thread my fingers through his hair and cry out as I pull his strands tight in my hand. I yank his face to mine and slip my tongue inside his mouth.

We both gasp then moan into each other. So many nights, so many almost kisses, all leading up to this moment. Tears stream down my cheeks as we explore each other’s mouths for the first time.

The night we got caught flashes in my mind. Our lips were inches apart when my daddy walked in. That was the moment our sin was born. And now we can finally claim it.

He shoves a third finger inside my pussy, strumming me like a guitar. We are wild, desperate, untethered to everything in this universe except each other.

He pulls back only so he can devour my neck. He leaves kisses down my throat, licking and sucking. “Fuck, you taste better than breathing.”

I wince as he nibbles, biting the flesh at the base of my throat. “Fuck… Hawk… Can I cum for you, please?”

My final act of submission, asking his permission. It burns away the final bonds of his restraint. “Fuck,” he breathes against my neck. “I want you to cum on me.”

In one swift move, he shoves the band of his sweatpants down and frees his cock. My stomach does a little somersault when I realize what he’s doing. This isn’t like before when we just watched each other masturbate.

He swallows hard as he holds his cock over my pussy. “Can I cum inside you?”

“Oh, god. Yes,” I whine as I practically drool all over him.

He wraps one hand around my throat and the other around his cock before he thrusts inside me. “You’re my fucking sin, baby girl,” he whispers.

I unleash a deep moan as the tip of his cock rubs where his fingers used to be, masterfully coaxing me into the crux of my self-deprecating pleasure. I dig my nails into his back, scratching his skin from his shoulders all the way down to the base of his spine. I grab on to his ass and pull him harder against me.