Another long blink. “Am I?”
“Mhmm,” I hum, pressing my lips against hers as she gasps into my mouth. My tongue sweeps over her, invading her senses as she closes her eyes. Her movements are slow and unfocused, but it doesn’t matter.
Not when she’s giving in to me so sweetly.
I expected her to fight this ‘dream,’ but it seems my little sister has her own demons to combat. She wants me and can’t admit it to herself yet. It’s adorable.
She’s sloppy, her tongue trying to fight for dominance, and it makes me growl deep in my throat as I fist her hair tightly. She moans, the sound vibrating through me as I guide her other hand down my chest. We’re moving together, her appendage interlocked with mine as we get lower and lower.
I pull away, breathing deeply as arousal mixes like gasoline and fire in my blood. “Show me what you want to do to me in your dreams, Melody,” I whisper against her mouth.
Her eyes slide open, our saliva glistening across her swollen lips as our hands get to my bulge. I force her to cup me, stroking myself through my jeans with her fingers. She sucks in a breath, her cheeks turning a pretty pink as she gazes down at my lap with hazed lust. Her head tilts, her face slack as she tries to unbutton my jeans.
I help her, working around her thin fingers until I spring free and sit back to give her access. She follows me, resting her head on my chest as I coach her hand to wrap around the base of me.
“Spit on me, pretty girl,” I command, and as if being pulled by an invisible string, she obeys. Hovering over the bulbous head, she lets her saliva drip down until it coats me. My lips pull over my teeth as her hand strokes upwards until she collects the stickiness and slicks it down my shaft.
Even her hand feels like fucking heaven.
She rests back on me, lazily stroking my cock that’s straining against her dainty fingers. Something flashes in her grip, and my teeth grind.
Her fucking wedding ring.
“Give me your hand,” I murmur into her hair.
She lifts it to my face, releasing my length as my fingers wrap around her wrist. I place the silver band and diamond between my teeth, yanking it off before spitting it behind the couch with atinksound as it bounces off the marble.
“Keep stroking,” I rumble, dusting her hair away from her face so I can see her state.
She’s lost to the debauchery of it all, her eyes glassy but focused intensely on my length as she wraps her hand around it and squeezes. I pulse in response, making my cock jump in her grip as she gasps.
“You’ve always been so big…” she trails quietly, her lashes fluttering.
Huh. Slumber thoughts bleed horny truths. Who would haveknown?
“Yeah?” I taunt, wrapping my hand around hers as I force her to squeeze tighter. “It’s all for you, little sister.”
Her lips part, her breath rushing from her before she licks the plump bottom one. “Can…can you cum on my face like you used to?”
My head rolls back, eyes screwing shut as our hands move faster. I snap back down to her, my spine beginning to tingle. “You want that? Your brother’s cum all over you? Have you missed it, pretty girl? The things I used to do to you in the dark.”
Another slow blink that holds before she answers breathlessly. “Yes.”
I snatch her hair roughly. “Then get on yourfuckingknees for me, Melody.”
I help her slide down to the floor, gentle not to stir her too much as she settles between my feet and wraps a heavy hand around my base. She looks so perfect like this, her eyes hooded and sleep-drunk, on her knees for me like the good fucking girl she is.
I wrap my hand around hers, guiding us as she strokes. She inches forward, testing at first, before she kisses the head of my cock, the precum dotting her lips erotically.
“You can put your mouth on me,” I encourage as the breath stutters from me. “Touch me however you want.”
“But—”
I cut off her hesitation by leaning forward and grabbing her cheeks in a tight pinch. “This is just a dream. You can do whatever you want.”
She nods, hypnotized as I rest back. She wastes no time now, her hot, wet mouth closing around me as her eyes roll at the taste. She’s lavishing me with her tongue while she continues to massage me. Her lips stretch as she takes more of me until I hit the back of her throat. She gags, sputtering around my length as tears dot her lashes and she gazes up at me through them. She’s a fucking vision, and my release is about to tip me over the edge at the image of her.
My lips pull over my teeth as they grit. As the heat spreads through my limbs, I yank her head back and pop her free of me just as the first shot lands across her open lips. My whole fucking body is shaking as I cover her, and it drips down her shirt. She’s my fucking canvas, and I don’t waste a drop.
