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She doesn’t need to be told twice. She moans as she takes me deep, her body convulsing with pleasure, and her pleasure becomes my pleasure.
I’m deep in her mouth, hitched against her throat, her moistness surrounding me, and her hands lift to my arse, holding me there, deep inside, not letting me pull out.
She’s taking control.
She’s in charge.
I grip her hair, but lightly—not to take over, just because I need to hold on or I might fall.
She slides her mouth up and down my shaft and, fuck, I’m so close to coming I need to pull out. But her eyes lift to mine when I try.
She digs her nails into my arse and I do the only thing I can—I lift the vibrator speed to maximum, so that she pauses for a second while an orgasm rips her apart.
She whimpers around my length and then resumes, sucking me off in time with the vibrator, in and out, hard and fast, teasing my tip with her tongue when she pulls out and— Jesus Christ. I spill into her mouth and now I do hold her hair, gripping her tight, tipping my seed down her throat, my body shaking with the force of what I’ve just done.
What we’ve just done.
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bsp; I turn the vibrator off and look at her. Is she okay?
CHAPTER ELEVEN
I’VE DREAMED OF THIS, and yet the reality is so much better. So much more intense. I am weak from pleasure but strengthened by my power and prowess, by the way he lost control, by the way I made him mine. This is a two-way street: we are each other’s.
But I’m leaving after this. I force myself to remember that and my heart twists, my stomach lurches.
No more of this?
Can I really do that to him?
To myself?
‘Are you…okay?’
His concern chips away at my determination, fills me with something different.
I am okay. Physically. But emotionally…?
I nod, force a smile, pulling away from him.
‘That was fucking amazing!’ His laugh is a little off-kilter.
I pout. ‘It’s not over, is it?’
He laughs again—this time with more humour. ‘You’d better believe it.’
He reaches for me, lifting me to my feet, and then he stretches around behind me, untying the belt with ease. His eyes hold mine, searching, and I fear my heart’s needs will be all too visible so I blink, and move my eyes down. He grips my chin, lifting it so I face him.
He reaches between my legs and pulls the vibrator out. It’s covered with my juices, glistening with proof of my arousal. He drops it carelessly to the bed, and the control too. The nipple clamps are on the floor and the paddle is beside them.
I lift my fingers to his chest, touch him, and he inhales sharply. His cock is already stirring to life against my belly. My smile is sardonic. I shouldn’t be surprised. Manning proved his virility to me in New York. He has an insatiable appetite.
As if to prove it he grabs my wrists and pulls them down, removing my touch from him—but only so he can lift me over his shoulder and carry me back to the bed. He drops me down on it and then brings his body over mine, his weight a pleasure that sears my soul.
‘You’re kinda kinky—you know that?’
His eyes sear me. ‘This whole thing is kinky, right? Stepsister?’
