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She is disappointed, greedy to take all of me again. That knowledge is its own source of desire. Her eyes show how she feels clearly, but she does as I instructed. She runs her tongue from the base of my cock to the tip, tracing it slowly, licking around it and then back to the base again. Cautiously, as if she’s never done this before—which she hasn’t—she runs her tongue around my balls and I almost sob at the perfection.
I wanted this to slow things down, but every touch from her is bringing me closer and closer.
I need to fuck her.
I want to fuck her.
No, I want to taste her.
I groan as I sidestep the wall, leaving her where she’s kneeling, and suddenly I want to tie her up like that, with her hands behind her back so she can’t pleasure herself, so that I am completely in charge of her. I want to play out every single fantasy I’ve ever had about my stepsister.
‘Was it not good?’
The question breaks through my desire and punches me right in the gut. Her insecurity is adorable because of how unusual it is. Astra is sassy confidence from the tip of her elegant nose to the toes that are always painted a bright colour.
‘It was good, baby. Very good. But you asked me what I want and I’m going to show you.’
She licks her lips slowly and my gut clenches.
‘Show me what?’
I pull my belt from my pants, watching her the whole time. She is looking at me like a woman who is half-vixen, half-virgin.
‘I’m not going to hurt you,’ I reassure her, in acknowledgement of her innocence.
‘I know.’ A husky response.
I weave the belt around her wrists, behind her back, pulling it tight enough to pinch just a little. And then, satisfied with her restraints, I stand once more.
‘Lie down.’
‘Here?’ She looks at the tiled hallway dubiously.
I jerk my head. ‘Here. Now.’
‘Like this?’ She moves her arms as much as she’s able.
‘Oh, yes. Like that.’
Her eyes are defiant as she does what I say, wriggling as elegantly as she can into position on the floor.
‘Good.’ I nod my approval. My cock jerks in agreement.
I crouch down at her feet, pushing them wide, splaying her legs to give me access.
‘You don’t need to tell me what you like. I remember just fine, angel.’
CHAPTER SEVEN
HE PULLS DOWN MY PANTIES painstakingly slowly—payback, perhaps, for the way I took him in my mouth. He draws them down my legs, bending my knees as he goes and pushing me wide when I am naked.
I am not self-conscious. Not even a bit.
His head drops forward and it’s my turn to enjoy the view the mirror offers.
His tongue runs along my seam—just a hint, just a whisper, just a taste. I arch my back, digging my fingernails into my palms.
‘Manning!’ I hear myself cry, already so wet and turned on, so close to climax.
