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“In an hour. You told me the schedule.” He smirks. “Until then, it’s just you and me, and we have a score to settle.”
“Do we?” I purr, leaning back. “Been thinking about me all day?”
“Every fucking day, Darling, and you see, I have this fantasy of you in your costume, bent over for me, so that’s exactly what’s going to happen. I’m going to have you screaming with your friends and adoring fans just metres away while my big cock is deep inside you, and then you’ll go out there like a good little girl and dance for them with your sore pussy dripping with my cum, knowing each move will tug on those wet muscles.”
“Promises, promises,” I tease. “That’s a lot of words for a man just standing there staring at me. Need a hand?” I lick my lips and run my eyes down to his cock. “Or maybe a mouth?”
“Blair,” he growls as he steps closer, hooking his finger under my chin and raising it, “your mouth will be too busy screaming.”
“Prove it,” I challenge as his lips descend, just out of reach of mine.
“Oh, I intend to, but first, Darling, we have a little issue to deal with. You left me hard and wanting in your bed this morning, so it seems only fair we get you just as wound up as I have been all day.”
“I had to work,” I snap, and he chuckles, pecking my lips.
“I don’t give a fuck. Fair is fair, so turn that sexy ass around now,” he orders, but I ignore it, and he pinches my chin as he nips my lips until I jerk back. With a laugh, he grasps my hips and turns me none too gently, pressing his palm against the top of my spine and yanking my ass out. “I love the wig and this fucking sexy as hell costume. It was the one I had wet dreams about slipping aside… just like that.” He pulls the material aside to expose my thong and pulsing wet pussy. “And you’re wet and needy, so it looks like I was right again,” he taunts as he runs his finger down the wet material.
“Tease,” I challenge, meeting his eyes in the mirror. The fact anyone could walk in and find us nearly has me dripping. They won’t understand. They all know he’s my stepbrother. They’ll think it’s sick, forbidden, but I don’t care. I want what he described. I want him to fuck me raw and then sit in the crowd and watch as I dance, knowing he filled me with his cum while I screamed for him.
“Payback, babe. You teased me all night with that tight little ass pushed against my cock. It was fucking torture. I spent the afternoon in your bed, trying to satisfy my need with fantasies of you, but nothing, fucking nothing, compares to the real you.” He leans forward and glides his nose along my pussy, inhaling. “The way you smell.” He moves the thong and licks a long line down my folds, making me shiver. “The way you taste and moan, the way you feel clenched around my cock, milking me like a good little girl.”
“I’ve never been a good girl.” I laugh breathlessly.
“Not for anyone else, but for me? Yes you are. You’re a fucking hellcat for everyone else, but a goddamn sinner in my sheets.”
Pushing my ass back, I urge him to fuck me, but he ignores me and steps back, leaving me cold and wanting like he promised. Smirking, he grabs something from the side, a prop, and when he brings it back into the mirror’s reflection, I groan. It’s a fucking crop, a tiny leather one we use on stage, but as he runs it through his hand, I almost fucking come at the promise. He reaches down and slides it along my pussy before bringing it to his mouth. His tongue darts out, swiping along it as his eyes close with a grunt.
“So fucking good.” He brings the crop down sharply, slapping my pussy as his eyes open. The resounding smack is louder than it stings, and I groan. He smacks me again, this time stroking the leather tip up my pussy and then spanking my throbbing clit before slipping it down to my hole. This time, he starts to push it inside me, impaling me on the toy.
I can’t hold back my moan, gripping the edge of the makeup table so tightly my knuckles whiten. My nipples are hard and aching for his clever mouth, and my clit throbs like a racing heartbeat. My pussy feels so empty it almost hurts until he starts to fill me with the cool leather. The contrast against my wet heat makes me gasp, and I struggle to keep my head up, wanting to watch him. His face is flushed, and his breathing is heavy. Knowing I make him as wild as I feel causes me to push back, slamming the crop deeper. The ribbed leather rubs along my nerves, making me jerk and clamp down.
“That’s it, my naughty little girl, take it.” He pushes the crop deeper, making me groan as I push back to fuck it. I feel his gaze on my exposed pussy, greedy and lustful as he watches my dirty little pussy clamp around the leather. Then, he starts to fuck me with it, slowly pulling it out and letting me feel every hard unforgiving inch before ramming it back in. I turn and bite down on my arm so that no one hears my screams.
Chuckling, he pulls the leather free and grabs the wig, dragging my head up until his cheek is pressed against mine. Meeting my eyes in the mirror, he shows me the dripping crop. “I’m going to make you come around this, over and over, until you can’t stand, and then I’m going to fuck you with my huge cock and fill you with my cum while your pretty little screams ring in my ears.”
I shiver at the promise, almost begging now, and with his eyes still on me, he brings the crop closer. Feeling his hard cock pressed against me is all the promise I need. I raise my head and drag my tongue down the leather tip, tasting my own wetness, then I wrap my lips around the tip and swallow it like I do his cock.
He groans, rolling his hips against me, as I take it all the way down before slowly lifting off and licking the top, my saliva and cream mixing together. “I taste good. Why don’t you see?” I purr as I pull away.
Turning his head, he swallows it too, licking it with a groan before he pushes my head down, drags the crop out of his mouth, and slams it back inside me. He twists it in my tight cunt as I push back to take it deeper. His other hand clutches my hip, holding on hard enough to bruise as he fucks me with it. He whispers dirty nothings against my skin as we watch each other.
“Fuck, I might come just from watching you,” he mutters. “Seeing you take it so deep like such a fucking slut? Goddamn, Darling, how are you this perfect? I bet even if I put it in your tight little ass you would come for me, wouldn’t you?”
The thought sends me over the edge, and I scream out my release, clamping around the leather. With a snarl, he works it through my fluttering channel, continuing to fuck me with hard, quick thrusts, and one orgasm rolls into the next. He presses his hand across my mouth to stifle my scream as I writhe and jerk from the force. When I finally slump, he pulls the leather free with aching slowness. I force my eyes open and look into the mirror to see him turning the crop and looking at my release.
“I can’t wait to have it across my dick,” he purrs, and with a cocky grin, he drags the crop across my aching pussy and up to my ass. “I think I had the right idea about putting this in your ass. I’ll fuck you with it while I feed you my huge cock so I can see both of your little holes filled.”
“Fuck,” I pant, closing my eyes as the idea takes hold. “If you don’t do that now, I’ll be disappointed.” I should say no and get this over with quickly so I’m not discovered like this, but I don’t want to. I want to take my time. I want to flirt, laugh, and scream with him. I want this; I want him in every single way I can get him, so even though it’s wrong, I don’t protest. No, I part my legs and relax as he presses the tip to my ass.
“Being with you is the closest thing to heaven I’ll ever experience,” he murmurs, his voice raw and so brutally honest I have to close my eyes against the feelings it stirs.
“Or hell,” I retort, and then in one smooth move, I push backwards. Impaling myself on the crop.
I can’t help but shudder and writhe. My ass feels too full, too stretched, but as he starts to work it in and out of me slowly, the pain fizzles to pleasure so deep that I claw at the wood of the vanity.
“I don’t know, Darling. You’re enough to make a man pray for either.” He groans, watching the crop pummel my ass. “I can’t take it anymore. I need to be inside you as much as I need my next breath.”
“Then fuck me,” I snarl, unable to take it any longer.
