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“I used to think of you when Rory fucked me. It was the only way I could come. Don’t get me wrong, he fucked me good and hard.”
Punky clenches his fists and jaw while I smirk.
“But it wasn’t his cock I wanted in my mouth. In my pussy. And my a—”
“Stop talkin’ like that. This isn’t you.”
“How do you know?” I challenge, cupping one breast as I continue playing with my needy center. “You don’t know me anymore. You’re too busy getting to know Darcy Duffy to care.”
“She means nothin’ to me,” he declares, still on his knees. The sight is fucking glorious. He deserves to be on his knees after what he’s done.
“Is that so? Do you just fuck women to get what you want? Is that it?”
“I never fucked her,” he says, curling his lip. His confession appeases my curiosity. “What’s the matter? Why are ye actin’ this way?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” A gasp escapes me as I feel my orgasm approaching.
“Don’tcha fucking lie to me.”
Laughing, I arch my back and open my legs wider. “That’s rich, coming from you.”
“Watch yer tongue, Babydoll,” he warns, his anger palpable. It’s exactly what I want. He’s fallen into the honeytrap.
“What are you going to do about it?” I challenge with a snicker. “I’m your sister. You can’t—”
Before I can finish my sentence, he’s on top of me, heatedly jerking my legs out from under me. The moment my back hits the cool tiled floor, he’s between my legs, replacing my fingers with his mouth as he eats me out violently.
A loud moan slips free because every part of me is stimulated. His stubble scratches my sensitive skin in just the right way as does his skillful tongue. He isn’t gentle, but I don’t want him to be. I’ve wanted this for ten years.
What I said about Rory was true. No matter what he did to try to please me, it was never enough because he wasn’t the man I wanted. The man who is fucking me senseless with his tongue, mouth, and fingers is.
Punky’s hot breath sends a shiver straight through me, and I tug at his long hair, pressing him deeper into my pussy as I want to slather myself all over him and mark him as mine, because he is. He belongs to me. And I belong to him.
“Oh God,” I pant, squirming as he feels so good.
He spreads my legs out farther, leaving no part of me untouched as he stokes the fire inside me. He reaches up and plays with my pert nipples, just how he knows I like. He knows my body better than me.
I ride his face as he twirls his tongue deep inside me. The animalistic sounds coming from him are everything I need, and I come so hard and fast tears leak from my eyes. Punky milks every last shudder from me before he places a hot kiss over my aching sex.
He crawls off me while I lay on the floor, sprawled out, breathless and spent. When I think I can speak, I come to rest on my elbows and marvel at a wanting Punky.
“You want to fuck me?”
“Naw, Babydoll,” he says, licking me off his lips with a hum. “I don’t want to just fuck ya. I want to break ye in two.”
The impressive bulge at the front of his pants reveals the truth of his claims.
“But you can’t? ’Cause you’re my brother? And because of Rory?”
“Aye, ’cause of Rory,” he says, leaving out our relationship on purpose, which infuriates me.
“Maybe I can give him a call to come over and you can watch me fuck him then? I mean, you’ve fucked me in every other way.”
“What are ya talkin’ about?”
“Do you want to fuck me?” I question, shuffling toward him.
“Ye know the answer to that.” He remains perfectly still as I climb onto his lap, straddling him.
