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We lock eyes and her fear subsides while her eyes dart to my chest down to my dick, and her cheeks flush. “I promise, Paxton,” I say, and her eyes widen when I call her by her full name.
She keeps staring at me, and I have the urge to look away, but I don’t. Something passes between us I can’t name. I frown, not having experienced this feeling before. I don’t want to lose her by doing this. The strange chill working up my spine has me pausing. Maybe fucking her wasn’t a good idea after all. I want to keep her forever, not for one night.
“Your eyes aren’t brown, are they?” she asks, sounding far away, her chest rises and falls quickly while I pause.
I shake my head. “No,” I grunt, grinding my dick into her pussy like a fucking teenager.
“Who are you?” she whispers, her body slowly relaxing as she meets my thrusts.
“I’m a ghost.” I release her hands, and she doesn’t make a move again to go for my throat. She knows I’m telling the truth, maybe she’s letting me have her to protect her family, but right now I don’t give a shit. I’m finally going to fuck her after all the years I fantasized about her with my hand rubbing my dick raw.
I move down her body and push her legs apart; she whimpers, bites her lip hard, and clutches at the sheets as her body trembles. “Don’t worry, I’ll make it good for you.” I run my thumb through her pussy lips, collecting moisture as I go.
“Oh God,” she gasps, grabbing the wrought iron bed with both hands. “Jonathan, please,” escapes from her lips. Her eyes widen like she’s surprised by how hoarse her voice sounded when she said my name.
My heart skips a beat. “Keep them there,” I order her, raising the balaclava so she can only see my mouth and the stubble on my face.
She nods and watches me, her eyes fluttering closed when I part her folds and stare at her. Fuck, even her cunt is pretty. And I tell her so. “So wet and pink, you know I like a full bush.”
“You’re lying,” she says, locking eyes with me, as her cheeks flush.
I shake my head, aligning my mouth with her pussy. “I don’t lie,” I look up and raise one brow. “That’s the fucking truth. I can’t lie. Whatever you do, never shave it off.”
Without warning, I lick her slit and suck her clit between my lips.
Her back arches and she moans, her body starts to tremble. “Please,” she rasps, one hand clutching my shoulder as her nails dig into my flesh. My eyes travel into the back of my head from the pain.
“You taste so good,” I growl, sucking and licking while I press my tongue in deep, lapping at her juices. “Do you like it slow, or hard and rough?” I ask, my voice muffled against her cunt.
Her eyes widen while I lick her again and watch her stifle a groan, her teeth leaving marks on those red lips. She hikes up her legs and opens them even wider, giving me more access.
I slap her pussy and she cries out my name. “Tell me.” I slap her again, and the bed shakes while her knuckles turn white, not letting go of the top of the bed.
“Hard, you fucking asshole. I need more,” she whines, grabbing my head, her fingers disappearing into the balaclava, pushing my face down.
I chuckle, “You want my tongue, my fingers, or both?”
“Both,” she pleads, pressing my mouth against her pussy with force. “I want both,” she yells, angry tears running down her face while I look up at her, stabbing her clit with my tongue over and over.
“Your wish is my command,” I growl, inserting two fingers in her wet cunt. She gasps while I lick her clit, my tongue working from left to right while I start fucking her tight passage with my fingers. She parts her legs even wider and sweat is coating her body. My dick aches, wanting to disappear into her pussy, but he needs to wait. Paxton comes first, she’ll always come first.
Sucking on her folds, I love her taste, the way she mewls, and grinds her pussy against my face. My stubble marks her thighs until they’re red. All fucking mine.
“You taste so good, baby,” I tell her, blowing hot breath on her pulsing nub. When my lips make contact with her tiny, engorged clit, I swear I can feel Paxxie’s heartbeat there. Pulling back, I watch her pussy clasp for air.
“Damn you, Jonathan,” she moans, wetting her lips.
I flick her clitoris, and she bucks. “I, oh, please don’t stop.” Her eyes open and our gazes clash like she’s afraid of her own desire. She makes a sound of frustration probably because I’m circling her swollen pussy with the tip of my tongue, and not with my dick.
Blowing out a breath, I run a hand over the balaclava making sure it’s still in place. “You want more?” I keep looking at her while I suck the hard pleasure point between my lips again, my fingers dig in the sheets next to her shaking body.
“Please, asshole. Yes, I need more,” she gasps. “Harder, please,” she almost shouts, pinching her eyes shut. Licking at her cream, I feel it dripping down my chin. She’s drenched for me. Her lover, her brother, the man who’s going to be her best friend, the only man who gets to have her.
“Does this cunt need to come?” I ask while I blow on her pussy lips, leaning in to plant a kiss on her clit.
She tries to close her thighs around my head; her breathing is labored but I hold her legs open staving off the orgasm she craves. “Yes, I need you.”
I grin thinking about all the dirty things I want to do to her. I want to fuck her from behind while I push my finger into her asshole. I want to come all over her tits, her cunt, her mouth. I want her to suck on my dick. I want her to lick my balls, and sit on my face until I’m suffocating in her cum. I lick her slit from top to bottom, and watch as the tiny ring of her asshole clenches while I open her thighs as far as they can go.
