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I pinch her cheeks together. “You say that like you can handle it.”
She swallows, blinks once, her pupils dilating. “You won’t know until you let me try. Pretty please?”
“Fuck, baby…” I growl, my head falling back, as her fingers start to work the zipper down, tooth by tooth.
I feel my cock bob out and she groans. “Oh my god,” she whispers. “Look at you. Just look at you.”
I find myself smiling up at the ceiling, kinda pissed and kinda flattered. She knows I hate compliments.
She laughs. “You’re huge. And those veins. They look painful. I think your blood pressure is dangerously high…”
Now I level her with a stare. “You told me this is your first time.”
Her eyes flash a little, afraid but also daring. “But I have the internet, don’t I? It’s not like I’ve never seen one.”
A hot rush of anger fills my body, my balls, my brain. “I don’t even want you fucking looking at other cocks. We clear? Unless you’re with me, and I’m fucking you while you watch. Clear?”
She bites her lip. “Yeah. Perfectly.” And then she reaches into my pants, and gives my pulsing shaft a squeeze.
“Fuck.”
She tugs my pants down with her free hand, then when she’s got them at my knees she wraps both her hands around me and the room starts to spin with my primal, desperate urge to passion-fuck my sister.
The urge is so strong, slow is no longer an option. I kick off my boots and they hit the wall behind me with two hard thumps.I shove my pants down all the way, stomping them off with her never releasing her little fingers from around the silky-smooth skin of my dick. As I stand naked, she loosens one hand, taking her index finger and tracing the ropes of dark veins up and down the rock solid length.
She tips her head, making her hair slide over her shoulder, then raises her eyes to mine, leaning in, brushing her lips on the dripping pre-cum as she moans.
Fuck, shemoansat my taste. When the soft skin of her lips engulfs the tip, stars dance in my eyes and the room starts to spin.
A molten shiver pulses from my balls. Her tongue tickles the head, and I feel the tip of her tongue press into the opening, mining for more of my cum.
“JesusFuckingChrist.” I knit my hand into her hair as she focuses her pursed lips over the slit, drawing out what she can, sucking firmly and still moaning like what I’m giving her is the most delicious thing ever.
She opens her lips, her hands guiding my thickness into her mouth, over her tongue, running it around the edges of the head. It feels so fucking good, so fuckingright.I watch her twirl her tongue around the purple head until it’s slick with her spit.
“There were nights when this, right here, this thought—this was all I lived for,” I say, the truth of it like a fist gripping my heart.
She closes her eyes, eyelashes kissing her cheeks. Focused and intense. And then inch by inch she sucks me into her mouth, until I feel the hardness of her throat pushing back against the head.
Motherfucker.Nothing, and I mean nothing, has ever felt so good. And I’m not even inside her pussy yet.
I keep my hand on her cheek, and I feel her jaw straining to take my full girth into her mouth. “Such a good little girl.”
She purrs against my cock, eyes still closed. And I swear to fucking Jesus I can sense her pussy leaking wetness all over her thighs from here.
I rock gently back in forth with her rhythm, not pushing, not fucking her throat, even though I wish I could. Because this, this first time, I need her to know she’s safe. There will come a time for roughness, for teaching her what face fucking is, but not yet.
As she takes me to the back of her throat, swallowing, she guides me with one hand on each of my ass cheeks.
It’s all I can do not to hold her head still and drive into her until she gags and bucks, so I put my hands up, behind my head, elbows bent, and let her do what feels fucking right.
And fuck almighty, does it feel right.
She pauses, pulling my slick, granite shaft from her mouth, looking up at me.
“Is this good? Am I doing it right?” her eyes are wide and it makes me want to come all over her sweetheart cheeks.
And the ways she’s looking at me, with those big eyes. Like she needs my approval. My guidance.
