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“It’s magnificent, Dita. This view.”
It was. Her legs splayed open and inviting me as if I conjured the magic code word.
“Watch me. Watch how you’re going to coat my hand with your cum, Dita.”
She looked down, where my hand worked her pussy. I almost blew my load when she held in her breath, announcing her upcoming orgasm.
Ares, Ares, Ares.
Moisture gushed onto my hand. Warm and sweet.
In shock and awe of the way I got her off, how she surrendered to me, I wondered if this combination was deadly.
Man, what kind of drugs did I put myself on?
She manipulated me without any intention to.
It frustrated me beyond belief. Our strings were intertwining. And I couldn’t afford for her to master mine.
She wiggled out of my embrace and turned around.
No idea if she was still a little intoxicated with booze or… lust—whatever, goddammit—but the way she draped over my legs, fisted the hair at my nape and attacked me with a kiss so fierce that I almost toppled over, made me lose sense all over again.
She was pure. She didn’t mean to lure me into her orb. But she did, and so I banded my arms around her once again, swirling my tongue along hers while I felt her stickiness still on my fingers.
Pulling back, my eyes took in her lips, mauled by mine, swollen and abused. Those were too beautiful not to be coated with herself.
My heart rate jackhammered in my chest when I lifted my hand. “Open up, sweetness.”
She leaned forward, enveloping my middle finger with her mouth. She suckled it thoroughly, shooting tingles all the way to my balls again and…
I opened my eyes.
Dita was still calmly sweeping her feet through the water. My hand wasn’t in her bottoms and her lips weren’t on mine. She hadn’t moaned my name in ecstasy, and she clearly did not have a clue that I just fucking came in my goddamn boxers.
My mind wasn’t my own around her.
My body, even less so.
Because even if my daydreaming went haywire, I still wanted it to be real.
I was a sucker for…my stepsister.
So that’s when I picked her up and threw her in the pool and hurried inside while she came up, coughing. Things got even worse when I stomped inside the kitchen, reeling and sporting a semi coated in its own cum.
“Boy, you make quick work.”
Rio, who was nursing a beer, bent over the kitchen counter. He took in my balled-up clothes held at the front of my crotch and guessed at what may have happened.
Playing it off as something planned, I produced a smirk. “Sure did, brother.”
I passed him on my way upstairs, but he blocked me, keeping me at a certain length as he grabbed my biceps. “If you really want to win her trust, then you might actually need to pick up a conversation.”
I snorted. “Is that how you get laid? All that talking must be exhausting.”
The flat line of his mouth turned into a downturned U. My clone was not happy. “Did you know she why she moved down here?”
I shrugged. “No idea.”
