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His lip curled. “You mean my sister?”
I gaped at him. “Your…sister?”
I had so many questions, but before I could ask them, he was plundering my mouth again. The kiss was unrestrained, but just as I was really sinking into sensation, he pulled back again, his eyebrow cocked.
“Why? Were you jealous?” he asked.
I blinked at him; my mind slow on the uptake. “Uh… no,” I said, though yeah, at the time, I’d had some thoughts on who the fuck the bitch was and why she was leaning into his side like she belonged there. It was… annoying.
“Liar,” he murmured before sucking at my bottom lip. “I don’t like liars, Nora.”
He nipped at my lip and then suckled it, soothing away the pain. His hands trailed down, landing on my ass and squeezing hard, pulling me flush against him so I could feel his erection.
I moaned in satisfaction, grinding my hips into him. “Yes,” I whispered, feeling punch-drunk.
“God, I’ve been thinking about you all day. Wanted so much to do this,” he whispered.
Before I knew it, he was dropping to his knees in front of me. I froze in shock, never having expected to see him like that. Even on his knees, he was tall enough to reach my waist. He lifted my right leg and placed it on his shoulder as he pushed his head against my pussy, his tongue flicking out to lick at me. My little G-string was no match for his ministrations as he skillfully moved it out of the way without using his hands.
I threw back my head and moaned loudly, my legs shaking. I reached behind me for a surface to lean on, but the door was too far. He seemed to sense my predicament because he was back on his feet in a moment.
“Come on,” he said roughly, manhandling me to the nearest flat surface… which happened to be the make-up counter. He bent me over the surface, grunting with desire as a zzzzziping sound alerted me to his actions. I couldn’t see much since my forehead was pressing flat against the table.
Then I felt his flesh—silky, slippery, and hard, rubbing against my clit. I moaned, widening my legs a bit to give him more room. The depth with which I needed him to claim me scared me. I wanted him inside me so badly. I had no other thoughts. Not birth control, not condoms, nothing.
He groaned as he leaned in, breaching me slowly and then thrusting hard so he drove himself home in one fell swoop. I cried out, unable to help myself, my body shaking for an entirely different reason now. My entire skin felt sensitive, like it could not bear to be touched.
“Lift your knee baby,” he murmured.
I arched my back, putting one knee on the make-up counter so that he could nestle in closer, possess me completely.
“Good girl,” he murmured approvingly, and I preened, surprised at my newfound praise kink.
The intensity was terrifying and impossible to deny. His hands were hot on my hips, holding me steady as he drilled into me, hard, rough, unrelenting.
It was too much.
It was nowherenearenough.
I was crying with need, my hands white from digging into the counter, anchoring myself so he could plunder me as deep and hard as he pleased. And he did please. His cock opened me up, so thick and long, stretching me out so full I couldn’t think.
“Fuck me…” I murmured, just saying whatever nonsense occurred to me at that point. I couldn’tthink. I could only feel, only want. “Please, please, please, don’t stop. Oh, my God.” I arched my back, throwing my head back.
He loomed over me, hands digging into my thighs as he groaned, hips jerking as he fucked into me. He threaded his fingers through my hair, kissing the back of my neck.
“That’s right. Beg me. Beg me to fuck you right.” He pulled my hair as the tempo of his thrusts increased.
My mouth was open in a soundless scream. My fingers scrabbled at the surface of the table, seeking some sort of purchase. He reached out with his left hand, threading our fingers together. I was surprised at the gesture.
His right hand snaked between my legs, his long middle finger rubbing my clit as he fucked into me with ruthless, focused efficiency. Our flesh slapped together, both of us dripping with precum, fluids mixing and adding to the friction, ratcheting up the tension, escalating the sensation into something almost unbearable.
I needed to come, and I never wanted it to stop. I backed my ass up into him, as he thrust into me, needing more, wondering if it would ever be enough.
“Oh yeah, baby. God you’re so tight… so hot,fuck!” His voice was hoarse with effort, more of a groan than actual words. Still it was enough to get me going even higher, wanting him even more.
God, if Marci could see me now… if Celia could see me…
Even the thought of my sister wasn’t enough to cure me of the need to have him, to possess him as he was possessing me. My body undulated, encouraging his thrusts, willing him deeper. I loved the feel of his balls nestling against my entrance as he drilled me. Suddenly, I understood why they called it ‘screwing’.
