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My heart and pussy squeeze in unison.
Groaning, I lift a hand to touch him, but he catches my wrist, his voice gravely and hushed. “Nuh-uh, sweetheart. Don’t move. Lay there and let me make you feel good.”
But our parents. I think I say it, but I can’t be sure. My eyelids flutter back closed, the fear I’ll wake up and find this is some sort of a lucid dream being enough to make me comply.
When he releases my hand, I let it rest over my stomach, while the other clutches the pillow beneath my head. I tilt my hips and spread my legs further, one falling off the side of the bed.
“Greedy little thing, aren’t we?” Elliot’s low chuckle sends a shiver down my spine. “Show me, Adelina. Show me how badly you’ve wanted your stepbrother to finger fuck you while you slept.”
I swallow around his words, the depravity in them turning me on past what I thought possible. And Elliot feels it.
“You always tried to hide it, but now I know. This pussy is leaking for me, Adelina. It wants me to stretch it wide with my fingers before splitting it open with my cock.”
A needy whimper slips past my lips. That’s exactly what I want. He’s all I want.
I twist my hips, consciousness pushing away the fog.
I need more.
Elliot tsks, pressing a hand down on my belly to keep me in place. “You’re supposed to be asleep.”
He twists his finger, dragging them out before shoving them in harder.
“Only good girls get to come, Adelina. Not naughty little sluts.”
My entire body seizes at his words, the desire for both him and my release begging for my obedience. How is it possible he’s making me feel so many things with only his fingers? How I’m ready to heed his every command with only a few dirty sentences?
I answer my own question in the next breath.
Because he’s Elliot Rivera. The guy I knew would break my heart and so many other things if I let him.
And now, Iwanthim to break every part of me, then put me back together only to do it again.
He drags his fingers out again, waiting for a few weighed seconds before thrusting back inside. My spine arches, my throbbing clit begging for the attention my G-spot is getting. If he would hit both of them at once…
“Oh, sweet girl. You are fucking drenched for me.” Elliot pauses to play in the arousal that’s pooling at my entrance. “Are you thinking of earlier, when you were watching me fuck my fist while you played with this sweet little cunt of yours?”
He did see.
A blush ignites my face, but I can’t focus on anything else besides his barely-there touch.
It’s too light—too teasing. I want to scream. To demand more from him. But I tamper my desire down, somehow sensing he wants us to finish playing this fantasy out. And so do I, because a part of me is turned on by the fact my stepbrother has snuck into my room, despite our parents being just below us.
God, I need help, but for now, I don’t care.
I just want him.
Somewhere in between walking into the house and seeing her again, and her walls squeezing me like they never plan to let go, I know the wait was more than worth it.
So far, Adelina has done well at maintaining the fantasy we’ve both dreamt of, but now my cock physically aches to be inside her—to claim her—but not before exploring her a little more. I need to know every sensitive spot that makes her jump, arch, and groan. I have to find the places that make her needy and desperate. That makes her beg.
Maneuvering on top of her, I keep one hand working her perfect cunt, while my mouth starts back at her neck. I brush my lips over her skin softly, watching in the dim light as goosebumps pebble her flesh.
“You’re so responsive, sweetheart. Are you always like this?” I move down, whispering over her collarbone. “Or only for your stepbrother?”
Her breath falters, her pussy clamping down on my fingers.
My dirty girl.
