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The arm around my waist becomes my guide, my hips raised as his fingers leave my ass, knuckles against my hip as he works his hand to his manhood. The scent of my arousal tickles my nostrils as he guides that plush head to the aching nub, pressing it there as he holds me in place.
“Don’t move, okay? Just let me work it right here. That feels good, right?”
Round and round the connection of his cock to my clit spins and there are sirens going off inside my head. I grab at his shoulders, bracing myself against the steering wheel, but even with one hand, he’s controlling my movements. I let my head fall back, eyes closed, the fantasy drowning me as James’s breathing turns rapid.
“Nancy,” he growls. “You’re fucking beautiful, all keyed up. I need more. I can’t wait, just the tip, right here, I won’t push it in, but I need to feel you…” His voice cracks as the plush head of his cock slips down my folds.
I gasp on a sharp inhale.
It’s right there. Oh God, pushing. Right. At. The. Spot.
“Wait.” I pant. “I’m not sure.”
“Shhhhh.” His hand around my waist gathers me against him, sweeping up my back, resting my cheek on his shoulder, hot words in my ear. “Just like this, I need inside you just a little. Be still or I won’t be able to hold back. I need a fuck, I need to fuck you I should say, but I’ll wait, just tell me that feels good, doesn’t it? Having me right here…” More pressure, oh God, he’s just inside me, my stepbrother is going to fuck me right here in the truck. “Right, here, so good. You’re soaking me.”
I mutter garbled words as tension crests inside me. Knots tighten and loosen down in my belly.
“You’re dripping for your brother. Just a little more, just taking the edge off.” He pushes forward, just so the pressure is unbearable. I want him inside me, all the way inside me, but this isn’t right. It can’t be. I don’t even know who I am right now. “Fucking hot, sweet and soaking, just how Daddy likes you. I knew you were a good girl the moment I saw you.”
Those words release a madness that rips from my throat, my chest tangled in barbed wire that releases at his filthy talk.
Daddy. Yes, Daddy.
He unclamps his hand from my waist, reaching between us to tug at his shirt until I feel the warm smoothness of the skin on his abs. “Just like this. I want you to just rub yourself on me. I’ll open up those pretty petals, get that button right on me.”
Fingers are on me as I hold my breath, lungs burning, tension excruciating as he spreads my outer lips, then presses his hand to he small of my back, keeping the head of his dick impossibly close to entering me and connects my clit to the hard muscle of his upper abs. “Rub, baby. Rub all that neediness onto Daddy.”
I do as he says because it’s the only thing I can do. Everything else in my life washes away except this need that claws inside me for satisfaction. For friction. For purpose.
“Good girl. You need this dick inside you, don’t you? You want me to shove you down on it, use your little body as my personal fun-sized fuck toy. You on anything, little sister? You on the pill, or the shot?”
“Nooo, no—” I stutter as the scent of his sweat and my arousal warm in the small space where I’m bucking on his body and the pressure from his cock at my opening has me flailing and desperate for a primal need that blots out anything else.
I don’t need to breathe. I don’t need my heart to pump. I don’t need a place to live or a car or food, water…I. Just. Need. His. Cock. Inside. Me.
“Please, please—” My pleading sounds far away, from another planet, a place I’ve never been before but never want to leave.
“Please what? Please fuck you? Like a bratty little sister that needs to learn a lesson? You want this?” He bucks upward, as I yelp, his thickness stretching me, right there, one more push and– “No.” He pulls back, leaving me lust-blind and boneless. “I’m going to make you scream with my dick inside you soon. That tight little hole will suck all the cream from my balls but not here, not like this. Right now, I want you to come for Daddy. I want to make you feel good and welcome you to the family like a good big brother does.”
I shake my head like a wild woman, madness wrapping its tentacles around me as my body moves on its own, the desperation for the knotted tension inside me to release putting red spots in my vision as James’s face is a mask of intensity. I shouldn’t be doing this, every part of the practical, unemotional Nancy screams at me, but I put her on mute. This lust cannot be denied. I understand now so much of what the rest of the world always said about desire and that tug in your center that tempts you into the darkest recesses of trouble.
