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But that isn’t something I can do tonight.
Or ever.
Because despite the fact that I’m ready for this—ready to share this private moment with my stepsister before we return to the ground level and share in a night of passion with Holly—that’s still all it can ever be.
One night.
A single night in the grand scheme of our lives doesn’t sound like much, but I already know that this night—fuck, it means everything to Noel. And for some reason, I’m beginning to think it means something to Holly and myself, too.
With slow and steady strokes, I begin to slide my hands up and down Noel’s body. I smooth over the fabric of my shirt that looks better on her than it ever looked on me before I slide my hand all the way down to the hem of the shirt where it sits bunched up around her thighs. The skin of my hand feels rough against her own supple body, and it makes me greedy for more.
I bite back a groan when she stirs, pressing her tight, little ass against my dick. Likely expecting her lover, she gasps when she feels my stiff shaft and hard body.
“Sa…Saint?” she asks, voice still thick with sleep.
My fingers trail up further, skirting past her thighs and bypassing the one place I want so desperately to bury my face into while seeking salvation. I pull her body closer to mine, rocking against her ass with eager thrusts. “Shhhh, I’m here Baby Girl. I promise, no running this time. I’ll never run again.”
Noel turns over, facing me with wide yet slightly hesitant eyes. There is so much fear in those eyes. So much distrust and hurt.
I chastise myself, knowing the only person I have to blame is myself.
If I pull her any closer to me, she’ll physically be able to crawl into my soul.
Part of me thinks she’s already there.
Slowly, so fucking slow that a Goddammed snail could outpace me, I pull the oversized shirt up her body, taking a full minute to admire the gorgeous sight in front of me. My large hands come out to grasp at her hips, pulling her on top of me until she is sitting upright, one leg perched on either side of my torso.
Noel doesn’t hesitate when I lift the shirt over her head, depositing it somewhere on the mattress to be found at a different time and place. She doesn’t try to hide her body or shield her beauty from my greedy eyes, and I drink in her form, backlit in the gentle glow of the room like a well-deserved star at the top of the brightest tree in the neighborhood.
“Please,” she gasps as my hands come up to cup her breasts, the pads of my thumbs sweeping across the already tight peaks of her rosy, pink nipples. “Don’t run away from me again. I was so lonely, Saint.Please, don’t leave me alone again.”
“I’m here now, Baby Girl.” My hands never stop exploring her skin, never stop tracing patterns over her arms and thighs, over her stomach and ass. “Let me make it all better—let me make you feel all better.”
“Holly…” she starts, but I pull her down to my lips, her tits pressing against my chest, and cut her off with a kiss.
“Holly is the one who convinced me to come up here—to make things right with you. My name might be Saint, but she’s the true angel.”
The smile she flashes at me in return is downright devious. “Do you remember what I said to you two years ago?”
“No.” I feign innocence, but from the laughter bubbling out my sister’s mouth, I know that she knows I’m full of shit. Especially considering it isn’t the first timeThe Incidenthas been spoken about today.
Her hips roll against my length. Once, twice, three, times she rocks against me, coaxing me through the fabric of my sleep pants, the heat of her cunt searing into my body. “Can you make me feel good now…Daddy?”
A low growl comes from somewhere deep inside my chest. I have Noel lifted off my lap long enough to shed my pants before removing my shirt, adding them both to the growing pile of clothing now littering the oversized room. “Say it again, Baby Girl.”
I tease her with the head of my cock—angry and red and leaking with anticipation. Up and down, I slide it through her pussy, coating it in her own, natural lubrication before using the head of my cock to draw small, lazy circles on her clit.
“Please, Daddy,” she pants, already close to falling over the edge. “Just do it, Saint. Let me feel you stretch me.”
Her words fuel something deep within me, the need to claim her overwhelming all my senses. Still straddling my lap, Noel lines herself up with my cock. “You on the pill, sweetheart?”
She nods, barely finishing before she’s impaling herself on my length. While she’s ridden those fake dicks I last saw downstairs, this is her first time with the real thing and I know I should take it slow, to let her get used to my size. The comparison between the real thing, and what Holly can provide her is something I’ll never know for myself, yet I know I have to make this good for her. Make thisperfectfor her. My fingers reach out to find purchase on her hips, every ounce of my self-control going into keeping myself still, from not ramming into her so hard that my cock comes out of her Goddammed mouth. “Take it slow, Baby Girl. There’s no rush.”
“That’s where you’re wrong.” Placing a palm on each of my pecs, she steadies herself against my chest as she tries desperately to move her hips—to sink onto more of my cock. “We’re on borrowed time, Saint, and I’m not letting a minute go to waste. So let me ride your dick until you come deep inside me. Because I can’t think of anything hotter than going downstairs to have dinner with the woman I love with your seed dripping down the inside of my thighs.”
Fuck. Me.
I reach up, harshly pinching each nipple between my thumb and forefinger until she’s gasping for air. Until she’s wiggling and squirming, now fully seated on my length. “What’s your color, Baby Girl?”
