Stepbrother Unsealed(44)
I let him win, just this once. We actually cuddle – a word that was never in my vocabulary – and it isn't half-bad. Too bad the sex is a thousand times hotter, and after about twenty minutes, I can't take this easy, tender shit.
“Babe, look at me.”
“What?” She's got tears in her eyes, reflecting the Vegas lights below us. I expect it, but it's still a punch in the guts.
“You can't be upset. We're siblings, Delia, brother and sister thanks to one serious mistake some numbskulls made. You know what has to happen tomorrow, and so do I. We don't need to obsess about that right now.”
“It still hurts. I don't want to lose you, but I have to, Chris. Why? Why does it have to be like this?” I wonder if she's lost her mind and she really doesn't understand. “We're not even related. It's not that crazy, this thing between us...or maybe it is.”
She twists her lips, deep in thought, before she sighs softly. “Whatever.”
She reaches for my neck and presses her hands into my skin. Hard.
Christ. I've seen women look at me with lust before, but this is something else. The brutal intensity in her face almost causes me to shoot my load. There's an overwhelming urge to rip her dress off and fuck her right here, out above the city, and I don't give a fuck who sees or hears us.
“You're right,” she hisses, a strange energy coming over her I can't resist. “Fuck me like I mean something to you tonight, Chris. Let's make this last time the best. Give me something to remember for the rest of my life.”
Shit. It's like she's possessed. A second later, so am I.
My hand reaches for her back and rips her zipper down. I give her just enough space to fumble with the dress, and she doesn't even protest, sliding briefly off my lap to stand up and let it fall to the floor.
I'm ripping off my vest, my trousers, my boxers, anything and everything I need to get naked and sink down inside her. By the time I'm done, she's standing next to the glass door, one arm folded across her breast.
No fucking way am I letting the shy girl come back. I grab her by the hand and pull her toward me, guiding us into the long deck chair, where I throw her down first.
“This isn't what I meant. Are you insane?” she asks, and I answer her by holding her down, pushing my face between her legs. “Jesus, Chris, we're outside and – “
The moan that slips out her mouth when I slide my tongue against her clit tells me all I need to know. She keeps shifting uncomfortably for a little while, like she wants to fight, but I lick her into submission.
I can't keep my hands, my mouth, my own goddamned mind off her. She doesn't know, but everything's coming down like an avalanche inside me as I fuck my tongue into her pussy.
I'm not supposed to feel this shit, much less say anything, and I won't. Not with words. I use my mouth the only way I know how instead, growling as I take her pleasure higher. Her clit comes deep between my teeth and I give it the perfect pinch, sweeping my licks across her bud faster.
Her nails drag through my hair, so hard I wonder if she's about to draw blood. I'll fucking let her.
The only thing that matters right now is how loud she's going to scream before we're done. I want the entire city to hear it, the whole fucking world to know our dirty secret, if only for tonight.
“Chris...Chris...Chris!” She says my name like a mantra, slow and hypnotic, a little faster and shriller each time.
She's close, and I send her over the edge. Delia bites the hell out of her mouth to keep herself from filling the bright Vegas night with our music. And that's not good enough for me.#p#分页标题#e#
The girl's struggling to breathe when her pussy finally relaxes. I pop up, checking to make sure the chair can support some seriously hard fucking, before I push between her legs.
I reach for my pants and pull out a condom, carefully bundled up with ten more for tonight. She puts her hand on mine when she hears the foil crinkle and whispers.
“No...I'm on the pill. I want to feel all of you, Chris. Everything. Just as long as you're clean.”
“You kidding? I sleep around but I'm not a damned idiot.” I study her, wondering if she's really serious, or if it's just the emotion and the orgasm making her crazy. “Last chance to take it back, babe. I want this so fucking bad, there's not a chance I'll be doing any pulling out once you spread your legs.”
“Do it.” It's a quiet, sensuous, dick grabbing whisper, a plea wrapped in desperation.
My hips go straight for hers, hard and focused as a submarine sliding through the waves.
My cock's inside her before she even opens her eyes. That does the trick.
She finally looks at me like she's reconciled herself to being taken like an animal tonight. We're doing shit I've never done with anybody else, fucking out in the open, and I'm going to give it to her like she's my stepsister – like I actually care.