Stepbrother Unsealed(48)

A minute later, I feel like I'm going to scream bloody murder.

I'm panting, biting so hard I'll probably leave teeth marks the next day. My whole body heaves, begging for precious breath, every time he does those long, wicked strokes.

“Don't keep me holding like this!” I pant, when his tongue gives me a second of rest. “You're killing me, Chris. Killing me. I need you on my clit.”

He ignores the pleas for a few more seconds, driving me out of my mind. Then his mouth shifts up, and his fingers replace his tongue inside me, fucking with the same hard, alpha vigor we shared on our first night at the beach.

Heaven help me.

But there's nobody saving me from the climax that rises up and explodes all at once. My hips tighten up and I throw myself against his mouth like a madwoman, gasping and retching shrill little growls, coming on his face.

Chris keeps tonguing me the whole way through it, gliding me through the molten white pleasure. He licks for what feels like forever, snarls and sends his thunder through my flesh. I can't believe how long I'm coming, and my body doesn't want to stop.

It's built to be his and nothing else in this insane moment.

I'm flushed, completely covered in sweat by the end of it. His naked skin rubs against mine, bringing me down to earth, and he slowly rolls me over.

Then he's at my level, one hand jerking on my dark hair, pulling my ear to his lips. “We're not done yet, beautiful. Let's find out how hard we gotta fuck to break this fucking bed. Can't believe your old man doesn't get you anything nicer.”

He's right. The bed isn't much – a mid-quality single – and squeaks more than it should. Before I can protest, Chris covers my mouth and sinks into me, silencing my fears forever.

I can't let our parents hear! But I can't bring myself to care when his cock takes me from behind, slamming into me in harsh, overwhelming jerks. It's not like our last night in Vegas where every fuck came frantic, fast, and often, trying to get in as much as possible.

He fucks me slow, but hard, his rhythm rising into a full on jackhammer sensation. My entire body shakes, and I can barely hold myself up on my hands and knees. The fist in my hair does the work too, and it's getting tighter all the time, pulling at the roots while he growls with each powerful thrust.#p#分页标题#e#

Another ten strokes, and his balls are swinging up, slapping my clit with some insane pressure that's perfectly aligned to bring me down. I fall into another climax, crashing my head against the sheets, desperately kissing and biting at the bed to stifle the shrieks about to rip out of me.

“Fuck!” I hear Chris cry out behind me and stiffen. That pushes me completely over the edge, off this fucking planet. I'm leaving this world and entering nirvana.

We come together. The bed sounds like it's about to explode, and I can't stop. Not for one meager second as our hips collide, rutting like animals, drunk on the pleasure erupting in our own bodies.

He swells, bursts, and floods my emptiness. Rope after rope of his hot come fills me, and my pussy tightens, greedily drawing it all in. It feels like he's about to rip the hair out of my head. The sheer, rough climax pulls me deeper than anything I've ever felt, so deep I don't ever want it to stop.

I'm lost in flames, awash in him, transported to a world of nothing but sweat and sex where none of the crap between us matters. There's just Chris and I, free lovers, unbound by time or brutal obstacles.

Our bodies, minds, and souls bond together on some higher plane I'm too drunk on sex to understand.

After he pulls out, we lay together. He never keeps his hands off me, even when he's spent. He's got one hand on my ass and the other in my hair, keeping me wrapped around him, using his magnificent chest for a pillow.

“Why did you come back after Vegas? Seriously?” I ask him, running my fingers over his chest. It's nice to slow down and admire him. I brush my nails along the dragon and the trident on his torso, admiring all the little details, rich black ink as dark and dangerous as the rest of him.

“Why do you think?” There's a sharp edge in his tone. “Jesus, Delia, don't you know? If you think I'd let pussy like this go without a fight, you're crazy.”

“Oh?” I smile, raising my eyebrows. “So, you're just here for the sex? Thought you could get plenty of that outside base.”

“Look at me, woman.” Shrugging, he grabs my chin, repositioning my head so it's perfectly level with his eyes. “I don't have a damned clue what kind of voodoo shit you've got going on, but I want more. I'm not an idiot. I know I shouldn't be in this house, much less in your bed, but I don't care. I'm running on instinct here, and my instincts are never wrong.”