KESTER.
I tried to push her thong aside, but the slick material kept obstructing my free access to her wetness.
Hell, I ripped it off, and she gasped at the force.
“Sorry,” I murmured, though there wasn’t an ounce of regret in my voice. “It was in the way.”
I gripped her thighs, positioning her exactly how I wanted.
I was in the mood to fuck her while she stood facing me, looking into my eyes to see the raw hunger that can never be satiated.
She was so much smaller than me, her frame delicate compared to mine, but those heels she wore? They were a blessing. They made this perfect.
Her brows furrowed, innocent curiosity flickering in her expression as she watched me press the thick head of my cock against her entrance. “How… how do we do this?”
The innocence in her voice made my blood heat.
I leaned in, my lips brushing against the shell of her ear as I whispered, “Ever heard of the standing missionary?”
She hesitated, then shook her head.
Something dark and possessive curled in my chest. Of course, she hadn’t. And thank fuck for that. If she had, I would have had to ask who the hell taught her. I would have needed to know if some other man had ever tried to introduce her to this.
I’d have killed the person, even though it would have been clear that he never succeeded because I was the one who took her virginity.
But. Wait.
What if another man had ever gotten off by rubbing his cock against her? What if another man had ever derived even the tiniest pleasure from this place, which had become my sacred worship alter?
The thoughts sent rage rolling in waves inside me.
“Tell me, Mine,” I growled, parting her thighs slightly with my hand while the other tangled at the back of her hair to keep her eyes locked on mine, “Has any man ever touched your pussy apart from me?” I bit out, already dreading the response I’d get.
She looked at me with confusion in her eyes.
“Answer me!” My voice was a bit too firm, but it was okay… It was okay because I didn’t give a fuck about how I sounded. I just wanted the truth.
She swallowed hard. “No, Kester,” she whispered. “No one. It’s just you.”
Overwhelming relief crashed through me. I exhaled, long and slow, as if I could physically push the jealousy out of my lungs.
“And it will remain that way, little sister. No man should ever touch you even in the slightest way. Do you hear me?” I demanded, and she nodded frantically. “I won’t share you with anyone, not even your thoughts.”
I looked down to see the beautiful V shape of her thick, well-shaven pussy. Fuck. It got me even harder.
My cock twitched in her grip, jerking against her delicate hold as if it recognized its rightful place.
“Slide it in,” I ordered her, and she looked as confused as a baby deer.
Her lips parted, her brows knitting together as she hesitated. “I… I don’t know how,” she admitted.
That innocence. That sweet, untarnished hesitation. It only fueled the fire in my veins.
My fingers tangled in her hair, cradling the back of her head as I massaged her scalp. “Let me teach you,” I murmured.
She obeyed, her fingers slipping away from my length, leaving it exposed and aching. The absence of her touch made me throb and made my hunger feel even more unbearable. But I wouldn’t have to wait long.
Fisting my cock, I stroked along the rigid length a few times, feeling the heat pulse beneath my skin before guiding it to her parted thighs, where her pussy lips were partly open and ready to receive me.
There. Right where I belonged.
The velvety heat of her folds kissed my tip, slick and inviting. A shudder rolled through me. Fuck. She was already drenched. The wetness clung to me, coating the swollen head of my cock as I teased her, sliding against the softness that lay just beneath her lips.
The sheer softness and warmth I felt made my cock jerk. Her entrance was still so small and tight, but that wasn’t a problem.
“You feel that?” I rasped, my lips grazing her ear. “How ready you are for me?”
“Yes…” She breathed, pressing closer.
My grip on her hips tightened as I kept my movements slow, dragging my length against her and feeling every delicious inch of that slick heat.
The blunt head of my cock began to slowly poke her closed entrance, drawing out a moan of pleasure from her as she wrapped both arms over my shoulders.
A gasp tore from her throat as her walls fluttered, trying to resist but already beginning to surrender to me. She was still tight. So fucking tight. But it was fine. She would take me. She would open up for me, stretch for me, welcome me the way she was meant to.
She was made for this. Made for me.
Her hips pushed forward, meeting my thrusts. She was desperate to have me inside her. “Kester, I want you inside me,” She said breathlessly.
“I love how you beg for it, how you crave it-just like I do.” My lips found her chin, nipping at her soft skin as I kept my cock teasing the edge of her entrance, drawing out those delicious little gasps that made my blood burn.
She tried to bury her face in my chest as if to hide from the intensity burning between us, but I wasn’t having it. My fingers tightened in her hair, tilting her head back until our eyes locked. “Look at me while I fuck you, little sister. This is where you belong-pressed against me, taking all of me. As you should,” I smirked, and I saw her eyes glisten with moisture.
Soon enough, her pussy was ready to welcome me… Ready to be filled. I felt it in the way it released more moisture as I teased her further, the way it pulsed and breathed against my hard cock… She was fucking hungry.
She lifted her eyes to the dark sky covered with stars.
I smiled at the way she distractedly looked at them. She’d always loved looking at the stars when we were kids. I honestly didn’t pay attention to that part of her anymore when I left the pack house.
She obviously still liked the stars. But tonight wasn’t about the stars in the sky. It was about the ones I’d make her see.
“Let me know which stars you prefer. The ones above you or the ones I make you see.” my tongue darted out, licking the side of her face like she was some kind of a dessert.
She fucking was a dessert. My dessert.
With a slow shove, I pushed into her, the first stretch drawing a sharp moan from her lips.
“Ahh… Kester…” She bit down on her lower lip, trying to contain herself, and I nearly growled. I should be the one biting those lips. Not her.
“I love the way you moan my name.” I leaned down and took her lips in mine, sucking and biting on them as I thrust further and further, cursing under my breath.
Fuck. She was tight-too tight-but I wasn’t going to stop until more than half my length was buried inside her.
She whimpered, but it didn’t go past my mouth.
“I want you to feel every inch of me inside you, baby,” I said as I tried pushing deeper into her small hole, but her body shook violently, her nails digging into my shoulder blades.
Fuck.
She was way too small.
But I was patient. She’d adjust. We still had forever together.
I began to slide in and out of her extreme wetness, the slick heat of her core felt like silken gloves, and it burned-brand against my cock. She was so wet, so soft, it was almost obscene.
How could someone be this wet and slippery? Totally sweet and intoxicating.
Her walls held my rigid length tightly, making it almost impossible to move freely.
Gods above, I was dying of pleasure. Every thrust sent a jolt of electricity through me.
My free hand fondled her perky breasts, which were begging for attention, while my cock ministered sweet sensations to her needy pussy.
The quietness of the lonely road was filled with the sounds of chirping insects and the slick ‘pop, pop’ squelchy sounds her pussy made as my cock dug into it.
“I want to write poems on your skin with my mouth, little sister,” I warned, but she didn’t even hear me. She was so lost in pleasure that she barely took note of her surroundings anymore.
I trailed my mouth down her shoulder, my teeth grazing the soft flesh before biting down not too hard to permanently mark and bond her to me but hard enough to make her snap back to the reality around her.
I nibbled on the spot while I bit harder.
“Kester! Please… Stop… Don’t stop. Ahh…” A jumble of conflicting words spilled from her lips as her half-closed eyes struggled to maintain contact with mine, which were clouded with raw desire… The desire to see her come totally undone.
I smirked at how my little sister enjoyed taking my cock and all that came with it.
I moved and repeated the same pleasurable ritual above her left breast, below her chin, and every other part I could lay my teeth on.
I felt her teetering to the edge for the fourth time this evening.
“I can’t anymore… Please,” She cried, and I wished she could go on a bit longer. I was nowhere close to being satisfied. But for her sake, I would just have to force my release.
Allowing myself to ride the wave of her pleasure, I felt my own release building like a hot, molten tide surging within me.
My thrusts became faster, my hips jerking forward with a force that made the car rock on its axles.
My grip on her hair tightened so hard that I almost felt her pain, but it didn’t stop me. My other hand gripped the car door for support as I slammed into her with an unforgiving force.
“Kester… Please…” She screamed, her body convulsing. I felt the powerful contractions of her orgasm, her body shuddering violently against mine as her juices coated my cock.
She was growing weak. Her knees were giving way.
My release was a minute late.
I just needed to hit a bit harder. Bury myself a bit deeper.
Just a bit.
I freed my hands, grabbing her thighs and lifting her off the floor swiftly.
Fuck.
This was madness.
I was like an animal on a rampage.
“I’m sorry, baby. Just a little more,” I growled, pressing her back against the car as I began to lift her and slam her a bit too hard against my cock, the impact making her cry out.
She buried her face in the crook of my neck with her tears soaking my shirt.
She bit down on my neck, and I intensified my thrusts, wishing she’d bite down hard enough to mark me, tying her to me forever, whether she liked it or not.
But she was damn too careful not to.
She was fucking careful, no matter how hard I slammed her down my cock… Even until she blacked out, her body slumping on mine, she was too careful, refusing to give me that irrevocable claim I sort.
Fuck.