She turns away from him, only to take a step back and let Dante gather her in his arms, unable to separate herself from what she wants. She encourages him to explore her body, taking the hand that he wraps around her belly and placing it on her pussy. She moans as he slides a finger either side of her clit, desperate to investigate the tightness of her hole. He wants to touch her virginity with his fingers, have it tangible in his hands.
“Fuck dinner”, Sash purrs, giving in to it finally. “We can have dinner afterwards.”
He’s thick against her ass-cheek, pre-cum oozing out and sticking like glue to her back. He can feel his balls aching with desire to explode inside her. He teases the edge of her hole with his finger, careful not to dip it inside, even though Sash clearly wants him to. Her wetness gathers up around his fingers, her muscles contract hard against his touch. How much longer can he hold himself back?
“Lets do it”, Sash says, “Right now.”
With her hands pressed against his chest, she pushes herself over in front of him.
Dante struggles to resist. What happens after this? Will he still need her when he’s got what he always wanted? Is this how he imagined it happening?
Warm water cascades over her back, and down between her legs. His cock throbs at the sight of her yawning slit, the button tight perfection of her tiny anus. She’s beautiful. Sash. His stepsister. The object of his desire and the pinnacle of his three year wait. He’s fantasized about this moment for what seems like an eternity, and now it’s finally here, and she’s begging to have him fuck her. She wants it more than anything else in the world.
“Fuck me, Dante”, she moans. “Take my virginity.”
Dante can’t hold himself back any longer. Wine and dine? Fuck that. The first time has to be raw and bestial, it’s obvious to him now. He can fuck her calmly when he’s broken her in. Never before has he felt such an animalistic urge to dominate her. Not even the first time they fucked, did he feel so unable to control himself. He may have imagined this happening a thousand different ways, each one of which was subtle and sweet, but looking at her now, he realizes that such an act shouldn’t be conducted in that way, and nor does he want it to be. Three years ago he may have rolled around on the bed and made love to her in the missionary position, but now, with everything that they have gone through together, he can see exactly what is needed. They are going to fuck hard. He’s going to explode inside her. Afterwards, tomorrow, for the rest of their lives they can make love, but now, he’s going to take her virginity and claim her. He’s going to own her.
With warm water spilling generously across his back, he forces his stepsister into a much more adequate position. When he’s satisfied, she’s knelt in front of him on the tiled floor, her back arched like a cat and her legs spread wide.
Sash can feel the hard edge of the grout between the ceramic squares dig into her knee. She can feel the heat rising close to her skin. She can feel her desire pouring out of her and then she feels Dante behind her, closing in like a dangerous animal. She has never felt so turned on in her life.
Chapter 7
Unable to resist, Dante leans forward, grabs Sash’s ass-cheeks in his hands and runs his tongue the full length of her slit, taking great care to glide it over her clit, her hole and the tender, knotted skin of her anus. Sash moans heartily, her hands flat against the bathroom floor to push herself back against his tongue. Dante grunts a sound of ownership while he works away, keen to test the tightness of his stepsister virginity on as many parts of his body as anticipation will allow. She’s definitely tighter and a whole lot more sensitive, that’s for sure. Pushing his tongue inside her pussy hole feels like trying to squeeze an unlubricated cock inside her anus. For Sash, it feels like every time they’ve fucked rolled into one and multiplied a thousand times. Each time he shoots the tip of his tongue inside her, she can’t help but scream out in delight, her pussy on the edge of combusting.
His tongue is one thing, but Sash wants the real thing. Teasing him has turned her on much more than she thought she would be able to control. Her pussy is literally aching to have his cock inside her, penetrating her for the very first time and taking away her innocence. Dante smacks her ass cheek, sending rivulets of water dramatically up into the air. He thumbs her anus and pushes his fingers around her clit, careful not to send them too quickly to the tightened muscle of her pussy hole.
“Fuck me”, Sash moans, her voice stretched by desire.
Dante spanks her again, just to show her he’s in control. The sharp pain ripples out across her body, fantailing in a pulse of pleasure so tangible, she begs him to do it again. Dante doesn’t. Instead he dances his fingers lightly over her goose-bumped skin, while he watches her pussy hole open and close before him, desperate to have his cock inside her. Here she is, prostrate for him. Supplicating herself before her one and only true love. Here, on the bathroom floor of a hotel room in Los Angeles is where it will happen. This is where it was always meant to be.
Dante repositions himself. He stands and pulls Sash towards him by her hips. He pushes a palm into the flat of her back, arching her up as much as is possible. Like this, he can drill down into her pussy, fuck his way through her brand new hymen and pump hard against her G-spot until she explodes into a million pieces. He wants to break her. He wants to show her that nothing else on this earth will ever be as good as what he can give her. Sash stretches her arms out, letting them glide across the floor until she’s able to rest her head on it. She knows her role in this, and it couldn’t excite her more. This is the culmination of three years foreplay and six years of forbidden desires. This is the stolen glances at the dinner table, the dreams on the other side of the bedroom wall and the nights of hoping she’d hear him knock. This is the secret past and the promised future, all wrapped up in a moment she wants to last forever.
Dante grasps his cock firmly. Already he’s oozing out pre-cum like bubbling lava. He’s on the edge, but it doesn’t matter. He knows he’s ready and he won’t come until the perfect moment. The other hand holds Sash in place. Even though he can feel his thighs burn in this position, there is no way that he’s going to change it. Something about standing behind her, crouching a little and drilling down into her tilted up pussy seems so perfect to him, the room could be falling down around them and he still wouldn’t stop.
“I’m going to fuck you, Sash”, he says calmly, guiding his cock to her hole. “I’m going to fuck you so hard they’ll be able to hear you scream in New York.”
Sash’s moan tells Dante all he needs to know about how she feels about that proposition. This morning he would have been able to slide his cock inside her with ease, but now, after the operation, and despite the fact she’s wetter than he’s ever seen her, she’s so tight he can barely push his crown in.
He can feel it against his cock, a wall of skin stopping his progress. Sash can feel it too, the very edge of her innocence about to be ripped through. Dante rubs his cock head around her hole. He gathers her wetness up onto his glans and lets it slide down towards her clitoris.