“You have no idea how much I fucking want you,” he continues, pressing his hand harder against my pussy. I bite on my lower lip, holding my breath as my heart starts drumming a song of lust and anticipation. “I’ve been dreaming of this for far too long…”
“I bet you have…” I whisper back at him. “How many times have you jerked off thinking of me?” I tease him. Now, any other man would just grow embarrassed, and perhaps spit out some feeble excuse. But not Sloane.
“Too many to fucking count,” he replies in a heartbeat, his words loaded with so much desire that the air around us seems heavier now. “You know what I thought when I saw you for the first time?” he asks me, but I know he’s going to answer his own question. “Her pussy must be delicious.”
“It is delicious,” I respond, my skin prickling as the pressure of his fingers intensifies. I’m growing wetter by the second, and if I keep going like this I’m going to dehydrate. “But now you don’t need to think of that any longer… You can go right ahead and taste it.”
“You read my fucking mind, ‘sis,” he says, flicking my wrist to the side and running one fingertip up and down the length of my pussy lips. I gasp again, feeling the coiled tension in his touch. Just like a wild beast, Sloane’s ready for the kill.
Hooking his thumbs on my thong, he traces his contour, almost as if he’s ready to pull it down my legs but never actually doing it. He leans in, instead, and brushes his lips against mine.
“Our first kiss,” he whispers, his hands now on my thighs. “But I want my mouth somewhere else right now,” he adds, slowly going down to his knees.
I bite down on my lower lip as I look at the expression on his face, one of pure unbridled lust. Looking away from me, he grabs my dress and pushes it up, holding it around my waist. His eyes seem to grow wider as he looks at my drenched pussy, and I know that, inside his head, he’s playing out everything that’s going to happen. He waited for this for too long, and now he’s going
to take his time.
With one hand holding my dress, he places the other one on my inner thigh, and then starts caressing my groin with one soft fingertip. He traces the contour of my thong patiently, going from my left groin to my outer thigh, and then down to my ass. He does the same thing on my right groin, and a shiver goes up my spine as I realize that he’s going to tease me until I can no longer take it. The thing is, I don’t know if I can take any kind of teasing right now. I want it now.
I grab his hair and, moving fast, trying to pull him into me. He doesn’t budge of course, and just looks up at me with an amused expression on his face. “Seems like you’ve been waiting for this for a while too,” he says, and the tone of his voice tells me he’s enjoying every second of this.
“Maybe,” I shoot right back, fully knowing that I can’t hide my desire from him. Yeah, it’s true, I’ve lusted after him since the first time I saw him. There’s no point in hiding that anymore, is there? Sure, at the time I tried to reign in all of these thoughts, knowing that he was my stepbrother. But now… Well, now I just don’t care. Now it’s all out in the open, and it’s too late for me to go back.
“Maybe, uh?” he repeats, narrowing his eyes into slits. Then, looking straight at my pussy, he just dives into me. He opens his mouth wide and, before I can prepare myself for it, his lips are sucking on my pussy over the soaked fabric of my thong.
“Oh, God, that feels good,” I moan, closing my eyes as he sucks harder, his free hand now on my ass, squeezing my flesh eagerly.
“I know,” he tells me, pulling back and looking at me with a kind of lustful craziness dancing in his eyes. He pushes me on my hips and I stumble backwards, feeling my ass pressed against the back of his couch; following after me, he runs one hand up from the back of my knee into my ass, forcing me to lift my leg up. Knowing exactly what he wants me to do, I rest my leg over his shoulder, and then his mouth is on me again.
He sucks on me over my thong, but he does it so eagerly that I can’t help but pull at his hair and moan, my nerve endings ordering my brain to empty a barrage of endorphins into my bloodstream. I move my hips slightly, rubbing my wetness against his face, and that’s when he finally decides to grab my thong and pull it down my legs.
I gasp as I feel the fabric kissing my legs on its way down, but my gasp quickly turns into a quivering moan as Sloane leans into me. I hold my breath, readying myself to feel his lips on my pussy, but he stops right before he touches me; he just hovers over my pussy, and then parts his lips and reaches for me with the tip of his tongue.
I close my eyes at the same time his tongue touches me, allowing a pleasant warmness to crawl under my skin and nestle in my bones. Slowly moving his tongue up and down my pussy, he starts building up a rhythm, my moans becoming louder with each passing second.
Then, with no warning whatsoever, he dives into me again. Instinct kicks in and, grabbing his head, I thrust while he presses his mouth against my pussy. A sudden tower of fire rises from my pussy and goes straight into my brain, turning all my thoughts into ash. Now that he’s sucking on my pussy lips, lapping at them with his tongue, I couldn’t care less about the fact that he’s my stepbrother. Hell, he could be Santa Claus for all I care. All I know is that Sloane knows how to use his tongue, and that’s more than enough to win a woman over.
“That’s… so… good…” I manage to say between breaths, my body temperature rising as I keep on swaying my hips, rubbing my fluids over his mouth. He uses his tongue to jab at my insides, tilting his head sideways as he devours my pussy lips, and I lose all track of time.
Perhaps noticing that I’m about to lose all control, he decides to kick it up a notch; he places one arm over the leg I have on his shoulder, and then presses his thumb right above my clit. This time I don’t moan—oh, no, this time I scream.
“Fuck,” I hiss, gritting my teeth as my muscles start to tense up, pleasure pooling inside every fiber of my body. “Don’t stop, don’t stop,” I plead, locking his head in place while I keep my pussy tightly pressed against his face. Even if he wanted to stop, I don’t think I’d let him do it.
Running his tongue up and down, in and out, he drives me to the edge of pleasure and I have no other option but to fall down and dive head first into an ocean of ecstasy. The orgasm hits me in a fraction of a second, exploding inside my body like a grenade, spitting its fragments of pure delight everywhere. There’s fire and ice in my mind, an apocalyptic storm raging inside every single one of my brain cells.
“Where did you learn that?” I ask him the moment I’m capable of speech once more, my lungs working desperately to get the air in.
“I was born this way,” he says, pulling back from me. I grin as I see my fluids dripping down his chin, and I realize that I still want more of this. Taking my leg out from his shoulder, I plant the sole of my feet against his chest and then push him down. He falls back on his ass, and then I force him to lie down on the floor. He does it willingly, looking up at me with a feverish expression on his face.
“You’re fucking wicked,” he tells me as I place my feet on the side of his head and lift up my dress, giving him a good view of my pussy.
“That’s my middle name, brother,” I reply, the word ‘brother’ tumbling out of my lips like a drug. I lower my body, placing my knees on the side of his head, and then let my pussy fall on his open mouth. Sitting on his face, I lean forward and place both my hands on the floor for support. “Oh, God,” I breathe out, his lips and tongue working my pussy with feverish movements.
Swaying my hips back and forth, I rub my pussy against his mouth. This time I’m the one taking control of my clit; using only two fingers, I place them on top of that sensitive spot and start stroking it softly, the movement of my fingers matching the rhythm of his tongue.
I close my eyes as I ride his face, surrendering to the feeling of pure bliss that drifts through my veins. My God, I didn’t know that I could have such pleasure just from being eaten out.
“I think my pussy is in love with your mouth,” I say out loud, not knowing if he can hear me, being that my thighs are pressing against his ears. Still, judging by the renewed effort with which he licks me, I’d say he heard me loud and clear.