“Fuck, I forgot how good you taste,” I mumble against her pussy as I lap at her clit before circling her hole and stabbing my tongue inside. She lifts her hips and grinds her cunt against my mouth until she is all I can breathe.
Her taste fills my mouth, and I know I would die a happy man between her legs. Sliding my fingers down her cunt, I press them against her hole and suck her clit into my mouth at the same time I push my fingers inside her.
I tease her, building her up only to stop and let her calm down until she’s finally had enough. Eyes wild, hair mussed, she sits up and pushes me back to the blankets as I chuckle. Her taste still coats my mouth as she hikes her dress up and straddles my waist again. She fumbles with my jeans, and when she unfastens them, I groan as her hand circles my cock, stroking and squeezing, my precum already leaking from the tip.
“Blair,” I warn, gritting it out through clenched teeth. Luckily, she’s too wound up for revenge. Instead, she hovers above my cock, and with one last look at me, she drops, impaling herself on my length.
Her wet cunt feels like a glove, squeezing my cock until I throw my head back in ecstasy. Pleasure surges through me as she starts to rock and wind her hips. Reaching out, I grab them and help her ride me hard and fast. She’s chasing her orgasm, but she won’t get it, not yet.
“Oh God,” she whimpers, speeding up, and I know she’s close.
“Don’t you dare,” I growl, the bright orange, purple, and red rays of the fading sun splashing across her. “You don’t get to come yet,” I snarl as I drag her up and down my cock. “Only when I say so, Blair. You’re mine, remember? This body, this cunt… even your fucking orgasms.”
“Can’t stop me.”
“Want to bet?” I smirk and lift her off my cock, holding her still as she swears at me. When she calms, I slam her down, spearing her as she screams. I cover her mouth and jerk my hips up, pounding into her wet cunt. Her cries are muffled against my palm as her cream drips down my cock.
“Please,” she begs, splaying her hands on my chest as she pants, her nails digging into my chest in punishment. “I need to come.”
Snarling, I fight my own release, wanting this to last as I slam into her pussy over and over.
“Bray,” she groans. “Please, please—”
“Come for me,” I growl and then flick her clit, and it sends her over the edge. She cries out her release, the wind stealing the sound. Her pussy clamps down on my cock as I slam into her twice more before my own release surges through me.
I jerk beneath her, filling her with my cum until the pleasure finally stops and we both slump.
Catching my breath, I wrap my arms around her and hold her close as we pant through the aftershocks. I lay her out on the blanket and prop myself above her.
Looking down at her spread across the gingham blanket, her hair wild, eyes glowing, and lips bruised, I can’t help it—the words escape. “I think I love you,” I admit, only adding ‘think’ to stop her from freaking out.
It doesn’t work. She freezes beneath me, and suddenly, she feels a million miles away. Blair’s face closes and her lips tilt down into a frown.
“Don’t say anything. I know you worry that loving us means losing us, but it doesn’t have to be like that, Blair. I’m hoping once he’s dealt with, you can see that, but it doesn’t change how I feel. Since meeting you, it’s been the best, wildest time of my life, and I don’t regret one single thing. You brought me back to life, Blair. You made me a better man.”
“Don’t,” she begs.
“I brought you here to show you we aren’t just monsters; we are good guys as well. We aren’t perfect, but nobody is.”
“Bray, I never thought you were, but please, don’t,” she implores desperately.
“But I love you, Blair. Every wild, sarcastic, perfect scarred inch of you.”
“Don’t love me,” she whispers.
“Too late, babe.” I lean down and kiss her.
“I’ll break your heart,” she whimpers with tears in her eyes. Her gaze speaks volumes, telling me that although she doesn’t want to, she loves me too.
“It’s yours to break,” I vow.
And so, under the setting sun, our bodies joined, I hand my stepsister my heart. I lay my cards out on the table and hope she doesn’t fold and walk away.
I hope she stays, and that one day, she says she loves me too.