The foliage surrounds her and removes her from eyesight, but her rushed steps are as clear as day. Dried leaves and snapping twigs crunch beneath her boots. Jesus, she makes this way too easy.
I count down to the last number but don’t say the last one aloud. She knows time’s up. Feeling nice, I give her an extraminute before I chase after her. Running with an erection is a feat in itself, but I know I’ll resolve it shortly. It hurts, but it feels so good at the same time because of the promise of shoving it deep into my sister’s mouth and touching the back of her throat.
I listen to Dahlia’s bootsthumpon the foliage and her panting moans as she pushes her body past its limit. She comes into view, and I pick up speed, eating up the short distance between us.
Sensing me behind her, she peeks over her shoulder. Her brown eyes widen, and she screams. I grin and snatch her by the arm. She throws her elbow back, hitting me in the gut. I grunt and miss a step. We fall together in a tangle of limbs, and I land on top of her. I smash my lips to hers, groaning into the kiss as I taste her, sampling the fear and excitement coming from her.
Dahlia may act sweet and innocent, but I know my sister. She’s a freak like me, begging to be let out of her cage.
She drags her nails down my back and spreads her legs, drawing me in until her thighs cradle my hips. I thrust against her, grinding my erection against her pussy while I devour her mouth. She moves with me, desperate and needy for my touch.
I want to fuck her, but I have to wait. There are many reasons why, the big one being that I still need to work her up to accept me into her tight pussy. I would split her open with my girth, and I don’t want to hurt her in that way.
I pull back, ending the kiss. Dahlia pants, her cheeks flushed and pupils dilated with desire.
“You ready for your punishment?” I don’t wait for her answer. I pull her up with me as I get to my feet.
She puts up a weak fight as I sit on a bent tree. I jerk her over my lap, my hand settling on herass.
“Please, Jaxon.” She struggles against my hold. “I didn’t want to go on that date with him!”
I jerk her shorts and fishnets down, along with her underwear. A groan slips out of my mouth at the sight of all the curves and supple flesh. My gaze traces over every soft-pink stretch mark lining her hips, thighs, and ass. I find the grooves from the cellulite endearing because they’re imperfect, which makes her perfect in my eyes. Everything about her is sexy.
I smooth my palm over her ass cheek and grab a handful, pulling it to the side so I can see her wet pussy. “You still flirted with him, little sister.”
“Don’t call me that! Not while we’re like this.”
I smack her ass and grin when she yelps. “You’re a little liar, just as much as you are a tease.” I swipe my fingers between her folds. “You’re so wet, sis. Oh, your pussy just clenched when I called you that.”
Dahlia sputters, rambling nonsensical words as she comes up with excuses explaining why she isn’t turned on by me calling her my sister. My fingertip circles on her clit, and she bucks her hips, pretending she doesn’t want this. She grabs my knee and arches her back as I tease her weeping hole before I sink my finger inside her. Pre-cum leaks at the tip of my cock as I finger her until she’s a screaming, crying mess about to come. Then I pull out.
“Ah, ah, ah,” I say. “You’re not coming anymore today.”
“Please, Jaxon,” she cries.
I chuckle and slap her ass, admiring how it jiggles and reddens with my handprint. She yells and arches her back, shoving her backside further out and inviting more pain and pleasure.
“I’m sorry!” she sobs. “Please, Jax.Please!”
I bring back my hand and whip it down, smacking her ass. She screams and jerks forward, her nails digging into my jeansand pinching the skin underneath. I shudder at the throbbing in my palm and how spanking her feeds into the sickness inside me. I really am a sick son of a bitch.
I spank her until she’s wiggling and crying in my lap. She takes it like a champ, panting and moaning my name. I swipe my fingers up her folds again, finding her drenched and pulsing with need. Sticking my coated finger into my mouth, I groan at the musky scent and taste as it sinks into my tastebuds.
My cock jerks. I can’t take it anymore. I need to know what it’ll feel like to have her lips wrapped around me.
“On your fucking knees,” I snarl.
Dahlia scrambles off my lap and turns toward me as I stand. She drops to her knees and raises those red-rimmed eyes to me. Tears track down her cheeks, smearing her makeup in an inky mess. I curl my fists to keep from throwing her onto her back as I imagine how much her makeup will smear when I’m through with her.
“Take my cock out,” I say through clenched teeth.
She slides my belt out of its buckle, then unbuttons my pants. The zipper hisses as she pulls it down. She jerks my pants down my hips, freeing my heavy erection. Dahlia’s eyes widen as she takes in every detail of my dick.
“Oh, god,” she whispers. She looks away to meet my heavy-lidded stare. “You’re hugeandpierced?”
“That’s right, sis. I’m your god and you’re my church. Now open your mouth and let your god baptize you with his unholy cum.” I grab my shaft and languidly stroke it, then slap the tip against her mouth. Threading my fingers through her hair with my other hand, I hold her right where I want her.
Dahlia’s eyelashes flutter, but she does what I say. She sticks her tongue out, and I slip my dick inside her mouth, one slow inch at a time so she can get used to the size. I damn near jump out of my skin as Dahlia sucks on me, her cheekshollowing until there’s no air left and all I feel is her mouth cushioning my dick.
