The mood in my mind dies on the spot, but my pussy doesn’t get the memo as it still clenches and demands to be filled by my older brother. I can’t focus, not with his fat dick pressing against me, hard as an iron bar that’s branding my skin.
“Put some clothes on,” I say breathlessly.
His smile turns mischievous, and he moves his hips, sliding his pierced cock between my pussy lips, which are outlined by my tight shorts. He groans, and my toes curl.
“You’re the one who came into my room, little sister.” He slips his mouth beside my ear. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten what I said about what I find in my room being mine.”
He said that long ago. I’m the one who’s forgotten about it until now. It happened when we were kids, after I kissed him for the first time. I’d snuck into his room to feel less lonely while he was gone with our dad. One of my ribbons came out while I napped, and I didn’t realize it until he found it and confronted me.
My lips part and I arch my neck as he grinds against me. I shift my hips, helping him as he peels my shorts off and blindly tosses them to the floor. Gravity doesn’t exist, and every organ in my body flips. This is it. We’re taking this to the next level by having sex and no longer kissing and giving head.
Jaxon slips his cock between my wet folds and holds it down to fuck between the lips. Each stroke rubs my clit with the delicious friction I need. I’m so close to coming that I’ll scream if he stops. My fingernails dig deeper into hisback and scratch down, making him groan and shiver with each long swipe.
“I want to feel you,” he murmurs, then brushes his nose along my jawline and leaves kisses here and there. “I wanna bury myself so deep inside you that I leave an imprint of my cock in your tight pussy. I want my cum filling you until it leaks out. Then I want to taste the combination of us out of your cunt.”
My eyelashes flutter as I fight to keep my eyes open. Jaxon looks at me with a pinched expression. He’s struggling to keep his calm demeanor, and I can see the strain from him holding back on me. I want more from him. I want him unrestrained. I want him to show me how I drive him wild with need like he does to me.
“Fuck me,” I say as I roll my hips to meet his each time he pushes forward. “I want it all.”
Pain etches across his beautiful features. The thin string of control he’s holding stretches tighter. It’s only a matter of time before it snaps and he gives in. I don’t know why he’s holding back. Why hasn’t he fucked me? Deep down, it hurts, and I wonder if there’s something wrong with me.
“Tell me who scared you,” he says.
I dig my heels into his ass and grab his erection. He hisses through his teeth as I guide the tip outside my entrance.
“I don’t remember,” I say.
I do, but that’s on the back burner. The demon isn’t about to ruin this, too. I want Jaxon, and he clearly wants me, so what’s stopping him?
“Please, big brother. I want you so bad it hurts,” I whine.
His control snaps and he thrusts forward, barely getting the fat tip of his dick inside me. I arch my back and yell as he stretches my opening. Jaxon’s eyebrows lower, and he clenches his jaw as he applies more pressure into his thrust.
“Fuck,” he growls, then stops. His chest rises and falls with each quick breath, and sweat gathers on his forehead.
I swallow down the cries from the burn of his head barely penetrating me. My inner walls spasm, pleasure joining the pain and concocting a mind-blowing combination.
Jaxon’s expression falls as he realizes what we’re doing, and he pulls away. His dick slips out, leaving me feeling empty and disappointed. He gathers his control and puts on a cool mask to seem unbothered.
“Another time, flower.” His voice pitches lower by an octave and sounds like he’s growling. “You still need to answer my question.”
I don’t want to push him to sleep with me. I’ll feel like shit if I have to convince him. So I swallow back my disappointment and say, “I saw something in my room.”
“You saw something in your room?”
I nod. “I woke up and saw this . . . thing.”
“Are you fucking with me right now?”
The panic doubles as I remember how the demon looked when it reached toward me like it wanted to steal my soul.
“No,” I say. “I woke up and saw it standing at the end of my bed. I’m terrified of it, and it keeps showing up. It looks like a demon.” I snap my mouth shut, my teeth clicking together when I notice the weird look on Jaxon’s face.
His forehead crinkles with his frown, and he cocks his head as he looks me over with a new perspective. Tendrils of wavy hair slip over his eyes, and I want to push them out of the way. I stay still, not wanting to annoy him.
“The same demons you were telling me about the other day?” he asks.
I nod, and the fear from earlier hits me again. I’m back to trembling and trying to hide it from him. My eyes move on their own, and I peek from the corner, checking to make sure we’re alone. I don’t want Jaxon to see me like this. Over thelast few years, I’ve kept it together and want him to see only the tough side of me. But little by little, over time, things scared me, and I can’t control my reactions and emotions every time.
