She lowers her hand from her chest and drops her phone to the bed. “No penetration, right?”
“Just grinding. Three.”
“No one will know about this?”
I shake my head. “It’ll be our little secret. Two.”
Madison eases off my lap and lowers her panties. My cock jerks as I stare at the triangle of pubic hair above her perfect pussy. The rest is bare. I ease her shirt over her head to join the rest of her clothes before I pull her onto my lap.
“Fuck,” I grind out as I palm her supple breasts. They spill out from all sides from the rough groping.
Madison lets out a needy sound as I pinch her pierced nipples. “You didn’t say anything about feeling me up.”
“That comes with the territory.” I lean forward and capture a pierced nipple in my mouth. Her soft moan shoots straight to my groin, pushing me closer to my orgasm without even having to touch myself. “Move the blanket,” I say between sucking and biting her nipple. “Slide your pussy up and down on my cock and get it nice and wet.”
Madison shoves the blanket to the side, freeing my erection, and with awkward, nervous movements, she straddles my lap. A groan works itself out of me as her pussy rubs against the underside of my dick.
“This doesn’t feel weird to you?” she whispers.
I unlatch my mouth from her nipple and snake an arm around her lower back while I move with her. My lips trail along her jaw, and she drops her head to the side, giving me more access to her throat that I cover in wet kisses. “Quite the contrary.”
She pants and rocks faster. In this position, she can only rub against the base of my shaft. I lie back, bringing her with me so she’s bent above me while bucking her hips faster.
“Just like that,” I growl.
Madison shivers and buries her face in my hair. She takes a deep breath, and the same odd feeling from earlier returns to my chest. I love how she breathes me into her lungs, as thoughshe can’t get enough of me, like how I can’t ever get enough of her.
Years of fantasizing about being with my stepsister can’t touch what’s happening right now. I’ve imagined all the ways I’d fuck her, how I’d mark her pretty skin so the world could see she belongs to me, but none of what I imagined can compare to the real deal.
I shudder as Madison tangles her fingers in my hair and fists strands until she’s nearly pulling them out by the root. My cock thickens and my balls draw up tight as my orgasm builds. I hold it back, but it’s hard to do when my sister moves with me, so eager to please.
The girl can act innocent all she wants, but we both know the truth. She’s a freak like me. I just wonder how deep her kinks go. Clearly, she’s into anal. Also pain. Those piercings don’t lie, and how she reacted when I spanked her didn’t either.
“Are you on the pill?” A shiver runs through me as I hold back the orgasm. I should have asked her this before starting, but I was too eager to feel her wet pussy.
Her face turns a brighter red, and she gives me the doe-eyed look that drives me wild. She shakes her head, her mouth forming words that die on her tongue.
I don’t stop her from grinding as I awkwardly dig through my nightstand’s drawer for a condom. After finding one, I rip open the foil packet with my teeth, then stop her movements before I roll the rubber down my shaft. I hiss as it stretches over my skin and strangles my dick.
“Fuck,” I growl. “I forgot these are too small.”
It’s been too long since I’ve needed to use these condoms. I stole them from the drugstore my senior year in high school without looking at the sizes. The store associate was busy stocking the same aisle as the condoms, and I didn’t have time to pretend I was shopping.
Madison’s gaze dips to my cock as I force the last inch over the base of my shaft. I grit my teeth as the rubber ring cuts off the circulation. She bites her bottom lip, the wheels turning in her mind.
I stroke my shaft once, and that’s all it takes for the condom to rip from the base to the tip. Pieces wilt and dangle from the rubber ring still choking my dick.
Madison’s eyes widen. “Screw it.”
My shoulders tighten, and my spine straightens. “Screw it?”
She meets my gaze. “I don’t care about a condom.”
My heart pounds against my chest. “You want me to fuck you raw?”
“We’re not fucking. Just grinding.” She reaches between us and peels the broken condom off me, her movements jerky and unsure. My eyes slide closed as she strokes my dick, her thumb swiping over the head to smear the bead of pre-cum.
I shudder as her strokes become surer and faster. My balls draw up, and heat coils low in my stomach and at the base of my spine. I catch her wrist, stopping her from jerking me off. Two more strokes and I would have come.
