I’ll fucking marry her and put a baby in her if she isn’t already pregnant before our wedding.
My cock twitches at the thought of Madison carrying my child.
When the hell did my anger and hate toward her turn into this softer and far scarier emotion? I’ve always had a thing for her, even while we were kids, but I still wanted to hurt her because of the people she ran with and the shit Jerry did to me.
I can’t punish her for it anymore. She’s burrowed so deep beneath my skin that I would have to destroy myself to remove her. I can’t do that.
No.
Iwon’tdo it.
I cup my chin with my palm, my elbow resting on the mattress as I watch Madison. She sleeps flat on her back, an arm thrown across her forehead. The blanket pools around her waist, baring her body to my greedy gaze. The blue LED lights reflect off her nipple piercings. They’ve been enticing me for an hour, begging me to catch them between my teeth and find out just how much pain my sister can handle.
I brush my fingers over her stomach’s silky-soft skin. Madison stirs, but doesn’t wake up. She tilts her head back, arching her back to thrust her tits further out.
I swallow a groan.
I’d planned on letting her sleep for another hour, but I can’t wait any longer. I need to feel her wrapped around my cock andhear her scream my name. It’s not just the sex that I crave. It’s the need to feel closer to her. To chase the adrenaline and feel alive.
I position myself between her legs and spread them before I lie on my stomach with my head between her thighs. My eyes slide shut as I inhale her musky scent, breathing her deep into my lungs.
Madison’s scent is by far my favorite. She always smells nice—vanilla paired with a salty ocean breeze.
Cupping the backs of her thighs, I bend her legs and gaze at her pussy and asshole, imagining all the ways I’ll defile her. My only hope is that she doesn’t leave my room in tears—not that I would let her. For once, I’ll stop a woman from running from me.
Madison isn’t wet, which won’t be a problem for too much longer. I meant what I said about having her writhing beneath me and soaking wet before I fuck her. I’m not oblivious to my size and the work it takes to squeeze my dick into a chick’s pussy. Madison won’t be any different, but I want her to enjoy every second.
I lower my head and swipe my tongue up the seam of her cunt. A groan escapes me at the first taste of her, and I lick her again, dipping the pierced tip between her lips and flicking against her clit.
Madison stirs and bucks her hips against my face, grinding herself against my lashing tongue.
It’s fucked up to mess around with her while she’s asleep, but I can’t help myself. Having her naked in my bed as she takes everything I give her turns me on more than I imagined. Don’t get me wrong, I am all for consent and willingness, but I have a feeling she won’t mind this one bit.
I capture her clit between my teeth, then flick my tongue against it. My gaze stays steady on her face, watching as herlips part with panting breaths. I reach up and roughly squeeze her breast with one hand, and with the other, I probe her wet opening with two fingers. Madison’s eyelashes flutter, and her gaze drops to my face. Her eyes widen in surprise, then a beat later, desire takes over.
“Ryder.” Her voice comes out husky from sleep and lust. She threads her fingers through my hair and holds me in place while she rides my tongue.
I dip my finger into her tight channel until she takes me to the last knuckle. Madison hisses through her teeth and bites her bottom lip as I add a second finger to stretch her. Her inner walls clamp on the digits, resisting the intrusion but sucking me deeper inside her to be part of her forever.
Jesus, fuck.Did she sleep with men who only had small dicks?
I frown. I don’t like the thought of her fucking other men. In fact, I hate it. But it’s sad that she’s never been stretched to her limits like what I’ll do to her. Her piece of shit fiancé likely couldn’t pleasure her like what I’m doing, and that alone makes me want to gloat.
I’m so much better for you, little sister.I promise I’ll make you see God.
“Breathe, baby,” I murmur.
She sucks in a ragged breath, and I don’t bother to hold back my smile.
Such a good girl for trusting me.
I don’t move my fingers, keeping them still inside her so she can get accustomed to the feeling. Instead of roughly fucking her with them, I focus on her clit to bring pleasure with the pain. I lick and suck while watching her body language and listening to her little noises so I can map out what she likes. When I nibble on her clit, her hips jump and her fingers tighten in my hair until they’re pulling strands from the roots. A growlrumbles deep in my chest at the pain, my erection stiffening until I fear I’ll bust right here. It wouldn’t be the first time I came without ever sticking my dick in her, and it likely won’t be the last.
“More,” she demands on a whimper.
My grin widens.
I love that my girl is making demands now. Who am I to tell her no?
