by Ember Flint
Without much preambles, I shove two of my thick, long fingers inside her little slit.
I know she can take this, my big dick has spent so much time today stretching her snug walls, that I don’t need to be gentle right now. I curl them in a ‘come hither’ motion making her instantly shatter in pleasure, her pussy milking my digits, making my cock so envious and my memory of the feeling of her clenching around its length over and over so vivid, I almost pass out from restrained lust.
I slip my fingers out of her still clamping cunt and immediately go for my belt buckle when I realize the car is slowing to a stop.
“Fuck!” I grunt, my forehead dropping against hers.
I don’t think I’m going to survive this dinner.
She giggles. “I promise I’ll make up for this later, okay?”
I growl low in my throat, trying as best as I can to ignore the painful throb in my cock. “I’m counting on it, baby.”
—*—
I’m sure the food is great in this place, a fusion of Cuban and Chinese, but everything tastes like ashes in my mouth when I think I could be face-deep in Jessica’s succulent pussy right now, there’s no dish, nor priceless bottle of wine that can compete with that. Not right now, anyway, not when I’m this starved for her.
Dinner has been pleasant of course, but if asked, I wouldn’t be able to detail the conversation.
My mind has been too agreeable engage on thoughts of Jessica —more specifically me fucking Jessica— playing back and forth our little interlude in the limo.
My blood flow has been going south all evening, so I’m sure I’ve been anything but a brilliant conversationalist.
Jessica has been no better, a lusty, dreamy look in her eyes, that tugged at my very aroused and aching cock every time I glanced at her.
Our dinner companions are faring much better, I think.
They are ridiculously in love and all soft tender looks and furtive touches, but I guess it’s easier for them: they’ve been inseparable for the last four days, whereas Jessica and I have barely started to tap the well of our passion.
We’ll have many more occasions to share a meal together and I’m sure we’ll have a great time —I mean, what’s best than being best friends and dating close sisters that love each other, right?— only not tonight.
I’m too drunk on Jessica to attend to what happens around us and the part of me that it’s not buzzed with lust, it’s worried for Sterling.
Both him and my sister declined to be with us this evening.
I’m not much worried for Cora, after all I can readily believe she really needed to have an early night after being up late for days to study.
I was disappointed not to introduce her to Jessica right away. I’m sure she’ll love her —and Lara too—, but we have time for that, ‘cause sure as fuck my Jess is not going anywhere.
It’s for Sterling that I’m anxious.
In the afternoon, Aston called to tell me he had spoken with our friend, but he wasn’t feeling up to dinner. He tried to badger the truth of his feelings and mental state out of him to no avail.
I figured he was still pretty cut up about his encounter with that girl in the elevator, so I pushed myself out of bed and away from my woman to call him.
Even though our friendship with Sterling is not life-long, I consider him a brother as much as I do Aston and no matter the whirlwind of emotions I’m in, I’m not the kind of man who would forget about his friends when they need support.
I told him to meet me at my penthouse so that we could get the head of security to look through footage from last Saturday to find his mystery bombshell, but he declined my offer.
I mean, I really don’t get this.
Saturday he was wailing —as much as someone like him can anyway— about this woman and his need to find her and I could see the relief in his eyes when I mentioned the security recordings and now all of a sudden he doesn’t care anymore?
I really need to talk with Aston about this more, but not while the girls are with us, plus it’s not like I can have a serious conversation right now, not with my erection trying to punch its way out of my slacks and the sensation of Jessica’s soft hand in mine.
We’ll have to find a moment to do so tomorrow, though.
As the waiter serves the next course, I fall more deeply into myself and my wanting to be alone with Jess and wedged deep inside of her.
The only thing I’m aware of are her eyes gazing upon me and the pressure of her impish hand on my thigh, making me lose my concentration and my focus on reality.
Before I know what’s going on, I see Aston stands up, a bemused, but fond, expression on his face.
“Well, guys… we’ll see you tomorrow,” he says, grinning at me. “Or the day after that,” he mutters.
What is he talking about?
They’re leaving?
It can’t be that late, can it?
I throw a surreptitious look at the smartwatch on my wrist and my eyes widen a bit. Talk about losing track of time!
I clear my throat.
I realize I should probably say something.
Right?
Anything?
“Hmm? Wh-what?” I mumble.
My friend starts to laugh.
Jessica looks very much confused. She shakes her head, her big cerulean eyes slightly dazed. “Didn’t we just got here?” she looks at the display of her mobile.
I hear Lara snort. “Not quite, sis…”
I chuckle as well following the interplay between our two ladies as I catch my best friend doing the same.
Aston takes Lara by the hand. “Well, guys: it’s been great! We’re calling it a night. Enjoy the rest of the evening. Dinner is on me. Ta-ta!” he says smirking while dragging a giggling Lara behind him.
Jessica follows their retreat for a moment longer and then turns toward me.
“Did we just make a spectacle of ourselves?” she asks, her tone teasing.
“We certainly did, babe, and yet I don’t seem to care,” I answer and then I lean forward to kiss her smile away.
—*—
We stumble inside Jessica’s flat, kissing madly, her legs around my waist and my hands on her pert ass.
I don’t think I can wait another minute to have her.
I need to claim her, fuck her, own each one of her moans, make sure we are bound together for as long as there’s breath in my lungs.
Her body feels hot against mine, the clothes might as well not be there at all and her feminine fragrance is all around me, intoxicating and alluring.
There’s no time for words now.
We teased each other too much tonight.
We could have fucked in the limo after we left the restaurant, but we decide to let our passion build even higher.
Now there’s no stopping us, though.
I pull her even closer and burn her neck with famished kisses, I know my beard will probably mark her milky skin and I should be more gentle, but the thought gets me harder than I thought I could get all things considered. I want to see my mark on her, I need to see it.
It will make her more mine.
My cock jerks in agreement and I grunt against her supple skin.
I pin her to the nearest wall and press the entire length of my body to hers, crouching down to cover her much smaller frame.
Fuck, I’ve never wanted anyone —anything— this much in my life.
I forcefully drive my hips against her wet panties, ripping a tortured moan from her lips.
“Charles,” she gasps. “I need you. I need you so much!”
I feel her legs tightening around my waist and I thrust harder in the cradle of her thighs, teasing us both with the promise of the pleasure to come.
Jessica kisses me fiercely, her arms almost strangling me as she tries to crawl inside my skin.
I pull back. “What do you want, baby?” I ask, breathlessly as I rock her against
the wall.
She moans deep in her throat. “Fuck me, fuck me, Charles!”
Her words and the desire behind them make me lose that little bit of sanity I was clinging on and I feel my lust for her unleash like a rabid, voracious beast ready to pounce.
As I lift her on my hips even higher, my hands frantically shoving the fabric of her dress up and away from her lithe, sexy, body, I hear a ripping sound and she purrs my name, softly.
I liked the dress, it was sexy as hell on her, but it doesn’t matter: I’ll buy her another million dresses as beautiful as this one, for right now I want her completely naked and taking every inch of my fat, hard cock in, the rest can wait.
I carry her across the hall, but I don’t make it to her bedroom. I can’t wait that long to have her.
I lay her down her dinner table and then move her until her ass is dangling on the edge, her long, shapely legs still curled around my hips.
I reach between us and I finally free myself, groaning loudly and pumping my dick up and down a couple of times as I take a step back, standing between her open legs.
I get rid of her frilly blue panties, now nothing but a soaking scrap of silk and lace and I barely remember to roll a condom down my length before I’m plunging into her, fucking into her pussy as deep as I can go and then some.
“Oh, yes, Charles… Charles!” Jessica is moaning my name over and over incoherently, her head thrashing left and right; a sexy mess of shimmery blonde cascading on her perfect little tits, one pink hard nipple peaking from between the soft strands.
As I keep on rutting into her, I struggle to free myself from the rest of the clothes still covering my upper body.
I need to have us both naked. I don’t want anything between us, I’m already pissed enough about the condom as it is, but Jessica is not on anything and this is so new and so intense we can’t risk to complicate things further.
I picture Jessica’s belly big and swollen with my baby and I start to wonder if it would be really that bad to go that fast.
My cock jerks inside of her tight, hot pussy, letting me no it will be more than on board with the idea of shooting every drop of the seed building in my balls inside of her fertile body.
I know it’s not rational, but fuck it, there’s nothing rational about this.
I can’t go there now, if I think about it too much, I’m going to come and I don’t want to. Not yet. Not until I feel her cunt come on my cock first.
I push her flat on the table, my mouth hungrily sucking first one nipple and then the other, my body bend over hers while I thrust even more violently inside her wet, willing pussy and I feel her starting to climb as the table moves with a screech to the side under our combined weight and the strength of our passion.
I ride the wave of her budding orgasm until it soars and explodes in her body, the walls of her hot, snug cunt clamping around the base of my cock.
I’m so close to coming, there are stars and flashes of white light behind my eyes.
The table screeches again though and I decide it’s not safe to continue to go at her on top of it, especially as I near my orgasm.
I’m going to need support when this is over and this table has taken us as far as it can.
I secure her thighs more firmly around my hips, holding my cock deep inside of her.
“We need to move, sweetheart,” I groan and as soon as I feel her arms tighten around my shoulders, I pick her up and slide us both down the floor.
I feel it cold under my knees as I start to fuck into her; I don’t want her to be uncomfortable, so I turn us until I’m the one on the bottom and she is straddling me, her hips rolling against mine, my hands pressing on her ass to bring her closer.
We are both panting and wet with perspiration, our hearts hammering the same lust-induced rhythm as we move closer and closer to our climax.
Jessica doesn’t break her speed. “Oh, God, I’m going to… again, Charles, oh Charles,” she moans, lowering herself completely on top of me, her lips on my neck and her erected nipples grazing my hairy chest, the sensation making us both shiver in pleasure and then I’m there and there’s no coming back.
I feel her clutch my cock deep inside of her and I let go with a mighty groan, bucking against her and lifting us both off the floor as I empty every drop of come I have in her along with every ounce of my soul, my balls drawing up tight as we kiss and kiss and kiss.
Chapter 8
JESSICA
We slide down the wet tiled wall of my tiny shower, kissing and laughing, as we recover from our last interlude.
I told Charles it will not be physically possible for us to fuck in my shower considering it’s ridiculously small and he is practically build like a tall barricade of bricks, but he wouldn’t believe me.
Swore he would prove me wrong.
And boy, did he!
“See I told you…” he pants on my neck.
I giggle. “You did… still we almost broke our necks.”
He nibbles my chin and nuzzled the side of my face.
“Totally worth it, babe. Plus, it’s not like we don’t have an alternative solution…” he says.
I make him look at me and stop the course of his distracting kisses.
“What do you mean?” I ask.
He shrugs. “Well, I happen to have a really huge shower in my place.”
“Charles,” I look away feeling a little awkward. He has been hinting we should go to his penthouse for the last couple of days, but I don’t know if I’m comfortable with it. After all his sister is currently living there.
He covers my mouth with his in a deep, sweet kiss.
“Jess, if it’s for my sister, I already told you. My place is big and my bedroom soundproof. Come on! I want you to be there and I want you to meet Cora, babe.”
I sigh. I know he is not going to stop asking and I also now I will relent in the end, especially if he keeps on looking at me with such a forlorn expression in his brilliant blue eyes.
A man should not be allowed to look so sexy and yet so sweet when trying to pull a puppy dog face. This is not far.
“Alright, but just for the weekend,” I say.
Charles grins down at me. “That’s my girl.”
He stands up and offers me a hand to do the same.
We switch off the now lukewarm water and we step out of the shower, holding each other.
He towels me off until I’m dry, my eyes hungrily following the droplets of water sliding down his gorgeous muscular body and then he drapes a towel around his hips, not bothering to dry off.
He drags me to my bedroom, smiling excitedly and I feel a wave of tenderness for him warm my heart.
He looks like the biggest little boy I’ve ever seen.
I also feel a pulse decidedly lower then my heart, my eyes still glued to his huge, sexy, shoulders, his rippling muscles, sculpted six-pack and lower to the sensual V of his hard hips.
I reach for his towel with one hand, but he grabs my wrist, chuckling when I pout at him. “Easy there, baby, don’t pock the beast. Not now at least, we have not time for that.”
I gape at him. “What? Why ever not?” I grumble not caring if I sound whiny: I want him now.
“Let’s get you packed first, then I’ll give it to you so hard, you’ll pass out from it. You can count on it, baby.”
“Alright…” I say, smiling at him as I feel my pussy tingle at his words.
I move to my cupboard and retrieve a bag: the faster I finish packing, the sooner I’ll get what I want.
Still, he shouldn’t be such a tease.
Well, two can play at this game, right?
I open the closet, for all intents and purposes focused on packing my overnight bag, but I drop my towel on the floor and I look back at him from over my shoulder, my eyes meeting his heated gaze.
I see the unmistakable tenting of the towel and then my man is stalking toward me, all thoughts of packing fo
rgotten for the moment.
Chapter 9
CHARLES
“You what?” I bark, my eyes trained on my tablet, propped on the low coffee table in front of us, my hands are lightly shaking.
Jessica jumps a little at the harshness in my voice, but then I feel one of her hands curl around one of mine, her little thumb stroking up and down my bigger one.
I’m beyond shocked.
I knew something was going on with both of them, but this is seriously beyond my wildest imaginings.
Sterling and—
“Charles, I can explain,” Sterling says, interrupting my thoughts, but I don’t really listen.
I’m too furious for his paltry excuses right now.
I cannot fucking believe this!
“Did you just really fucking said that you guys got fucking married in fucking Vegas no less?” I demand, my voice raising.
“Charles, let him talk.”
Jess’s gentle voice is the only thing that can break through my wall of anger.
I scowl at the tablet leaning back on my sofa. “Fucking explain then…” I mutter.
After we packed some of Jess’s stuff last night we came to my place and I introduced her to Cora. They immediately hit it off, but I could see something was off with my sister.
She wasn’t her usual happy self and she wouldn’t meet my eye when we talked and then this morning when we woke she was nowhere to be found.
I know she is twenty-one and more than able to take care of herself, but she is not the type of person that would just disappear without a word so I started to go frantic with worry, but then I found a voicemail from her on my cell.
She told me she was going to stay with a friend to study and not to worry and now… now this?
When I got the video call from Sterling I was actually happy, thinking he was finally ready to tell me what the fuck was going on with his life and why the hell he was acting so weird, so out of character, then he adjusted the angle of the camera a little and I saw someone sitting close to him.
That someone being my baby sister is the reason why I’m sputtering and pissed as fuck right now.
