At his deepest, his balls press magnificently against her pussy lips. Sash can't help but moan.
"Sash", Dante warns, his voice affected by his increasing desires.
Again Sash can't respond. She's locked into it, her pleasure pulsing across her in bounds, tugging her towards perfection.
Dante withdraws. Every part of his engorged shaft screams with orgasmic delight. Sash can feel every single square millimeter of her pussy, every single nerve ending inside her body calling out for it, demanding she let it take her. She doesn't know how much longer she can hold on. Back in up to his balls, Dante pushes just that little bit further, enough to make Sash moan again. When he begins to draw out, it's already started.
As much as she tries to force it away, she can't. It's upon her and it won't let go. Dante can feel it too. He can see it in the way her skin begins to shiver, and hear it in the staggered way she moans.
When it finally hits, her pussy convulsing so much it nearly forces Dante out completely, it comes at her so strongly, her leg jerks uncontrollably to the floor, the table shuddering and threatening to break completely.
She opens and closes her fists, just for somewhere for the sensation to go, and then loses herself inside it completely. Whatever Dante wants to do to her for disobeying him again, so be it, this sensation is out of this world. She's never felt anything this strong before, and even when the first wave has swept through her, the second and third seismic blasts hit her in ways she never thought were possible. Her body tumbles and falls over itself in repeated orgasms, that make the term multiple seem ludicrously insufficient, and she feels complete in a way only Dante has the capacity to provoke. A long time passes when she wants to say something and can't, incapacitated by the scale of the orgasm that's taking her over.
Dante is quiet too, not because he's waiting for Sash to speak, but because he's fighting to control himself as well. Sash's pussy is gripping his cock and spasming it close to exploding. Just seeing her like this, crumbling under his touch, makes him so horny, if he let himself he could come just by watching her.
"Not acceptable", Dante finally spits out.
While Sash is still reeling under the immensity of it, trying to make sense of the world she's just been plunged into, Dante grabs her around the hips. She's lost the game and now, with it changed slightly, Dante has a new goal.
He pulls out as slowly as he can manage, pauses with his cock at the very entrance to her hole and drills it back inside her. Firmly in place, he grunts, the deep guttural sound of a pre-historic man in need of carnal satisfaction.
Sash didn't think she could go any higher. Each thump of his cock inside her now, does just that. It isn't long before the sensation overwhelms him. With his stepsister already on cloud nine and swimming in a lake of perfection, Dante pushes himself there too. Sash is openly screaming now, although she knows nothing of it. She's lost complete control of her body, her sensations driving her actions entirely. It's on the reverse stroke that it finally takes him. He has placed her leg back on the table, having to hold it there himself to keep it in place, so he can see her pussy stretched wide around his cock, and watch his balls come in contact with her skin, and its a combination of this and the feather-like sensitivity of his pulsating pride, that finally pushes him over.
Dante twists his neck up to bay an escaping grunt at the ceiling. He rocks forwards onto the balls of his feet and drives his cock home even further, so at the point in which he swells beyond recourse, Sash experiences him in his entirety.
She feels his balls tighten against her pussy lips. Inside her, his glans swells and pushes insistently on her cervix.
She feels him strong behind her, his full weight pinning her assertively to the wood. She hears him let out another violent grunt, and then she feels it as it explodes along the base of his shaft.
Twisting his body towards her, he grits his teeth, draws the taut muscles of his stomach together and unleashes himself deliberately inside her. Each pump pushes her even deeper into orgasm until he is finally, magnificently spent and Sash is quivering feverishly.
Her skin hot and cold, the hairs on the back of her neck standing up, Dante folds himself into her.
She can hardly breath, let alone speak. Her pulse flashes through her body as though sped up a hundred times over. She can feel the goosebumps that litter Dante's skin. Together they are a crumbled mess of orgasmic delight and Sash can't even begin to think how they might put themselves back together again.
She doesn't know how it happens, but at some point after he has come, Dante peels her off the table, Rose petals stuck to her skin like sweet wrappers and carries her like a Roman God, across the threshold and into the bedroom.
There, she wraps herself around the sheets, before her stepbrother, her magnificent man of extraordinary talent, wraps himself around her too, already hungry for more.
Chapter 25
They wake with the sun rolling in through the gaps in the red, heavy-threaded, crushed velvet curtains, and this time when Sash rolls over, she is delighted to find her stepbrother still in the bed alongside her. She pours herself into him, melting against the thickness of his chest, drowning herself in his scent and essence, and lavishing him with kisses. For the first time in their staggered relationship together, Sash feels like she has finally got him.
He pulls her tightly to him, and she lets her hands roam his skin, her fingers dancing tantalizingly over the broadness of his shoulders, tracing the lines of his muscles across his torso and down towards the throbbing, thickness of his already swollen meat.
Dante catches her hand just before she gets to it, playfully pins it against the pillow above her head and rolls himself on top of her. He kisses the sensitive underside of her upper arm, across the delicate lines of her shoulder, down past her breasts and around her belly button. Sash giggles as he goes, the light brush of his lips tickling her body in frenzied electric pulses, while the heat of his engorged member insists urgently against her tender, goose-bumped skin.
Dante nudges her legs apart with his own, and like this, silent but for their exigent breathing, he guides himself inside her. As they make love, the sun warm against Dante's back, Sash's body trembling yet again just to have him against her, she can't help but feel complete.
Stepbrother or not, this is the man she's definitely meant to be with. This is the man she has always loved, and the only man who can make her feel this way. Afterwards, when Sash has the warm, gooey sensation running through her body of yet another incredible series of orgasms, and Dante is lying against her again, satisfied enough for now, she feels like she could stay here forever and never need anything else in her life again. Dante nuzzles into her neck. He pulls her backwards into him, his arms locked around her waist and his legs up close to hers in a tangled spoon.
"I have a surprise for you today", he whispers.
"A surprise? I don't know if I deserve a surprise, do I?"
"It's a present for us both. Something I've wanted to give you for a very long time."
Sash twists around so she can face him. She studies his eyes, touches his lips with her fingers and tries to guess what it could be. Is he going to propose, is that what this is about? Are they going to run away together?
"What is it?"
"It's a surprise, Sash. The whole point of a surprise is that you don't tell the person you're planning to give it to, what it is."
"Yeah I know that, but, I'm here now, you might as well tell me."
"Uh-uh. It would ruin it."
He gets up, leaving Sash lying face down on the bed, her legs moving up and down idly like a child throwing a tantrum. Dante knows his stepsister hates surprises. He knows she'll struggle to think about anything else all morning until she finds out what it is.
"You'll see soon enough. We have to go there this morning."
"Go there, go where?"
Sash gets up off the bed to follow her stepbrother towards the bathroom.
"You'll see."
> "Well what do I have to wear?"
Dante turns the shower on and steps underneath the water. It's a walk in open planned system with jets coming from above and to the side. Sash closes the distance to join him.
"Something sexy."
Sash gathers soap in her hands and begins to rub it into his skin, her hands naturally working their way back down his chest and towards his hardening cock.
"Something like yesterday?"
"Uh-huh."
In her hands, he grows quickly, easily turned on by her touch.
"I've got a lot of dresses."
Sash pushes back his foreskin and begins to wank him. "I could wear one without panties."
"Go on."
"Only you and I would know. You could put your hand between my legs, your fingers up inside me."
"Uh-huh. What else?"
While Sash draws his foreskin gently over his swollen glans, she rubs the tip of her thumb into the sensitive connective tissue that joins his crown to his shaft. Already, pre-cum has begun to build up and ooze out of his tip. Dante tilts his head back, enjoying the sensation of the hot water tumbling over his skin while his stepsister wanks him.
"You could bend me over when nobody is looking, lick my tight, wet hole and push your cock slowly inside me."
"Yes", Dante says. "Oh, yes, I could do that. What else?"
His cock throbbing under her touch now, he could let himself go so easily like this.
"You could loosen my ass-hole with my cum and then when I'm ready and on the edge of an orgasm, you could push your way inside me with your sensitive, swollen cock."
She tightens her grip, one hand on his shaft, the other massaging his balls.
"That sounds like a perfect idea."
Dante's breathing is already stuttered. Sash can sense he's nearing an orgasm. She knows if she continues, he'll explode all over her belly. She wants it, but she wants to tease him even more.
"Ok", she says, pulling her hand away quickly. "I'll go and see what I can find."
Before Dante can stop her, she's turned on her heels and is back in the bedroom giggling away at what she's just done.
In the bathroom, Dante stands with his mouth open and his cock throbbing, seconds away from orgasm. "Sash", he shouts. "I'm going to make you regret that."
"I'm busy", Sash shouts back. "I have to find something nice to wear!"
Dante stares down at his swollen cock. He could finish the job easily, but it wouldn't be the same.
"Fucking hell."
He shakes his head, a wry smile breaking out across his face. She's learning.
He'll let her get away with this one, only because he knows that if tonight is going to be the most important moment in their relationship and the best moment of his life, he first needs to persuade her to have the operation.
Everything so far has been leading up to this moment, and he sure as hell doesn't want to fuck it up. It's only taken three years of waiting, and even though he's not going to take no for an answer, he'd prefer Sash to be on the same page as him before they start. He's pretty sure he won't have a problem, but it would just make a much more pleasant experience for them both if she was.
Sash had a tendency to freak out unnecessarily over things she later wholeheartedly agreed with. Why wouldn't she want to do the one thing they couldn't do before? Dante reasons. If anything, she's likely to be just as excited as he is.
An hour later they are both ready. Sash has no idea where they are about to go, but she's excited. A little nervous about what's to come, but excited she'll be doing something with Dante. Over the moon that he's been thoughtful enough to get her a gift at all. If the flowers and the presents last night were anything to go by, this could be absolutely immense. Knowing Dante, it's going to be significant. True to her word, she's decided not to wear any panties, and Dante can't think of anything more appropriate.
Hand in hand, they leave the apartment, ride the elevator down to the lobby and make their way out to the street.
They are no more than a half a dozen steps away from the hotel when she calls him. The word fired through the air like a bullet.
"Dante."
Sash is the first to turn.
Tess is standing there with Oliver in her arms. Whatever she was going to say is postponed slightly by what she has seen.
"This her?" Tess asks, pointing as best she can at Sash. Sash is confused. She looks from Tess to Oliver and then across to Dante, who looks anything but calm and composed.
"This is not the time", Dante says firmly.
"Who is-?" Sash begins to say but the words don't fully form a sentence.
"I came to give you one last chance. He wanted to see you. I guess I made a mistake."
"Dante?"
Sash looks at him with a face twisted by worry.
"Daddy", Oliver says with his hand stretched out towards Dante.
The penny drops.
Immediately, the color drains from Sash's face, and her skin goes cold. She feels a hollow in her gut like someone has just kicked a huge chunk of her out onto the road and can't help but fold over uncontrollably, clasping at her neck, desperate for air, her knees so weak had she not been holding Dante's hand, she would have clattered straight to the floor. That hand feels cold and unfamiliar in hers now.
She lets go of him as though suddenly realizing she's touching something completely foreign to her, and staggers back away from him, the world moving in slow motion. She looks to Oliver and then back to Dante. There is no doubt about it. This is his child.
"No."
She shakes her head, her hand going instinctively to her belly. "No."
"Sash", Dante says, trying to reason with her.
"You didn't know", Tess says, a penny dropping for her now too. "Why does that not surprise me?"
Sash wants the whole world to swallow her up. The information is a jumble in her head and all she knows is she needs to get away. She can't process anything, she can't think clearly, she can't even cry. It's like the whole world as she knows it has suddenly come to a grinding and abrupt stop. Who is this woman? Why have they got a child together? Why has he lied to her again?
Without even thinking about it, she turns away and begins to run, adrenaline kicking in.
Dante rolls his eyes, he points an accusatory finger at Tess and calls after his stepsister. When she doesn't respond, he gives chase, but Sash is quicker than he is. Before he can get to her, he loses her in the crowd.
"Fuck."
Dante spins around to look in all directions, unable to locate her.
Back at the entrance to the hotel, Tess is waiting.
"What the fuck are you doing here?"
Oliver is crying. He has no idea what's going on, but he doesn't like it. Tess moves him from arm to arm, trying to calm him down. Before she can answer, Dante's phone begins to ring.
They stand there for a while scowling at each other. The phone rings insistently. Oliver wails. Dante shakes his head.
"Are you going to answer that?"
"You'll regret this, Tess."
Out of his pocket comes the cell phone.
"This is not a good time", he barks into the receiver.
In his office headquarters, Alex stands at her desk, a letter out on the surface in front of her.
"I've got bad news", she says. "You're going to want to hear this."
"I don't need any more bad news."
Dante eyes Tess.
"Someone is blackmailing you, and they want a lot of money."
"How is this news, Alex? Someone tries to blackmail me every other week. Burn it like we do all of the other ones."
Tess smirks and shakes her head.
"Not this one. This one is for real. It's about you and Sash."
Dante's heart skips a beat. The skin on the back of his neck goes cold and the hairs on his arm stand up on end.
"You have twenty four hours to deposit a hundred million dollars into my account", Tess reads, "or these photos will be
sent to all of the national newspapers", Alex holds up a photo to get a better look at it. "My oh my. What on earth have you been doing, Dante?"
"Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck."
There are a number of photos taken from long distance, some innocuous, others incriminatory. Alex's eyes goes wide as she looks through them, Dante's body flush with desire, Sash bent over the table in front of him in one, in bed with him in the next. They are grainy, but clear enough to see who they involve and what's going on.
"I'll send them to you."
Dante cuts the call.
"Bad news?"
Tess takes great pleasure in asking him. In his pocket, Dante can feel his phone vibrate.
"This is not the right time, Tess."
"Clearly. I shouldn't have come."
"Why the fuck did you?"
He sits down on the steps to the hotel, desperate to try and think clearly. Tess watches him. "What do you want?"
"Who is that?"
"No-one."
"She didn't look like no-one to me."
"Tess, you and I are over, you need to realize that. I've moved on. Get over it."
Dante takes his cell phone out of his pocket. Scrolling through the images, he can't work out how they would have been taken. Who the fuck knew?
"Fuck. I need to find her."
Tess watches him get up, go to the edge of the sidewalk and hail a taxi.
"This is it, Dante."
When the taxi pulls away, she's shaking her head and passing their crying child from one shoulder to the next, framed perfectly by the rear window.
***
In the restroom of a department store half a block away, Sash sits on the toilet seat, crying softly. In her hands is a recently purchased pregnancy test, the yes/no indicator patch covered by the tip of her thumb.
Chapter 26
He finally finds her several hours later, sat on a park bench with her knees pulled up to her chest.
When he sits down next to her, she doesn't scream or try to run away, she just sits there silently, staring ahead at the very same point she's had her eyes fixed on for the last thirty minutes, trying to work out what the hell has just happened. Although she's not crying anymore, her eyes are red and puffy, and it's clear she's still shocked and very upset. Dante doesn't speak for a moment either, deciding how best to approach the subject. He should have told her, but there never seemed like the right moment. Eventually, he reaches out to her, hoping in his touch she'll soften. Sash pulls away as soon as he's moved, crushing herself into the wooden arm rest of the bench.
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