Chapter Three #2
From my vantage point, I have a clear view of Nick’s jaw and the coiling muscles as Isla finger fucks her ass and bounces on the dildo.
“Dom, you can’t—”
The lawyer in him shuts up quick when Isla gives a helpless whimper and sobs, “Nick, yes. Yes. God. I want it. Breed my pussy.”
I shouldn’t feel smug when my boyfriend groans deep in his throat and bucks his hips up while simultaneously shoving my head down. I shouldn’t be grinning when he huffs a low, tortured, “Fuck!”
Dislodging myself, I kick out of my shoes and pants and climb up over him. My knees hug his hips as I brace my weight on his chest.
I sink down on him just as the version of me in the video kicks the door shut with a resounding crack.
“Dom…” My name is half a moan, half a warning that I’m going to get an earful.
But I’m sliding down every inch of his gorgeous piece, taking him deep where I need him. My own cock bobs at my midsection, needing relief while my voice fills the room, violent, unhinged and ravenous.
“I need to taste your mess.”
“Shit, Dom!”
He’s not pushing me off, but there is anger and fire in his eyes as he stares at the screen, watches me dive face first between his sister’s slick thighs and eat. But his hips... his hips never lie. They drive up with my every pull down. He meets every thrust with a hard one of his own.
“She was so wet,” I pant, bucking faster, planting my palms against his chest and riding him like we both need. “I think she’s a squirter, Nicky. She’d make such a fucking mess when we fuck her.”
Isla’s desperate wails are muffled beneath the furious lapping of my tongue, the hungry slurping as I clean her cunt. I hadn’t heard it in the moment, but she’s whimpering my name.
I grip my cock and squeeze to keep it from going off. I’m not ready and it needs to fucking wait.
“Fucking need this. Need your pussy. Need my cock in you. My cum.”
I’m practically pleading. The deranged whine in my voice is unmistakable, and I know the second I stretch her around her toy. I hear it in the howl she makes.
“Dom…”
Nick is trembling. The free hand not gripping the phone with white knuckles falls to my thigh and squeezes. Imprints five lines of control into my skin as he bites his lip to keep from cumming.
“She’s perfect, baby,” I wheeze, slowing the rolls of my hips to keep us both just on the edge. “She’s made for us.”
Isla cums with a strangled wail.
Then again.
Here, I slow for another set of reasons.
I watch Nick’s features closely as I anchor his sister’s hole with the head of my cock and make her jerk me. His expression doesn’t change beyond a fine line appearing between his brows.
I hold my breath while I wait, while he listens to Isla call me Daddy and beg me to put a baby in her.
“Daddy wants a baby. Will you give Daddy a baby, Isla?”
She doesn’t say it out loud, but the video captures her eager nod and the quickening of her strokes as she presses my head deeper in her hole and lets me fill her.
The silence that follows is deafening.
It echoes through every bone in my body. I sit impaled, watching my boyfriend process and adjust. I already know his lawyer brain is working overtime compartmentalizing everything. The fact that he hasn’t gone down gives me some hope.
The phone is tossed down on the sheets just over his head and I have the full weight of his attention.
“You came in her.”
I swallow but give a nod.
The attack is unexpected. It takes me off guard. I’m not braced properly when his fingers close in my hair and I’m twisted sideways. The momentum pulls me nearly off him, but he maneuvers at the last second and I find myself splayed beneath him, his fist still twisted in my hair.
“I told you no,” he snarls, pounding into me hard, merciless. “I fucking told you we can’t.”
I can’t think of a retort when cobwebs of pain muffle all else. He’s fucking me with pure punishment in mind. He’s slamming his hips harder and deeper with every biting word.
But I know this isn’t purely anger. He wouldn’t be fucking me like he hates me because I overstepped. He’s furious with himself for wanting it. For enjoying it.
“You heard her,” I snarl through gritted teeth. “She wants us, too.”
Rather than respond, Nick slams his mouth down over mine.
His tongue invades my mouth, hot and searching.
It sweeps every surface like he’s trying to gather the lingering remains of Isla’s release.
And the entire time, he never stops. Never slows.
He takes me with a violence that has me dragging bloody lines down his back and swallowing down my screams.
Between our grinding bodies, my cock is captured by his free hand and choked. It’s gripped with no mercy while he uses me.
“Don’t fucking cum,” he growls into my mouth, his eyes dark pits of vengeance. “You’ll wait until I know what to do with you.”
Despite being a grown man, I whimper. “Nick…”
The pressure around my dick intensifies until I cry out. “You’ve proven you can’t control yourself.”
Without breaking eye contact, without so much as batting an eye, Nick cums. He fills my cavity with ropes of hot release that elicit a whine.
With equal lack of care, he pulls free. Globs of him follow to soak into his parent’s bed as he kneels over me. His hand stays curled around my purple cock.
“We will talk about this later.”
Giving me no chance to respond, Nick pulls on his clothes and leaves me there.