Chapter Sixteen #2
His brow hits my shoulder blade. His flaccid dick slips free of my body along with a healthy dribble of cum that soaks into the cushions between my knees.
“Love you, baby,” he murmurs, hooking both arms around my middle from behind and nuzzling the place between my shoulders with his lips.
“Enough to forget the cage?”
His laugh is guttural, unhinged. I’m grinning even before he pulls back and I can turn to face him.
“Not a chance.” He cups my face and kisses me hard with sharp, nipping teeth. “You know how fucking hard I get seeing you suffer and beg.” He bites down hard on my bottom lip, making me flinch. “I’d make you wear it all day if it didn’t tempt me to fuck you non-stop.”
My still erect and weeping cock pangs, but Dom only smirks and steps back.
“Going to leave that for Isla.”
Amused with himself, he moves butt naked in the direction of the bathroom.
I’m not as amused, but my lips still quirk up on one corner as I push to my feet and gather my clothes. I pick up Dom’s, too, and set them on the sofa’s armrest.
Dressed, I head for the bedroom. I hear the faint hiss of water running from the washroom as I pass.
Then, I’m in the soft silence filled only by the quiet whisper of Isla’s breathing.
She’s a tiny silhouette bundle beneath the blankets.
I watch her as I change into sweats. I leave my top off before crawling in next to her.
She sighs and shivers when I tug on the blankets. Instinctively, I hook an arm around her middle and drag her into the curve of my body. She burrows in. Nestles herself into my heat.
“Cold,” she croaks, nuzzling the tip of her icy nose into my neck.
I flinch when her frigid little toes brush my exposed ankles.
“Jesus,” I hiss.
Against my throat, I hear the faintest giggle right before she snakes her hand under my arm and splays five slivers of ice across my ribs.
My undignified yelp sends her in a fit of unhinged cackles that do not amuse me.
“Little shit,” I grumble, smothering my grin in her throat and biting.
Her laughter explodes into full, belly rumbling howls that trigger mine. I chuckle as I force her onto her back and attack her neck. My fingers dig into her side.
Her scream sings through me and I double down, grabbing her swatting hands and pinning them to the pillow.
Driving my hips high between her naked thighs.
Dom must have stripped her before putting her to bed.
She’s only in her panties and tank. A flimsy scrap of fabric stretching uselessly across her heaving breasts.
It’s all twisted with our wrestling and pulled low over the mounds.
And that realization draws propels me to stop, to take a second and analyze my next move. It’s obvious that I should pull away and let her go back to sleep, but our eyes lock in the soft light slipping through the open doorway and it’s not sleep on my mind.
“Tell me to stop, Isla,” I tell her because I’m trying to be a gentleman.
But her eyes are too bright, too focused. Her bottom lip is caught between her teeth like she’s determined to keep the words locked up. But it’s the sweet compliance in every labored breath that breaks my resolve.
I kiss her and she moans like it’s all she’s ever wanted. She melts even as her hands circle my neck, pushes through my hair. She urges me with every sharp tug on my hair.
“Nick…”
Her weak whine fuels my madness. It has me breaking the kiss and dropping my head to the plump globes straining against her top. I sink my teeth into her tight, sweet nipple.
I fall on it. Capture it between my teeth. Tug through the fabric.
“Nicky!”
Her torso bucks under me. Grinds her pussy up my cock. I meet her, pushing down. Rolling my hips. I suck her nipple, release her hands to tear the top down. Free her to my palms. My lips. My twisting and pinching fingers.
“Need you,” I growl against her hot flesh.
Her fingers are in my hair, holding me to the tits she’s arching up to meet my mouth.
“Please,” she begs with a pathetic little huff that has me crushing my dick into her mound.
“Please what, Isla? I need you to tell me.”
I need the words. The consent. I need her to step into my clutches willingly and let me fucking destroy her.
She’s a writhing, greedy mess rubbing her soaked pussy down my shaft. Hungry jerks that I match with the torture of her nipples.
“Don’t stop,” she pleads.
Good enough.
I tear back on my knees. My fists twist in her panties. The fabric stands no chance. They snap clean off her and I have her knees over my shoulders. My face dives between her thighs.
Thick, sweet arousal coats my tongue with my first sweep from hole to clit. It thickens with my second. I clean her filthy cunt with hard, angry laps that have her scalping me with her fingers locked in chunks of my hair.
I snarl and dive deeper, shoving my tongue as far as I can in her hole. The source of all that cream.
Isla whines and thrashes. Hips rising and falling, pussy grinding into my face.
“This is how I want to find my babies every night.” Dom, still naked, strolls into the room and climbs up on Isla’s other side. “Wider, Isla. Open those pretty legs for your brother.”
I force a finger in. Then two. Dom swallows her wail while he palms her tits. They fill his hand, beautiful mounds that he teases with every roll of his thumbs over the peaks.
I bite her clit.
Not hard, but with enough teeth to make her scream and tear a chunk of hair.
“Fucker!”
Her hiss of profanity makes me smirk.
Short lived however when Dom clicks his tongue. “Nicky, play nice with your toy or I take her away and you’ll only get to watch as I use her.”
I grunt my displeasure, but I suck lightly on the injured muscle in apology. It works when her fingers loosen. Her thighs relax. I’m almost tempted to do it again, but I know Dom will take her away from me and I need to be inside her.
As if sensing my need, Dom pulls her out from under me. She’s turned onto her back, dragged up onto his chest. Both knees are hooked over his elbow and lifted, opening her.
“In,” he orders, reaching between her legs to stroke her pussy. To part her lips. “I want to watch you mount your little sister, Nicky.”
I shouldn’t love the sound of that as much as I do. Shouldn’t want it. But I’m crawling on top of her, hands tearing at my sweats. My cock springs free.
“Slow. I want her to feel everything,” Dom instructs.
“Can I have it hard?” Isla tips her head back on Dom’s shoulder. “Please, Daddy? I need it.”
We both groan.
Dom kisses her. “If that’s what Daddy’s baby wants. You heard our little whore, Nicky. Fuck her filthy cunt.”
More than happy to comply, I line up and slam home.
“Yes!” Isla sobs. “Again. Don’t stop.”
I don’t.
I pound her slick, greedy hole. Bottoming out every time until she’s whimpering, legs twitching.
“Play with my breasts,” she pants, dragging Dom’s palms to her chest. “Like that,” she urges, guiding him over her nipples. “Pinch. Harder. More. Fuck! Yes, Daddy!”
He’s twisting and pinching hard enough that I know it has to hurt, but Isla is creaming around my cock. Her nails are digging into my ass. Pulling me deeper.
“Fuck, you’re making Daddy so fucking hard, Isla. Wasn’t going to, but now, I’m going to take my turn in your cunt once your brother is done breeding you. You’re going to take care of Daddy.”
She’s a seizing and gushing hole sucking at my cock. A greedy, filthy whore begging me to fill her.
“Use me. God, don’t stop. Nicky, please. Fuck!”
She cums with such a deep snarl. Her pussy milks me.
“Going to fill you,” I growl, balls tightening. “Going to get you slippery for my boyfriend’s cock.”
I release inside her. So much it bubbles to the top and spills down her ass.
She doesn’t wait. I’m barely out of her before she’s on her hands and knees, straddling Dom.
“Daddy’s turn to breed his little girl,” she breathes.
But Dom grabs her. Flips her. She’s planted on the mattress on her face and he gets up behind her.
“Spread.”
She does obediently. Knees wide, ass up.
I expect him to slam home, but he feeds his cock inside her slow. Inch by inch. I watch her take him to the hilt.
“Even sloppy and used, you’re so hot and tight. Ride me.”
She does, driving her hips back, taking him. The slap of skin fills the room.
I reach under and press a nipple between my fingers. I pull and Isla whines. Idea forming, I slip under her. Mouth level with her bouncing tits. I suck while she rides my boyfriend’s dick.
“Bite, Nick,” she whines. “God, yes!”
She rocks hard. Faster. I bite until she screams and cums, and Dom smacks her ass.
“Oh, the fucked up things we’re going to do to you.” Dom takes over, grabbing her hips and pounding harder. “We’re going to have so much fun ruining your cunt.”
He cums and adds his mess to mine.
Exhausted, we pile together on the mattress. Isla in the middle, legs threaded with ours. Her face finds my chest and I grip her closer as Dom spoons her back.
“That. Every night,” she breathes into my collarbone.
“Count on it,” Dom and I promise in unison.