22. Gilli
Gilli
S oren’s head is between my legs, his golden hair bobbing with every movement of his tongue.
Soren .
Who hates me .
Who’s made no show of camouflaging his disdain for me, and now has his tongue inside me and his beard tickling my thighs. He thrusts his tongue up further before withdrawing and curling it around my clit, moaning with the movement.
He sucks me between his lips so hard I lose my breath and stars dance in front of my eyes.
Holy shit, my stepbrother is devouring my pussy and I’m not stopping him. I twist my hips up while he tastes me, my body moving on its own, to get closer.
A groan escapes and I’m burning alive. Reaching for him. Reveling in the silkiness of his hair against my palms in contrast to the rough grind of his beard on my sensitive skin.
His hot breath has me tensing up, the nerves and the pleasure mingling.
My voice is barely above a whisper. “I’m not sure I’ll be able to come.”
He pushes his tongue into my core again and again before he looks up at me, our gazes locking. “You’re going to come, Gilli, like a good girl. And I’m going to taste you through it. I want to swallow you down.”
I’m too nervous, though. Too in my head because this is Soren and he’s licking me like I’m the best ice cream he’s ever had.
But I want him. I want him to take me and mark me. There is nothing gentle about him.
I’m done with gentle. I’m done with being a good girl .
Or maybe I’m done with being me .
He splays his hand over my stomach and pushes me down before twirling his tongue over my clit. Pushing me toward climax the way he’s pushed me since I got here.
My fingers clench in his hair. “Yes, yes.”
“Pretty pink pussy,” he mutters against me. “I like you bare.”
The wrongness of this warms me—it feels so good—and Soren spears his tongue inside of me again before he lifts to suck my clit between his lips.
Then he adds a finger, probing my entrance before sliding it inside to the first knuckle and crooking it. He glides the pad against the top part of my channel in little fluttering motions and I clench around him.
My hands convulsively clench at nothing. I should push him away. Do something other than let him work me this way.
How can it be so wrong yet feel so good?
The orgasm crashes down on me despite the nerves.
Holy…
Oh my god .
Soren gives me no time to float or come down from the high.
He rips off his shirt and I light up like a sparkler at the sight of him.
He’s cut, his chest sculpted, the play of muscles emphasized by the black veins of the tattoo on his arm.
The design curves from his shoulder to his wrist like he’s some kind of ancient Norse warrior, in designs I don’t understand .
He jerks his pants and boxers off in one go, and I barely catch a decent glimpse before he lunges for me. His lips crash down on mine.
The kiss pierces something inside of me. It’s like a shock, like I’ve stuck my finger in a light socket, and if I wasn’t already lying on my back, my legs would surely have buckled.
I wrap my arms around those shoulders and cling. In here, it’s just the two of us.
We’re animals on top of each other, tearing each other to shreds, my skin tingling wherever he touches me. I shiver and break the kiss to jerk my head to the side as I drag my nails across his biceps.
The taste of him fills me, and on his tongue, I taste myself. My belly swirls and dives as he trails his nose along my cheek and my neck.
Soren pinches my chin and forces me to look at him, nudging my legs open with his knees and falling between them again.
“You want this?”
The forbidden aspect of this makes it the hottest experience of my life. I want to say yes. Planting my palms on his chest, I push, because it’s better to say no and end this now, while also silently begging him to continue.
“Tell me to stop,” he demands through a kiss. “Tell me to get the hell out and leave you alone.”
Tell me I have to pay for what I’m taking . That’s what he means.
He dives his hand between my legs, slicking his fingers with my desire, and lifting it to his face. He smears it across his beard until his lips glisten, sucking his fingers clean, and then kisses me again.
“Christ, Gilli. I’ve had dreams about your tits but reality is so much better.”
Is he only doing this to get it out of his system? Or to punish me ?
Then his mouth is on my nipple and I forget I’m supposed to fight back. I gasp. Letting him do whatever he wants to me.
This is a culmination of years of repression, and also this entire week where we fought, hating each other, knocking heads. I don’t want him to stop .
Soren bites down on my nipple hard enough to send pain spiraling through me, but my blood pumps hot. I clamp down on my lip and my head drops back, my eyes fluttering shut.
I want him to kiss me bloody and bruised. I want him to punish me because I like it.
I grab for his cock, eager to take him in my hand. He’s not massive by any means, despite his height, and he’s uncircumcised. I haven’t seen one of those since my first boyfriend, and back then I had no idea what to do with all the extra skin.
Soren is thicker at the base, the length average sized, and all of that goodness is nestled in trimmed golden hair.
It scares me how much I want him. How much I want this.
The others are right outside the door, which is a huge turn-on for me. The walls of the cabin are thin. They probably hear everything.
“My dirty slut.”
He pushes my legs open and I only have a moment before his massive hands are on my hips and he’s notched the head of his cock to my pussy.
“What are you doing?” I attempt to scramble back. “No condom?”
He growls, transferring his grip to my wrists and wrenching them above my head. “I’m clean,” he grunts. “And you might like to show off, but I know enough about you, Gilli. You’re my little whore tonight, no one else's. I’m taking you. That’s it. ”
He pushes inside me to the hilt and I cry out at the intrusion, holding eye contact.
It’s been too long for me, and he might be average-sized in length he’s thicker than I thought he would be. My core adjusts to him as he starts pumping, grinding against me and thrusting hard and fast.
Oh , god . The unreleased groan burns my throat.
He’s holding my wrists in one hand, leaning over me, reaching down to grab the back of my knee with the other. He pulls out of me, leaving only the head inside. Glares.
Then he shoves in fiercely and fucks me harder. Fucking me as if to punish me. To show me what he thinks of me.
I gasp. How will I survive his cock filling me up, hitting a place so deep?
Soren suddenly throws my legs over one shoulder, changing the angle to slide in even deeper. His hands are on my hips, those hated hips, and he’s grabbing the rolls and using them for more leverage.
He pauses to slick his tongue over his lips, sucking in a breath. “Such a good girl.” He glances toward the door. “Don’t worry. I locked it. They can’t get in.” I gasp when he bends to cover my mouth with his. “They can’t get in.”
Our flesh is plastered together.
“Tonight, you’re mine, Gilli. Only mine.”
Soren fills me, vibrating through my system, making me arch into him, craving the way he says my name. The proprietary growl of it.
He starts pumping out a quick rhythm that gives me no time to think, or speak, or breathe.
“I’m going to use you any way I want.” He slams home.
There is no coming down from this. There is only riding out the storm.
I pry a hand free to reach down and draw my nails into his ass, his hips.
His cock stretches me almost painfully as he surges deep, deeper, tugging me to him. Using my body until I’m desperate for release.
You like that, don’t you?” He pulls out, pauses, and then slams inside until I want to scream. “You like it when I call you my little whore.”
I moan and his growl shifts into soft laughter. Fuck yes, I do like it. I like it too much for this to be normal. He never takes his eyes off of me.
I’m spiraling closer to a second orgasm, which I’ve never had before during actual penetration. I can only come from oral or finger play, but there's something about the angle, with my legs over his shoulder, and Soren grinding against me?—
“Not yet. You’ll come when I tell you to come,” he mutters, reading my thoughts. “I’m not done with you yet.”
My head spinning, I’m practically putty in his hands when he pulls out and flips me onto my stomach. He’s staring at my ass. Crap, no, I don’t want him to see it. Not the dimples, the cellulite?—
Grabbing me by the ankles, Soren adjusts me, arching my ass higher and shoving a pillow underneath my stomach for support. My mouth goes dry. He draws his chin over my ass cheeks to brand me there. I’m too worked up to no longer care that he’s front and center with the most hated part of my body.
He goes too hard for me to last much longer. My pussy throbs and aches from the way he uses me.
How much more can I physically take?
“No hair. You put it all out there in the open…” he trails off. “And you are so tight, so pretty. Right there for me to use.”
When I turn to look at him over my shoulder, he’s got his cock in his hands and he’s working the shaft. A slick smile spreads his cheeks before he draws the head over my hole. “Have you ever had someone fuck you here, Gilli? ”
I shake my head, fear splintering through me low and burning. “Please?—”
I cut off another scream when he surges into my pussy, my thighs shaking.
He goes deeper yet at this angle and hits something inside of me that makes me go tight.
Picking up the pace and reaching to rub my nub before he spanks me, the motion of his hand timed perfectly with his frantic thrusts, his cock spreading me, forcing me to mold around him.
“I love watching your tits bounce when I fuck you, but this is good, too,” he whispers. “Every part of you bounces and it’s goddamn hot.”
He arches his hips until I’m mewling, needy, chewing on the inside of my lip.
I claw my hands into the sheets, burying my face in a pillow to muffle the screams. He makes me squirm with need and sensation.
The rawness of him fucking me, the odd layer of hatred and force and dominance—it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.
“Such a sweet little whore.”
He surges and pushes his cock so far inside of me I practically come off the mattress. Every part of me goes hotter yet, swelling, tensing, ready to explode. My arms and legs both want to give out.
He thrusts faster, his balls slapping between my legs and the pressure exquisite and terrible at the same time. My insides go liquid at every hard glide, taking everything he has to give. Soren drives into me again and again until the only thing I hear is the blood rushing in my ears.
“I’m on birth control,” I admit.
Wow, is that me talking? So raspy, needy?
He understands what I mean and he chuckles.
Then his body tenses, shuddering, my pussy contracting around him as he shoves inside one last time and comes. Spilling everything with a final frenzied thrust.
Pleasure sweeps through me at the heat spreading from my core.
His hot breath on my back is the most wonderful sensation I’ve experienced, and my body is weak through his orgasm, his cock throbbing and drawing out every last drop of cum, depositing it inside of me.
I’m marked. I’m his.
And I want it again.
His touch is possessive as he trails his mouth along my spine, his hands squeezing my ass.
Soren Savage… He’s lived up to his name.