Chapter 21 Cross #2
Instead of answering her, I release my hold on her hair, grab the collar of Sim's shirt, and yank, ripping the material down the middle, until her breasts are exposed in the skippy sports bra she wears for my salivating lips.
My eyes glance over the intricate, shattered heart tattoo along the side of her abdomen, and for the briefest of seconds, I wonder what it represents to her.
I use my hands to palm both her round globes, pushing the bra above her quivering flesh, forcing them together and pinching her light pink, hard nipples between two of my fingers.
I lean forward and take a tip into my mouth, laving it with my tongue, before grazing my teeth against her sensitive flesh.
Her fingers yank so hard on my hair that I'm positive I'll be missing locks, and yet it does nothing but push me further down this chaotic rabbit hole of desire.
She grinds her needy clit against my thigh, back and forth, mewling sounds leaving her lips as I suck hard on her peak.
I slide one of my hands down the front of her toned torso, until my fingers slip inside her shorts, and fuck me, this girl will be the death of me.
She's literally pantyless, and only soft, swollen, smooth skin with a strip of trimmed hair meets my touch.
"Fuck," I moan, feeling her warmth and slickness coating my digits.
Her movements momentarily stall, and I take full advantage, sliding two of my fingers between her swollen pussy lips, and to her entrance.
"What a naughty girl, look at how wet you are for me," I groan, pushing my fingers inside of her tight hole, and she immediately clenches down in a strangling grip.
She's slick, tight, and so warm, and I imagine my cock replacing my digits, while I fill her to the brink with my dick, and coat her from within with my creamy cum.
"You want me to fill you up, don't you, violent little psycho? Your needy, well-used cunt is telling me all your secrets." I thrust my fingers deep inside of her tight heat, the sounds of her wetness causing my cock to painfully weep inside of my sweats.
She uses her grip on my hair to force my mouth back to her nipple, the pain of her grasp making my eyes well with tears, but also ratcheting up my arousal.
"Shut the fuck up, and make me cum," she moans, the sound causing my cock to harden further, as I thrust against her body for friction.
"Fuck," she gasps as I pick up tempo, and use my thumb to flick her swollen nub.
I push away from her delectable body, releasing my hold on her breast, and using my other hand to yank at her shorts until they slide down her shapely legs.
My fingers continue a punishing rhythm inside of her, the sound of her wetness reaching both our ears.
I want to watch my digits impale her tight pussy.
I need to observe myself owning her. I force my face away from her enticing breasts, and stare down at my prize, at what I'm about to possess.
Once she steps out of her shorts and widens her stance, I use my forearm to push against her neck, trapping her against the wall, and causing her breath to stutter.
My fingers pick up their tempo, and I slip another one inside of her, stretching her, knowing she'll need to accommodate my large cock.
"Stroke my cock, violent little psycho," I demand against her fevered flesh, my words growled and unhinged, even to my own ears.
I'm rapidly losing control, and for just this moment, I seem to have lost the ability to give a shit about anything, except making her pussy mine.
A brief image pops into my mind of Damon, River, and me filling all her holes at the same time, using her like the dirty whore she is. In my vision, she's choking on my cock, as Damon and River fill her ass and pussy with their cum, until our semen is pouring from all her orifices.
Her fingers tremble as they move forward, and trace the outline of my cock through the material of my sweatpants, and I have to grit my teeth to hold in the ungodly moan that attempts to escape.
Her slim fingers slip inside my pants, her sharp nails outlining the length of my flesh, and causing a shiver to race down my spine.
She tightens her digits around my length, giving me a harsh stroke from root to tip, that has my eyes threatening to roll into the back of my skull.
My thumb strokes against her clit in tight circles, her body undulating with the movement, and Jesus fuck, it's so sexy watching her give in to her lust.
Her green eyes have gone smoky and dark, her thick lashes at half-mast as she meets my gaze, and those swollen pink lips are tempting me further.
"Fuck, harder," she groans, before biting down on her plump bottom lip.
I can feel how close she is, her body straining and her limbs tightening against mine.
A satisfied smirk crosses my lips, knowing that it's me causing this reaction in her.
Mine, she's fucking mine. Mine to own, mine to punish, mine to destroy.
Her core clamps down on my digits, and she tightens her fingers painfully tight around my mushroom tip, forcing a harsh groan to flee my lips.
She cums with a heady moan, soaking my digits, until her wetness coats my palm and slides down my wrist. Her head leans closer to me until her warm breath is against my neck.
"He made me cum harder, and that's his cum coating your fingers, brother. "
Her other hand fists and pushes hard against my stomach, winding me and forcing my fingers from inside of her, as she bites down on my neck like a damn beast. I stagger back, the impact of her words stinging as much as her bite.
A vicious grin crosses her lips, her eyes shining with sinister mirth as she stares up at me.
She takes a few steps to the side and grabs a throw blanket off the back of one of the theatre chairs, wrapping it around her body, but refusing to remove her eyes from me.
"Stay the fuck away from me, Cross, or I'll make sure I'm an only child again, and your daddy loves me more. "
She doesn't bother to wait for my reaction, storming from the room without a backward glance, as if I wasn't even a viable threat to her.
I watch her disappear out of the room before my eyes land on her discarded shorts on the ground, and I realize that they're men's boxers.
I lean forward, picking them up and bringing them to my nose, as my blood pounds loudly in my ears.
Her musky, sweet scent permeates the cloth, but there's an underlying bitter scent there, too, fucking Sim's cum for sure.
A part of me wants to throw the offending fabric across the room and rage after her.
Instead, I pull out my cock and wrap the boxers tightly around my thick, pulsating length, and fuck myself hard and quick, until I coat the fabric in my cum.
"Game on, little sister," I moan as my breathing returns to normal. I drop the offending shorts on the ground, tuck myself away, and walk off to plan my new sister's demise.