28. Everest #2
That’s right princess, let them fucking hear.
“I’m mad at you too,” she gasps, fucking her sweet little cunt down onto my fingers and tongue, as I swirl her clit before sucking it sharply between my teeth.
“I’d love to know what I did that warrants your disapproval,” I grunt, biting down on her swollen and throbbing clit, as I throw one of her legs over my shoulder, pressing my hand down on her stomach to keep her in place against the door with a thud.
“You threatened, Gri…” I slap her pussy as hard as I can, cutting her words off.
“Don’t you dare say his fucking name while my fingers and tongue are buried in your cunt,” I warn, going back to my assault on her pussy even harder.
I lick, and suck, and fuck, until I am pulling ungodly fucking sounds from her that I know they will be able to hear through the wall.
“You threatened him,” she cries out, heeding my warning, as tears dampen her face, and fuck she has never looked better.
“Princess, you’re lucky he’s still fucking breathing,” I tell her truthfully, and she is the only reason why.
I love my best friends, I do, but when it comes to her there isn’t any line I wouldn’t fucking cross, and she fucking knows that.
My fingers ram in and out of her hole, scissoring and stretching her out as much as possible, but I know it won’t be enough, not for what I have planned.
Still, I let her ride her pleasure out on my tongue, lashing it against her clit over and over, until she is crying out my name on repeat, like the prettiest song I have ever fucking heard.
“Everest, fuck, yes, right there, don’t stop, please.”
Each word penetrates my skin like a fucking dagger, drawing more fucking need from her, and even when she falls apart, coming for me with a loud cry of my name, it does nothing to dull the rage inside of me.
I don’t even let her come down from her orgasm before I am ripping my fingers from inside of her, picking her up, and storming toward the bed.
Tossing her onto her back, I reach over my head and rip off my shirt, she is still panting, as she watches my hands reach down and methodically undo my belt and jeans.
“I’m still mad at you,” she warns, as I strip completely, and at that I laugh.
Good, let her be fucking mad, because right now I feel like a caged beast has been let out to play, and she’s going to fucking need her anger to protect herself from me.
“So be mad, trust me, I can fucking take it.” I drag her to the edge of the bed and settle myself between her thighs, dragging my cock up and down her slit, coating myself in her juices. “But in return, you’re going to fucking take me.”
That’s the only warning I give her, before I slam inside of her in one thrust, ripping through her virginity and claiming it for myself.
“Everest!” My name is a scream that I’m sure is heard through the entire fucking building, but all I can focus on is her tight, wet, heat wrapped around me like a fucking glove.
She feels fucking euphoric.
“Fuck.” The one word curse is pulled involuntarily from my lips at the feel of her, as I drop my head down into the crook of her neck and stop myself from emptying inside her after one fucking thrust.
So tight. So wet. So fucking mine.
“You’re going to be the fucking death of me, princess,” I breathe against her slick skin, the scent of her scraping against my fucking soul.
“Do you have any idea how fucking perfect you feel?” My voice is raspy as it dances against her neck, before I pull back and flick my eyes across her face.
“You good?” I ask, and she nods, even though tears dampen her face, no doubt a side effect of the pain, but all it does is make me swell inside of her.
“Don’t cry for me princess, it only makes me harder. ”
I draw back slowly, feeling every inch of me scrape along her walls until only the tip remains, and then slam back inside her again, capturing her pained moan with my lips.
I do it again and again, pulling nearly all the way out and slamming back in, until I am fucking her into the mattress with deep, hard, long strokes.
Strokes that have her crying, that have her screaming my name and clawing at my back, like I am both the best and worst thing she has ever felt in her life.
“That’s it, princess, tell them who is fucking you, tell them who you fucking belong to.” My words only have her moaning my name even louder, as I push back onto my knees and grip her hips in my hand, holding her in place, as I rut into her even harder.
“Fuck, Everest, we really shouldn’t be doing this.
” She throws her head back, lifting her body more into my willing hands, and I don’t know if she means this as in fucking, or this as in fucking here, where my best friends can hear us, and our brother could come home any minute.
Not that it matters, because I flick my eyes down to where she is meeting me thrust for thrust, and groan at the sight of her blood and cum along my shaft.
“If we shouldn’t be doing this,” I grit, digging my fingers into her hips and praying they leave a mark. “Then why are you lifting your hips so I can hit it deeper?”
And she is. I’m fucking her hard, but she is taking every inch of me without complaint and begging for more.
Aurora Gray might have never been my sister by blood, but now we are bonded by it, ruined by it, and fuck if that doesn’t make me feel good.