65. Jude
Chapter 65
Jude
I didn’t think anything could feel anywhere near as good as fucking my stepsister in the ass, but taking her virginity?
Jesus H. Christ.
I’m too scared to move faster. There’s pain in her eyes. I can see it in the twist of her mouth, how stiff she holds her body as I fuck her. But I want to pound into her too, to claim her roughly and fully so she won’t ever stray.
When I see hope sparkle in her eyes, I can’t hold back anymore. I pull out and sit back on my heels, stroking my blood-streaked dick as I stare down at her.
Sprawled on the blankets, sunshine dappled over her fair skin, she couldn’t be more beautiful, more radiant...more mine.
I almost come over her then and there, but with an iron grip around the base of my cock I manage to hold back.
“Open those pretty legs of yours,” I command her. She obeys immediately, but she turns her head away like she’s embarrassed to have me staring between her legs.
Fuck knows why.
She’s goddamn perfect.
“Touch yourself.”
Her hand snakes down her belly, and she hesitantly starts massaging her clit. “Harder.”
She obeys with a little whimper, her hips starting to move as she loses herself in her own pleasure.Does she know that I was jerking off to the thought of her doing this every night at midnight? That I’d close my eyes and imagine her hand was the one wrapped around my cock? That she was edging me past sanity until I’d come with the image of my dick deep inside her?
Sliding a hand under her ass, I lift up her hips, angling her dripping pussy for my cock. She gasps but lets me urge her onto my lap, watching with wide eyes as I guide my aching dick to her cunt.
She goes rigid when I thrust into her, a strangled gasp rattling out of her throat.
“You should have told me,” I say again, keeping myself buried inside her without moving. She starts squirming, her fingers moving furiously against her clit. “I could have made this easier for you.”
But she didn’t want that, did she? I can see it in her eyes. She still thinks she deserves all the hate, all the pain I send her way.
And for the first time in weeks, I don’t feel like fucking arguing. I’m pissed that she kept something so important from me, like it was her dirty little secret and hers alone.She wouldn’t let me be as gentle as I’d have liked, so this time I’ll be fucking brutal.
Sinking my fingers into her hips, I hold her in place as I ram deep into her.
Harper’s mouth falls open. The pain on her face does something goddamn awful to me, but the feel of her tight, virgin pussy resisting me makes it impossible to stop.
I thrust into her again, this time wrenching a wordless cry from her lips. She starts fighting me, clawing the hands from her hips, trying to wriggle away.
I love watching her muscles cord and shiver, but she’s got too much fight in her, and I can’t pin her down in this position.So I flip her over and fuck her from behind instead. Her pussy sucks greedily at my cock when I force it into her and clutches me when I try to pull out.
Settling my full weight on her, I pin her with my body, my legs keeping her wedged open so I can thrust into her harder and harder.
Her breathless yells merge with my urgent grunts as my balls get ready to empty inside her.
I brush her hair from her face and trap her mouth with mine, stealing her final yell as my hips jerk forward. Hard, harder... savage .
My seed pours into her, the world blacking out. I’m dimly aware of Harper’s pants, and then I feel her pussy clench me tighter than ever. She quivers under me, whispering my name like a fucking curse, and that’s when I realize she’s coming again.
I drag my finger over her back hole, circling only once before pushing the tip inside.
“Oh, fuck! Jude! God!” she yells, her hips bucking up.
I wish I was hard again so I could draw out her orgasm for a fucking hour. But when I shove my fingers inside her, she responds with a mournful, “Please, stop.”
And I do...but only after I drag another reluctant orgasm out of her, one finger in her hole, the other banging her bruised and bloodied cunt.
She’s sobbing by the time I’m done with her, but when I roll her onto her side and pull her against me, she grabs my arm and nuzzles against me in a tiny little bundle of shivers.
We lay there until our bodies have cooled, until our muscles have unlocked, until I’m hard and throbbing to be inside her again.
This time, I never stop kissing her. This time, as I’m about to come, I whisper, “I love you, Harper,” in her ear.
The shock in her eyes is enough to send me over the edge, but when she whispers, “I love you too,” I fucking explode.
We only head back to the camp when the sun kisses the jagged peaks of Littlerock Mountain. I have to let her go first, but I pace like a feral beast as I wait to follow.
I don’t know how I’m going to survive the next four months. Not unless I can have her every day.
Astolen pair of panties simply won’t be enough anymore.