7. Matt
MATT
Her lips are soft, eager, and I taste mint toothpaste mixed with something sweet. My hand cups her jaw, thumb brushing her cheekbone as I angle her head back. She melts into me, all that fire from earlier banked into something hotter, more real.
When I pull back, her eyes are glossy, pupils blown wide.
"You're mine, Mira." The words come out rough, possessive. "Not my stepsister. Not some brat I'm stuck babysitting. Mine."
Her breath hitches.
"I'll take care of you," I continue, stroking her bottom lip with my thumb. "Feed you, protect you, teach you everything you need to know. But you follow my lead. Understand?"
She nods, curls bouncing.
"Say it."
"I'm yours." Her voice wavers but holds steady. "I'll follow your lead."
Pride swells in my chest. I drag her closer, one arm banding around her waist. She's so small against me, barely reaching my collarbone even on her toes.
"Good girl." I kiss her forehead, then her nose, before claiming her mouth again. Deeper this time. Slower. My tongue slides past her lips and she whimpers, fingers curling into my shirt.
I walk her back until her knees hit the mattress. She gasps into my mouth but doesn't break the kiss. Her hands fist my shirt, holding on like I might disappear.
I won't.
My fingers find the belt of her robe, tugging it loose. The fabric parts, revealing smooth golden skin and soft curves. I slide my palms up her sides, pushing the robe off her shoulders. It pools around her elbows before falling away completely.
She shivers when I drag my mouth down her neck, teeth grazing her pulse point. Her head tilts back, giving me more access. I lick a path to her collarbone while my hands map every inch of bare skin.
"Matt—" She breaks off when I bite down gently, then soothe it with my tongue.
"Shh." I kiss the corner of her mouth. "Let me take my time."
Her breath comes faster. I step back, putting space between us. She reaches for me but I catch her wrists, pressing them to her sides.
"Stay."
Her lips part. Those big brown eyes lock on mine, glassy and wanting. I release her hands and she obeys, fingers curling into the sheets instead.
I grip the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head in one smooth motion. Her gaze drops to my chest, then lower, tracking every ridge of muscle. The ink covering my arms and shoulders seems to fascinate her—she's stared at it before, but never like this.
I pop the button on my jeans. Her tongue darts out, wetting her bottom lip.
"You like what you see?" I keep my voice low, teasing.
"Yes." No hesitation. No pretense.
The zipper slides down. I shove my jeans and boxer briefs past my hips, kicking them off. Her eyes widen when she takes in my full length, hard and ready. A flush spreads from her cheeks down her throat to her chest.
"Matt..." My name comes out breathy, needy.
I move back to the bed, bracing one knee on the mattress. She scoots back automatically, making room. I follow, caging her in with my arms on either side of her head. The weight of my body settles over hers, skin to skin, and she arches into me with a soft moan.
Her hands come up, tracing the lines of my ribs, my shoulders, the ink that wraps around my biceps. She's exploring, learning me the way I learned her. I let her, watching emotions flicker across her face—wonder, desire, something that looks dangerously close to trust.
"You're so big," she whispers, fingers trailing down my spine.
I drop my forehead to hers. "And you're perfect."
Her legs part, making space for me. I settle between her thighs, feeling the heat of her core against my length. She gasps, hips rocking instinctively.
"Easy." I kiss her again, slow and deep. "We're not rushing this."
She whimpers but stills, trusting me to lead.
I drag my mouth down the curve of her jaw, scraping teeth along the delicate skin. She shivers beneath me, nails digging into my shoulders. I kiss the hollow of her throat, feeling her pulse race under my lips, then move lower to her collarbone.
Her chest rises and falls rapidly, pushing those perfect tits closer to my face. I can already see the damp patches forming on her nipples—dark pink and swollen, beads of white gathering at the tips.
"Fuck," I breathe against her skin. "You're leaking already."
"I can't help it." Her voice cracks, embarrassed. "It just happens when I?—"
I cut her off by closing my mouth around her right nipple, sucking hard. Warm, sweet milk floods my tongue and she cries out, back bowing off the bed. Her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me closer even as her hips buck wildly beneath me.
The taste is incredible. Rich and creamy, with a subtle sweetness that coats my throat. I've had her before, felt her come apart under my mouth and hands, but this—this is different. More intimate. More mine.
I knead her breast with one hand, coaxing more milk to flow while I drink deeply. She's making these desperate little sounds above me, half-moans and half-sobs, completely lost in the sensation.
"Matt, oh god, Matt?—"
I switch to her left breast, giving it the same treatment. My tongue circles her nipple before I latch on, sucking greedily. Her milk comes faster now, spurting against the roof of my mouth in hot pulses that match her racing heartbeat.
She's writhing under me, thighs pressing tight around my hips. I can feel how wet she is, slick heat soaking against my stomach where our bodies meet. Every pull of my mouth makes her grind harder, chasing friction she won't get until I decide to give it to her.
"Please," she gasps. "Please, I need?—"
I bite down gently on her nipple and she screams, nails raking down my back hard enough to leave marks. The pain only makes me hungrier. I suck harder, drawing out every drop I can get while my hands massage and squeeze, keeping the flow steady.
Her tits are so full, so heavy in my palms. I can feel the weight of them, the firmness that comes from being engorged. Milk drips from the corners of my mouth, trailing down her ribs in thin white streams that I follow with my tongue.
"You taste so fucking good." I lift my head just enough to speak, then immediately return to her breast. "Could do this for hours."
"Matt, I can't—" Her words dissolve into a moan when I switch breasts again, making sure neither one is neglected. "It's too much, I'm gonna?—"
I press my thigh between her legs, giving her something to grind against. She takes it immediately, riding me with frantic little rolls of her hips while I continue feasting on her tits.
Her whole body is flushed now, skin hot and damp with sweat. She's trembling, muscles tensing and releasing in waves as pleasure builds higher and higher. I can tell she's close just from this—from me sucking her milk and kneading her sensitive flesh.
My cock throbs against her hip, rock hard and leaking. Every desperate grind of her pussy against my thigh makes me twitch, pre-come smearing across her skin.
I groan around her nipple, the vibration making her shudder. She's soaking my leg, leaving a slick trail every time she rocks forward. The scent of her—sweet milk and arousal—fills my head until I can barely think straight.
"Feel what you do to me?" I pull off her breast long enough to growl the words. "Feel how hard I am for you?"
"Yes." She sobs it, hips stuttering. "Please, Matt, I need you inside?—"
I silence her with my mouth back on her tit, sucking harder. My free hand slides down between us, fingers finding her slick folds. She's drenched, swollen and ready.
I circle her clit with my thumb, light and teasing. She jerks against my hand, a broken whimper spilling from her lips. Her pussy clenches around nothing, desperate for more.
"Look at you." I lift my head from her breast, milk glistening on my beard. "Soaked and begging."
"Matt—" Her voice cracks. "Don't tease, please?—"
I press harder on her clit, rubbing tight circles that make her thighs quake. Her eyes squeeze shut, mouth falling open on a silent cry. Sweat beads on her forehead, curls sticking to her flushed cheeks.
"Eyes on me."
They flutter open—glossy, unfocused, pupils blown so wide the brown is nearly gone. I hold her gaze as I slide one finger inside her tight heat. She's scorching, slick walls gripping me immediately.
"Fuck." The word punches out of her. Her back arches, pushing her chest toward my face again. Milk leaks from both nipples now, trailing down her ribs in thin white streams.
I pump my finger slow and deep, curling it on every stroke. Her pussy flutters around me, trying to pull me deeper. She's so responsive, so fucking perfect. Every thrust makes her gasp, hips rolling to meet my hand.
"More," she pants. "Please, I need?—"
I add a second finger, stretching her. Her mouth drops open on a sharp cry, nails digging crescents into my shoulders. The burn must sting but she doesn't pull away—she rocks harder, fucking herself on my hand with frantic little movements.
"That's it." I curl both fingers, finding that spot inside her that makes her whole body jerk. "Take what you need."
Her inner walls clench tight, so slick I can hear the wet sounds every time I thrust. She's making these desperate noises—half-sobs, half-moans—that go straight to my cock. Pre-come leaks steadily now, smearing across her hip.
I press my thumb back to her clit, rubbing firm circles while my fingers pump faster. Her thighs tremble on either side of my hips, muscles tensing. She's close. I can feel it in the way her pussy tightens, the way her breathing goes ragged and shallow.
"Come for me." I lean down, teeth grazing her earlobe. "Show me how good I make you feel."
She breaks with a scream, whole body seizing. Her cunt clamps down on my fingers so hard it almost hurts, spasming in waves. Slick gushes over my hand, soaking my palm and wrist. Her back bows completely off the mattress, tits bouncing as she rides it out.