Chapter 4
Kayla
Pulling the fruit cake out, I turn off the oven and then lean against the counter. My fingers brush against my lips. I can’t believe he kissed me. I can’t believe I let him. This is my sister’s husband, even if I fucked him first.
I shake my head, checking the cake to ensure it’s ready to cool, and then grab the tub of sugar to work on the frosting. It’s better if I stay busy until bedtime and just ignore him in the other room.
Beau storms into the kitchen, and I startle. My heart kicks into overdrive at the hard determination on his face as he walks straight to me.
“Beau—”
His mouth crashes to mine, and I moan against his lips. My hands tug at his shirt, pulling it out of his jeans as he slides his hands down my waist to cup my ass. I break away to breathe, and he kisses down my throat before leaning away to rip his shirt off all the way.
Then he’s back on me, unbuttoning my flannel to expose my tight black tank top. I shrug out of the warm shirt and then pull off my tank top. It has a built-in bra so my breasts bounce free as I toss it. Beau groans, cupping and kneading my mounds.
“Fuck, I forgot how perfect these are. The memories in my dreams don’t compare.” He leans down, sucking a hard nipple into his mouth.
My head falls back, and my hand tangles into his hair while gliding the other down to unbutton his jeans. I snake my hand inside, wrapping around his thick length. He groans, thrusting into my hold.
“We shouldn’t,” I say, breathing heavily before crying out when he bites lightly on my nipple.
“I don’t care what we should or shouldn’t do.”
He sucks my nipple into his mouth, and my hand grips him tighter.
“You’re technically my brother-in-law.”
He shakes his head, then he yanks me closer to the edge of the counter and strips me bare, pushing my legs farther apart as he grabs his cock from my hold, lining up to my entrance.
Beau pushes in, and I gasp while he groans. My pussy clenches around him as he slides deeper, his shallow pants fanning over my bare breasts.
“Fuck, your pussy is even better than I remember.”
My hand slides up his chest, circling around the nape of his neck and pulling him down to kiss me. He follows eagerly, his tongue dancing with mine as he buries himself completely inside me and stills.
My center is throbbing, so slick and hot with need, and I didn’t realize how much I needed this.
Beau pulls his mouth away, kissing down my throat to circle a nipple with his tongue. I arch my chest toward him, wanting him to touch me everywhere. I want more.
He pulls nearly all the way out before slamming forward as I cry out, unable to stay silent as he starts thrusting in at a punishing pace.
“This time is going to be fast,” he pants out over my breasts, “but we’re far from done. This pussy is going to be so red, sore, and full of my cum by dawn.”
Desire pools in my belly at his words, and I push up at his jaw to stare into his face. “Wait, Beau. I’m not on birth control… Do you have condoms?”
He shakes his head, his fingers tightening where they’re holding me as his cock pistons in and out of me. “No.”
My heart beats wildly. “No? What do you mean, no?”
He grunts, looking down at where we’re connected and moving to rub my clit with his fingers.
I jerk at the sudden pleasure, my release rising. “Oh, god. Wait, Beau! We can’t—nghh.”
He leans down to nip at the hard tip of my breast, and my fingers curl into his hair, holding him there. Every surge forward has his cock pushing deeper and rubbing at a spot that is making my vision fill with dots.
My other hand grabs the edge of the counter, keeping me in place for his rough pounding.
“You have to pull out,” I try to get out, struggling to breathe.
He laughs, punctuating each of his next thrusts with the words. “Come for me.”
My eyes roll back, and I follow his command, coming hard. I clamp down on him as my walls flutter, and he moans. Beau buries himself as deep as I can take him, and I feel his cock grow larger before spilling inside me.
I feel each jerk of his release as his cum fills me, over and over until I feel it leak out. I briefly squeeze my eyes shut before pushing at his chest.
“We shouldn’t have done that,” I whisper.
“Which part? Fucking altogether, or the part where I tried to make another baby with you?” he asks, kissing my neck.
I shudder. “Both. You’re my brother-in-law…and god, seriously Beau! Another baby? Why?”
He pulls out of me, replacing his cock with his fingers to stuff his cum back into me as I cry out from the sensitivity of his touch.
“Because the minute I climbed out of that car, I knew I wanted you more than anything, even my wife. And the minute I found out we had a child, I wanted another.”
I shake my head, my breathing choppy. “We sh-shouldn’t—”
He kisses me once harshly. “We already did, so give me tonight, okay?”