Chapter 6 Colt
COLT
The insurance adjuster’s car disappears down the driveway, and the silence that follows is deafening.
I stand on the porch, every nerve ending in my body still blazing from that kiss—from having Lily in my arms, from feeling her soft skin against my palm.
Her taste is still branded on my tongue, her scent embedded in my lungs.
She’s still out on the swing, looking over at me with those innocent green eyes that seem to see right into me, wanting, needing, trusting. I can see her lips are swollen from the kiss, and that simple sight sends a rush of possessiveness through me that I have no right to feel.
“Colt?” Her voice is soft and uncertain, like she thinks I might turn away again.
She’s right to worry. Every instinct in my body is screaming at me to leave and put distance between us. To rebuild the walls between us that she’s managed to destroy with shocking ease. But I’m tired of running from this, from her, from the inevitable conclusion of where this thing has to go.
“You.” I smile, snapping my fingers at her. “You come here.”
She giggles, rising immediately, and pads over to me, her hips swaying with such delicious feminine energy. I’ve never even thought about having kids, but when I watch her move, all I can picture is putting a baby in her belly.
When she’s close enough, I reach out and grab her wrists, pulling her up against me. She gasps, pressing her hands against my chest. I can feel her heart racing just like mine.
“We need to talk,” I manage to say. “About what just happened.”
“What happened? You kissed me. We kissed.”
“We shouldn’t have. I shouldn’t have done that.”
Her face falls. Her eyes fill with disappointment. She tries to pull away, but I reflexively tighten my grip. “Let me finish,” I tell her. “I shouldn’t have, but I’m going to do it again—and again and again and again. Because now that I’ve tasted you, Lily, there’s no going back.”
Her eyes light back up, and she leans in. “Good. Don’t go back.”
“Christ, you’re eighteen,” I say, shaking my head. “You know I’m twenty-eight, right?”
“Stop using our ages as an excuse,” she says, her eyes flashing with fire. “Or am I too young to make my own decisions?”
“No, of course not—”
“That’s right.” She smiles, pressing her body closer. I can feel her plump breasts, her nipples hard with arousal—and that’s when I lose it.
I snatch her up with both hands and lay her down beneath me. Her breath catches and her eyes widen, but she doesn’t look afraid; she looks like she’s won.
Yes, you have, sis. You won me over.
“You sure about this?” I growl, my voice dark and hungry. “You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into.”
She nods without hesitation. “Stop stalling.”
Her words shock me. Lily is bold, but I never expected this level of assertiveness from her. And as she licks her lips, I know that this is finally the moment.
I tug my fly open and stare into her gorgeous eyes as I reach down and pull out my hard cock. Her eyes open even more when she sees it, the crown swollen and ready, pre-cum leaking from the tip. “I…I never knew they were so big.”
I have to chuckle. “They are not. I am.”
It takes a moment for my words to register, but when she gets it, her face softens. “Oh.”
She runs her hands down my shirt, which I instantly despise and tear off. I throw it aside and look down at her shorts, hiding all her innocence from me. I can feel myself losing control as I snatch them off, revealing the tiny little pink slit underneath.
“Christ, sis,” I growl, grinning at her beauty as saliva pools on the sides of my tongue. “You’ve got me drooling.”
Before she can respond, I lean down and kiss her pussy lips—so smooth and so soft.
She gasps and lets out a soft moan that draws my tongue from my mouth.
I trace the line of her glistening cunt, causing her back to arch off the deck, all the way up to the tiny little button poking out from beneath its hood.
Lily’s moan almost makes me come. She twists her hips and wiggles against my mouth like she’s trying to get more pressure out of me. So I oblige. I flatten my tongue and suck gently, my eyes on her as she grabs my hair and quivers.
“I’m coming,” she whimpers. “Already!”
It’s mesmerizing watching her as her orgasm takes her, knowing it was me that brought her to that level of ecstasy. I snatch her hips tighter and pull her pussy tight against my mouth, tasting all her sweetness as her moisture coats my cheeks and chin.
As she starts to come down, I’m on top of her, stripping her naked, possessed by my lust for her. I’m overwhelmed. My cock is pulsing as I grind down against her, spreading her lips open against my shaft, preparing her for what’s about to come.
Her body jolts. “Sensitive,” she whispers, leaning up and kissing me on the neck. I smile, grab her tits, and take each nipple into my mouth. This is wrong. So wrong. And somehow, that turns me on even more.
“You want me to open up that little virgin pussy, Lily?” I ask, grinding my shaft on her clit, causing her to squeal. She nods vigorously. “Christ, I can feel how wet you are.”
She’s so fucking beautiful. And my cock hurts it’s so desperate to be inside her. I can’t hold out any longer. Just knowing I’ll be the first inside her has me raging as I press my tip into her hole and watch her slit open for me. This is it. I’m the man, planting my flag in undiscovered country.
You’re mine.
I breathe in the scent of her pussy as I push my hips forward, claiming more of her, adding inches of my length into her hole.
“Jesus, you’re going to split me open,” she gasps, causing my cock to pulse inside her. I feel a pressure. It gives way, and adrenaline courses through me.
“That was it, Lily. Your cherry. You’re mine now. I’ve claimed you.”
Her pupils dilate as she looks up at me, her lips parted, jaw dropped, drenched in vulnerability and beauty. I rut deeper into her sweet pussy, and her thighs fall apart, accepting me—no, beckoning me in.
Her little sweet cunt is so juicy, so hot, so goddamn tight that every thrust I deliver has me biting my cheek to keep myself from coming. I can’t get enough. If I could handle it, I’d stay here forever, my cock pulsing in her little unfucked pussy.
“No other man is ever going to have you,” I growl, stroking my fingers through her hair. My grip tightens possessively. “Isn’t that right, my little flower?”
She nods her head, and I swell with pride. She’s mine now. Who gives a shit if Dad and her mom are getting married? Nothing will stop me.
I take her breasts into my hands—so soft but also firm at the same time. She is only eighteen. Christ, what am I going to do with this girl? Fucking her is heaven, but it’s also a struggle. A struggle not to come in seconds. And like it or not, that’s what I’m about to do now.
Keeping my eyes locked on hers, I lean in and press our foreheads together. Such youth, such innocence. She’s too good for a greasy bastard like me, but she’s still lying beneath me, legs spread, pussy open and accepting my every inch.
The deck rattles beneath us as I pick up the pace, grinding inside her, making sweet love to her horny little cunt as her juices drip down onto the wood planks.
Her face is rosy with blush, and her body is so warm. She looks so cute and innocent as she takes my inches. My heart is pounding as my balls tighten, ready to unload my seed inside her.
Pull out, Colt. You don’t want to get her pregnant.
I hear my own words in my head, but then I remember my fantasy about putting a baby in her belly, and I shrug them off. No, I’m going to knock my stepsister up. Solidify our relationship so that every man knows she’s mine, and our parents know it’s not just some silly fling.
Her pussy is tighter than my clenched hand—tighter than anything I’ve ever felt. She tenses up beneath me as I fuck her faster, my cock hot and ready, on the edge of exploding.
“You’re not on the pill, are you?” I ask. Lily shakes her head. “Good. Because I’m not pulling out.”
Her eyes widen, tremble. “You know I might—”
“Might get pregnant?” I cut her off, snatching her legs and pushing them back to her shoulders. Deep. I want her deep. “I’m counting on it. I’m going to breed you, baby. I’m going to fill your fresh pussy with my cum.”
“Yes, Colt. Come inside me.”
“Tell me again,” I growl, gripping her tighter. “Tell me you want my cum.”
“I want your cum,” she moans, her voice a desperate whimper. She raises her hips, bucking into me, her pussy clenches, and I lose control.
My balls squeeze tight, and I erupt, creaming inside her cunt for almost a full minute as her body twitches beneath mine, wrapped in the throes of her own orgasm. A mutual. How fucking great.
I lean down and kiss her, enveloping her lips with mine, possessed with the urge to devour her. I stay on top of her for a long time, my cock buried deep, keeping my seed in her. My load was big, so I know some must be seeping out, but I need to keep as much in as possible.
Lily drags her lips down my chin to my neck, kissing me delicately the whole way. My eyes close as I lose myself in her tenderness. “That was…” she starts to say, then trails off, seemingly lost for words.
“I know,” I reply, taking a deep breath, filling my lungs with her scent. “It sure was.”
She opens her mouth, pauses, then asks, “Is it always like that? That good?”
“No,” I say firmly, cupping her face and stroking her cheek. “It’s never like that. What you and me have? It’s special.”
Her smile warms my heart. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
“Hoping I’d ruin you for anyone else?” The possessive part of me starts to crackle at the thought of her with another man.
“You know that will never happen. You’re the only man for me.”
“And you’re the only gal for me.” I smirk.
“Promise?”
“I promise.” I kiss her again, soft and sweet. “You’re mine now, Lily. Only mine.”
She burrows into my chest, and I hold her tightly as a warm, gentle breeze wafts over us. Every bit of this feels so right, even though it should feel so wrong. I know we’ll have to face reality one day, but right now, the world is ours. Hers and mine.
I can’t even comprehend how lucky I am. Lily gave me something special, a treasure I don’t deserve. And now I’m going to spend the rest of my life earning it. Earning her.
“Colt?” Her voice is so content she almost sounds sleepy.
“Yes, baby?”
“I—I love you…” She’s shaking. “Is that okay to say?”
Her words should scare me. We’ve only known each other less than a week. If any other girl said this to me, I’d run for the hills. But Lily isn’t any other girl.
“It’s okay,” I reply. “Because I love you too.”
She lets out a sigh of contentment, and within minutes, her breathing even outs, and she’s sleeping beneath me.
I roll gently to the side, holding her in my arms, stamping this moment in my mind.
I know this peace can’t last. The real world will come crashing down soon enough, bringing complications we can’t even imagine yet.
But I mean what I said. She’s mine, and I’m going to protect what’s mine. If anyone ever took Lily from me, I’d stop breathing. It wouldn’t be just heartbreak; it would be the end of me. And I cannot let that happen.