Page 145 of Worthy

“You didn’t answer my damn question.” Her grip on my wrists tightens.

I’ve never felt more rooted in my body before this moment. I’m sure she can hear every steady beat of my heart as it pounds against my ribcage. “Kiss me.”

Her breath dances over my face.

I lift my head off the mattress to bring myself closer to her. “Let me taste you, Melanie. Just this once.”

“I’m not into girls.”

“Neither am I. What have you got to lose?”

Can she see my goading smile in the darkness?

“Everything,” she mumbles right before her lips crush mine in a searing kiss that sends liquid sparks of desire to my core. I’ve never experienced anything close to this.

I fight her tight grip on my wrists and manage to free one. Then I bury my fingers in her matted hair as our teeth clash. She gives as good as she gets, and I know I’ll never be the same again when she kicks my legs apart and settles between them.

Pressing her thigh to my core, she smiles before her tongue sinks between my lips again to swallow my surprised gasp. “Does my grief taste nice? Want more?” Melanie whispers, yanking up my skirt. I can barely think, consumed by her taste and smell, the feel of her rough touch as she tugs at my panties. They pinch my skin before she pulls them roughly aside to slide her fingers over my soaking pussy.

“Fucking hell,” she grunts, breathing hard against my lips. “You’re so wet for me.”

No girl has ever touched me before tonight, and I didn’t even know it was a craving I had until now. “Please,” I whimper, raising my hips.

Her taunting smile against the corner of my mouth is wolfish. She teases my pussy and nips my lip with her teeth. “Please, what?”

I choke out, “Fuck me,” as I arch my neck off the pillow when she breaches my tight entrance. The slide of her inside me is mind-blowing, and I can barely contain my breathy whimpers.

She stretches me with a second finger, watching me closely. “You’re so tight.”

“Oh, God…”

Her lips descend on my neck, sucking and nibbling. She fucks me with her skilled fingers, deeper and harder, until my toes curl and my whimpers turn into loud moans, sure to be heard outside these glazed windows.

Flicking my clit with her thumb, her lips return to mine, biting down hard enough to draw blood.

I flinch at the pain, and she does it again.

“I feel your soaking cunt contract, so fucking greedy for my fingers.” Her breathy voice and the taste of my blood on her lips send me over the edge. My thighs squeeze down on her hand as the sensation becomes too much, and she grabs my throat, forcing my legs open with her knee. “Look at me when you come!”

With my legs spread wide, my pussy pulsing around her fingers, I let her see what no one else is allowed to witness. All the cracked, damaged parts of me that I hide from the world.

The wet sounds of my pussy and my pleading whimpers drown out the whistling of the wind.

Shoving off me, Melanie stares at me from across the expansiveness of the bed. “This changes nothing.”

I can barely catch my breath. My pussy still tingles. “It changes everything.”

We stare at each other from between my spread thighs. I don’t close them, and she makes no move to come back to me.

I start to laugh. The situation is so fucking bizarre. In one single night, I was kidnapped by strangers and fucked by my stepsister. Now she’s looking at me like I’m a dangerous predator in an open field.

Closing my legs, I sit up. “Don’t you want me to touch you?”

“If it weren’t for your mom, mine would have never fallen into such a deep depression. She’d still be alive.”

Something shifts inside me—a sadness I recognize as hers. Its taste is potent on my tongue. I want more, and at the same time, I want to run far away.

My body shifts, crawling closer to her on the bed. “I can smell me on you,” I whisper when I’m close enough to feel her breath on my mouth.

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