Page 72 of How to Break My Heart
“Tell me to stop again,” I murmur.
I need to hear her beg for it.
Her lips crash to mine with urgency, almost as if she won’t allow me to stop. My tongue aches to explore all of her and taste her sweet wet pussy, but I pull back slightly.
“Answer me, Everleigh.”
Her soft moans escape, but she doesn’t answer. Instead, she climbs off and stands before me, eyeing me with a lick of her lips.
I wait with bated breath.
Slowly, she gets down on her knees, positioning herself in front of me.
Fuck.
Zero chance of stopping.
She reaches out and toys with my belt, her hair sliding across her shoulder and exposing her neck. Her skin, so delicate and pure, taunts me, making it hard for me to control my urges.
My muscles tense as my heart beats strongly, causing me to hold my breath while waiting in anticipation. With the pull of my belt, Everleigh unzips my pants until my boxers are visible.
I unbutton my shirt, exposing my chest, only for her to pull my boxers down, allowing my cock to spring free.
Her eyes widen. She gulps, then whispers, “You’re so… so… hard.”
There isn’t a second to respond as she takes me deep into her mouth.
A groan escapes me as I watch her wrap her tongue around my shaft to take me all in. Saliva builds around her mouth, and the delicious sounds make me clench because I’m ready to fucking explode.
Just as I’m about to remove her sweats and make her sit on top of me like a good cowgirl, a knock on the door startles us.
“Fuck!” Everleigh pants, pulling back in panic. “Um… who is it?”
“It’s Maddy. Hurry up, I really need to pee.”
Her mouth falls open as she stands in a mad rush. Beside us on the sofa, there’s a dark sweater that she reaches out for to put on before she says, “Oh my God. You need to get out of here.”
“I can’t get out of here,” I inform her while sliding my cock back into my boxers, zipping my pants carefully. “Who do you think I am, Spider-Man?”
When I’m done with my pants, she reaches for my arm, pushing me to the bathroom, eyes wide with fear. “Hide in there.”
“I’m not hiding in there. Relax, Madelina won’t suspect anything. We’ll just say we were discussing the wedding.”
“Aston,” she begs.
“Answer the door, Everleigh,” I demand again, annoyed my sister has cockblocked the night.
Everleigh turns on the light and runs to the door. “Sorry, I just got home from the grocery store. Well, ran home because I was so cold.”
Madelina’s voice gets closer. “Is that why your cheeks are red?”
“Yes, have you ever run up my steps?” Everleigh questions.
“Uh, yes, I just did because I need to pee…” Madelina pauses, then glances behind Everleigh, frowning at the sight of me. “What areyoudoing here?”
“I was waiting for Everleigh,” I lie, then smile forcefully. “We agreed to meet tomorrow to sort out the cars for the wedding, but I have a meeting, so I thought I’d drop by now to see if she could squeeze me in.”
Madelina observes both of us, but given that she is my sister and I’ve known her my whole life, she doesn’t suspect anything. The twinkle in her eye would suggest she thinks we’re planning something special for her wedding. A surprise, as such.
