Page 25 of Fractured Loyalties
“Please ruin me,” I moan, just as my orgasm takes hold of my body, a wave of pure pleasure and fucking sin soaking my fingers and my leggings.
My eyes fly open, and immediately shame floods through my body.
Holy fucking shit.
I am so disgusting.
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ROMAN
I don’t knowwhat the fuck my plan is, as I move swiftly through the hallways toward Ivy’s room. But I know this: I didn’t expect to hear sounds like that on the other side of her goddamn door.
Ihaveto hear it better.
I rest my palm on the wood, feeling the hum of the house and her. I lean in, letting my forehead touch the door, and I close my eyes. There’s nothing but the blood rush in my ears for a second, but then there she is.
She’s breathing hard, little stuttered gasps, the same kind she made for me last night. My mouth goes dry. I press my other hand to the door.
She’s touching herself. She’s fucking touching herself.
And fuck, I want to see her.
Instead, however, I feel like a coyote staring at the highway, unable to move even as the lights bear down on it. My pulse is so hard it’s deafening. I want to rip the door open, but I don’t move. I just listen to those beautiful noises.
She’s desperate, frantic, and fuck, if it doesn’t make me feel more complicated than I’ve ever been. The groan that slips from me is guttural. It’s not even a real word, but I catch it before it can crawl out of my mouth, and I bite down on my cheek. Iglance down at the tent in my pants, my dick straining, making the gray a darker shade.
Fuck if I don’t want to smash through the door and show her what it really means to beg.
My hand reaches for the doorknob, but I stop myself.It’s too early. She’ll never let me have her without a fucking fight.
She starts moaning louder, the pitch of it bouncing off the paneled walls, and her breathing turns ragged, as if she’s on the verge of something so sweet.
I want to kneel between her legs and drink her in until I drown.
I can’t stand it any longer. I slide my hand into my waistband, fingers closing around my cock. I’m so fucking hard my balls ache for release. Every stroke is agony and worship at the same time, and in my head, I’m not outside her door.
I’m inside, crouched over her, watching her squirm and cry out under me.
I jerk off, slowly at first, then viciously, my palm slick with sweat and precum. I squeeze my shaft tight, just the way I’d do to her throat if she let me. I imagine her hands spreading her pussy, fingering herself to the thought ofme.
Not any of the pretty boys at school.Me.The screwed in the head stepbrother. Theonly onewho can fucking touch her like this.
She’s getting louder. There’s a rhythm now, a music in her moans, and I match it stroke for stroke. I’m not even sure I’m breathing anymore. I want to see her face as she comes. I want to hear my name ripped out of her.
I want to break her open and then put all the pieces back together in my shape.
Heat spirals in my abdomen, tight and electric, and my balls draw up. I’m so goddamn close, but I force myself to hold off, to wait for her.
I’m such a gentleman.
Her cries start to change. The little moans dissolve into one long, wavering whimper, as if she’s trying to keep it inside and can’t. With my eyes shut, I picture her with her knees drawn up, her teeth digging into her fist to keep from screaming, and her cunt so wet it soaks the sheets.
I can almost smell it through the door. Iknowher scent. And that only makes it so much more tantalizing.
Ivy keeps whining. It’s helpless, sultry, and it pushes me right to the edge. I bite my cheek so hard it bleeds, and my cock jumps in my grip.
Then she comes in a half-moan, half-sob, and that’s it.
