Page 67 of Lust
I did warn her that she’d pay for staying back with Toby. And technically, she had agreed to explore more, so long as explicit penetration wasn’t involved.
However, if sex were involved, the chips could only fall into place. Steve disclosed that Sara had visited the doctor’s office last week for birth control shots. Those shots took up to ten days to become effective, meaning there was a small window for pregnancy in the interim.
Ragu and Sara were devout Catholics. If Sara were pregnant, the struggles to alter her perception of me as her brother would take a back seat. I already came inside her once, and here was one last opportunity to double the chances.
Despite Mom’s many requests that I settle down with a nice girl and give her grandchildren, I had never considered passing down my genetics. My emotions were limited, and I rarely felt connected to this earth. Why the hell would I subject a child to that cold, aloof upbringing?
However, I laughed, smiled, played pranks, felt joy and all kinds of emotions in Sara’s presence. If we had a child together, the kid would be brought up in a warm, loving household because of her.
Not to mention, our kid would be darn cute with her curly hair and marble-slate eyes and that gentle heart of hers, too. She’d pad around with my child in her swollen belly and complain nonstop about the injustices women suffered by carrying a child while males got away scot-free. She’d probably play a prank on me as her own form of justice so that I’d be equally miserable.
The imagery satisfied the male ego in me, and an ear-to-ear grin stretched over my face. If she were pregnant, Sara would instantly become mine. And the possibility to impregnate her was being served up on a platter.
I looked away.
No. No. No.
I promised Sara that I’d control myself and wait for her acquiescence. No matter how angry I might be with her, I shouldn’t be here.
I needed to leave before she woke instead of sucking on her sweet clit. And I definitely shouldn’t incline my face to lick the juices flowing to her thighs. No. I should leave instead of giving her exactly what she sought in her sleep.
But my chest expanded at the thought she might be dreaming ofhim,and that’s why she was dripping wet. Driven by jealousy, all I could think of was dipping my face into her cunt to mark it with my tongue.
Surely, one lick wouldn’t be the end-all.
Just one lick, and I’d never do this again without her permission. It was right there—the gates to my heaven. She was ripe for the taking, so mouthwateringly delicious that I was practically drooling over her pussy.
“Just one taste. Please, God. That’s all I will do. I won’t go inside her.”
Her cunt wasn’t just sopping wet now; it was trembling like a needy bitch demanding relief. The pink flesh was so damn tender and inviting that it quaked against my parted lips.
“Fuck.” I tilted my head before I could talk myself out of it.
Sweet jasmine mixed with the perfect amount of sin, exactly as I remember from earlier. So. Fucking. Good.
I drew a path with my tongue, swiping over her entire cunt. My breath shuddered against her tender pink flesh during the slow lap.
“One more taste,” I murmured. “Please. Just one more.”
I flattened my tongue on her clit, sucking on the delicious juices flowing freely now. Then, I begged my God to let me do it once more, and one more time after that, again and again, until it became clear that I was lying to myself. Once, twice, thrice was never going to be enough. A thousand times wouldn’t be enough because I’d rather go to Hell than be denied this taste.
I dove in, spreading her legs as I fucked her with my tongue, grazing her clit with my teeth. I lapped at her like a man possessed, hungry, and starved, taking in his last meal as I slipped a finger inside her.
Even in her sleep, she was insatiable, brazenly grinding against my face, thrashing from her uncontrollable urges. The moan was stuck in her throat while my eyes drifted to the locked door even though our parents weren’t home.
“Fuuuuck!” Sara orgasmed in her sleep with an earth-shattering scream, absolving me of guilt. Her cries hit me right in the groin as her pussy clamped down on my finger, my cock impossibly hard against my boxers now.
Unable to hold off any longer, I pulled my boxers down, fisting my cock while forcing her to come on my face.
I was surrounded by her scent and taste and didn’t know how it was possible she hadn’t wakened. But if I had already sinned, I needed more. I palmed my erection and stroked it punishingly hard, watching her pussy in a trance while I got off.
Shifting, I stretched out over her and rubbed my cock against her hot, swollen clit. God, she was so warm down there, and I groaned when her clit throbbed against my dick.
I was so fucking close to her entrance that I could slip inside and take her. Only that damning promise stopped me from fucking her, costing me every effort in my bone.
“Not like this,” I reminded myself, grazing her cheek with the back of my hand. I kissed and nipped at her, inhaling her jasmine scent with my face buried in her neck. I peppered kisses all over her body. Her tits were easy to outline under my hand, and I delicately peeled her top up enough to expose them.
I groaned again.
