Page 28 of Mase
“I want some too.”
Holy fucking shitballs.
I scramble to lower my sweatpants, my cock springing out and bounces back hitting my abs in the process. “You need fed too, beautiful?”
She licks her lips and nods.
“Open that mouth. Let me fill your mouth with my milk, Summer.”
“Oh god,” she whines, but proceeds to part her lips.
“You need a drink? Let me stuff those sweet lips for you.”
Her hair sways as she nods her agreement, and I have a deep-seated desire that needs to be sated. I want to mess my little sister up.
With her mouth open, I loom above her, fisting my cock as I pump it up and down ferociously. A wave of heat licks up my spine, pure, unadulterated bliss filling my bloodstream.
“Such a good girl for her stepbrother.”
Her pupils flare as her tongue stretches out of her mouth, giving me no choice but to swipe the tip along it, delivering her with a stream of pre-cum, which drips off her tongue and down her chin. Such a beautiful sight. Such a beautiful mess.
My hand works quicker, and my balls draw up. “Oh, fuck.” I grunt at the sound of my skin slapping against my thick length. “Let me give you your milk now, sweetheart. Be a good girl for me and open wide.” Faster and faster my fist pumps. “Let me feed those little pouty lips.”
The first spurt of my cum hits her tongue; it’s thick and white, hot and heavy. The next splashes over her face, then I aim for her blonde locks, over her chin, and finally over her beautiful tits.
Jesus, how the hell have I come so much?
“Do you like it?” I ask, pulling back, and use my knuckles to trace down her perfect face. She ducks her head submissively. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Summer.”
She closes her eyes, and her chest rises with short, shallow intakes of air. I use this moment to take a step back, unwilling to be drawn in by the way she makes me feel, and worse, the way she makes me unravel like never before.
FOURTEEN
SUMMER
My mind continuesto wander to a few nights ago. It’s almost like it was a dream. I mean, did that really happen? Did I really spill milk? Did Mase lick it from me while whispering dirty promises into the night before I sucked him off?
Surely, I dreamed it.
We’ve spent the last few days avoiding one another, and at some point, we need to have a conversation; I know we do. It would be the mature, adult thing to do, but I can’t bring myself to make the first move.
Although he stared at me with such hatred, I clearly cause a sexual reaction in him. It was impossible for him to hide his arousal, and that has me biting into my lip as I contemplate that the man I gave my virginity to is also the same man who is now not only my guardian, but my stepbrother.
Travis launches a piece of bread at me, and it hits my forehead. “You’re staring into space.”
“What the fuck, Trav?”
“Hey, I finally grabbed your attention.” He shrugs and continues eating his lunch with a shit-eating grin on his face.
“Funny. I’m having an internal meltdown here,” I whine.
“Right, you’ve gone from having a psychopathic father to psycho brother.”
I wince at his words. “Please don’t call him my brother.”
“Well, I hate—” A cold liquid spills over my head, and I jump up from my chair with a shriek.
Travis pushes his chair, sending it screeching across the floor and cutting through the noise of the cafeteria. It goes silent, and all eyes are on us. On me.
