Page 7 of Dress Rescue
“You’re the one who paid for it,” she says.
I lean forward. Inching myself closer and closer to her. My eyes are glued to her lips. Mesmerized by their beautiful, pink fluffiness. I wanna look down and see them wrapped around my cock so bad it hurts.
“But I want you to have it,” I say.
Sara looks down at the small gap between us. She lowers her eyes. Looks at me from beneath her long, dark eyelashes.
“What you are doing, Ellis?” she says.
“I dunno.” I brush a stray strand of her away from her face and look into her eyes. She smells like heaven. “You can tell me to stop anytime you like.”
I put my hand on her waist. Pull her to me. Softly kiss her cheek.
“And what if I don’t want you to stop?” she says.
I hold the back of her neck and press my mouth against her lips. Kissing her for the first time. Feeling like my whole heart is about to explode. Like the world has suddenly stopped spinning and we’re the only two people in the whole of the universe still alive.
When I finally pull away, her eyes are still closed and she’s breathing fast and deep.
My cock’s so hard. I can feel the precum oozing out the tip.
“Don’t stop,” she says, grabbing me by the neck and pulling me in for another kiss. “Don’t ever stop.”
5
Sara
Ellis’s hands explore my body, but I can’t help hearing my sister’s voice inside my head.
“He’s too good for you,” it says.
Ellis pulls my legs open and reaches between my thighs. His fingers cup my pussy through the thin material of my panties. Then they’re running through my wet, silken folds. Making my stomach spasm and my breath catch in my throat.
“You’ll only end up with a broken heart,” my sister’s voice continues. “You’re better off staying at home with a million cats and a fresh tub of ice cream. Don’t even bother putting yourself out there. You’re too fat. Too ugly. Too boring. Why bother?”
I shake my head. Clearing my mind of all the toxic thoughts.
To hell with my sister. And to hell with her horrible, bitchy comments.
So what if Ellis is out of my league? It doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy his company right now. And from the looks of the pants tent poking me in the side of the leg, I’d say he’s enjoying my company quite a bit.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Ellis moans.
Our tongues collide in a frenzy of passion. He climbs on top of me. Fingering me. Kissing me. Cupping my breasts in his hand and rubbing his thumb over my nipple.
“Oh, Ellis,” I squeeze his ass and grind against him like a cat in heat.
It’s been a long time since I’ve been with a man. And even then, none of them were like Ellis.
“You like that?” he says, sawing deep inside me with his fingers.
“Yes!” I groan. “Fuck, yes!”
He smiles and bites my lower lip.
Slowly, he works his way down my body. Kissing my neck and then my chest and then my stomach, until his mouth is firmly clamped over my pussy and his tongue making sweet, sweet music with my clit.
I squeeze my thighs around his head, but he keeps going. Flipping me over so my ass is in my air and he’s licking my pussy and fingering me from behind.
