Page 109 of Boy of Ruin
And fuck, she’s perfect.
My heart is pounding so hard in my chest I’m surprised she can’t hear it, but when I push my finger into her tight pussy, feel her clench around me, I imagine hers is pounding just as fast.
She moans, calling my name. “J,” she gasps as I step back again, my hand sliding down her spine, my chin dipped so I can see her pink, smooth lips, my finger inside of her tight hole.
“My sister has such a perfect fucking pussy,” I tell her, adding another finger as she backs up into me. “It’s a shame she’s such a little whore too.”
She tenses again, and this time, I can feel it around my fingers like a fucking vise grip. She might be a whore, but she’s still so damn tight.
“I’m your whore,” she whispers, her hands still on the glass, sliding down it and leaving marks. “I’m yours.”
I get down on my knees, pull my fingers out of her and grip her ass. My breath fans her pussy as I ask her, “Yeah?” My tongue is so fucking close, and she smells so fucking good.
So fucking good.
But I want to hear it again. Before I reward her, I want to hear it.
“Yes, J,” she says, a whine to her voice like she’s begging.
“Are you mine or are you his?” I snarl, then I sink my teeth into the soft flesh of her ass.
She tenses, whimpering. When I pull back, I see my teeth marks, red and angry against her flesh.
She reaches between her thighs, rubbing her own clit, but I grab her wrist, yanking her hand away.
“You’re going to get punished for that,” I tell her, and before she can say anything smart back, I lick the length of her, savoring the earthy taste and the way she moans my name again.
But I meant what I said.
She’s going to get fucking punished for that.
“Get on your knees for me, Sid.” I stand, and she does the same, turning and taking a tentative step toward me, her face flushed, my T-shirt having fallen back down her body.
She sinks down to her knees and I know the wooden planks are hard beneath her bones, but I don’t give a fuck. I don’t think she does either.
“Take your shirt off.”
She offers me a tentative smile, then reaches her arms across her body and peels her shirt off, freeing her small, round tits. Exposing my name branded on her skin.
She drops the shirt, waiting up on her knees for her next direction.
I smile at her, run my thumb over her bottom lip. “Such a good girl,” I tell her. “So ready to serve her brother.”
Her face is red, her nipples pebbling into sharp points, her mouth open as I keep running my thumb back and forth over her pretty pink mouth.
“But you’ve been away from your brother for a long, long time, sis.” My voice is more stern, my cock harder, and I know she can see it, tenting in my shorts. “And you’ve been in too many beds that weren’t for you.”
Before she can react, I move my hand from her face and I slap her, hard enough to make her head spin.
She lets out a soft whimper, her own hand coming to the side of her face as she flexes her jaw.
Satisfaction works its way through me, and I relish in the feel of this much power over such a spoiled fucking brat. The girl I love.
“Look at me,” I command her, and slowly, she turns her head, her eyes angry, my handprint against her face as she drops her hand into a fist by her side. “All I’ve ever wanted to do was love you, baby. Let me love you?” I cock my head, smiling down at her.
She arches a brow, as if she wants to talk back, but being a good girl, she swallows whatever stupid shit she was going to say. Instead, she nods.
“Good girl, baby. I’m your brother, and you know brothers love so fucking hard.” And without a warning, I slap her again, her head snapping to the side once more.
