Page 10 of Untouchable

Hair rises on my arms and the nape of my neck. I can feel my fingers ache with need.

I shouldn’t touch her. Fucking hell… don’t touch her. I say the words to myself over and over again, but as she parts her pretty lips, I’m gone.

I grip her throat before diving in to kiss her lips. I wish there was something gentle about it, but there isn’t. I’m a savage, lost in the hormone imbalance of the moment. Lost in the overwhelming need raging through me.

She moans into my mouth and the hunger that had been lying dormant comes pouring out all at once. Her hips rise and press against my frame, so I grip her waist with my free arm and grasp her tight.

All she can do is hum and struggle for breath as I kiss her. With all my energy, I try to will my body to not go as hard as I can, as I feel my arms tightening with the need to hold her close.

“Oh my God,” she cries out as I snag the neckline of her nightgown with my teeth and tug it off her shoulders. “What are we doing?”

“You want me to stop?”

Her body rocks up against mine with purpose. “Don’t you stop!”

Her breasts fall from the thin fabric, and I lick over each nipple, scraping my teeth against the bud as she jumps.

“More!” she pants, drawing her small hands over my shoulders and through my hair. “I need more!”

This probably shouldn’t be happening. I swore off sex a long damn time ago. It only complicates things. If you have sex, there’s a relationship. You have a relationship, there are problems. I don’t need that.

It’s the beginning of my business. I need to make this a success. A relationship only makes things more complicated, especially one with my ex’s sister.

That said, I keep going. Complicated or not, I’ll figure it out later.

I focus on her movements and the look of her face as I bite and tickle my way down her frame. She smells like a sunset just before dark. Like flowers blooming in a soft breeze.

I bite and suck my way across her stomach and the inside of her elbow. “Are you wet for me, little one?”

She sucks in air and scrubs her thighs together. “Soaked.”

“Mmm…” I palm over her panties, watching her face as I press a finger into the wet fabric.

She trembles. “We shouldn’t do this.”

“You’re right. We shouldn’t,” I pause and circle her clit through the thin cotton, “but do you want to?”

Her pussy leaks for me. “Yeah, but it’s fucked up. I mean… Siren. She’s my sister. If she finds out I’m fucking her ex, she’d lose it.”

I ease my fingers behind the soaked wall of cloth and pet her soft, little pussy. I was never this close to her sister. I haven’t been with anyone in years, maybe a decade. “You want me to stop?”

“No,” she pants harder, “I want you to fuck me.”

I slide my finger through the pool of moisture and watch as she whines and moans for more. I attempt to memorize every sound she makes as they happen, but she’s making so many, I fear it’s impossible.

“I’ve never… I’ve never gotten this far with anyone,” she moans.

My chest tightens as she speaks. Is she saying she’s a virgin? I thrust my fingers in her deeper as my cock grows harder. “What? How? The guy with the ropes…”

“We dated for a couple months. I thought we were going places, so I went with it.” She hums and wiggles her hips as I slide my fingers in and out of her tight, little pussy. I don’t know what’s getting me so fucking excited, but the fact that no one has touched her like this has me more desperate than ever.

I need to be her first. Her only.

My mouth waters and I want everything all at once. I need to taste her, fuck her, spread her open, own her, and fill her with babies.

I’m moving too fast. I need to slow the fuck down!

I lean into her neck and kiss her mouth before moving to her ear with a growl. “Have you been a good girl, little one?”

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