Page 28 of Sins Of Her Sister

He kisses between my thighs, biting my tender fleshand then going after the other. I jerk when he takes my clit into his mouth and his fingers work inside my pussy. My arousal is sliding down my leg and he licks it up.

“Fuck, Blaze…that feels so good.” I moan, tangling my hands in his hair. My orgasm is creeping in and I start to contract, but he pulls away from me again. “You fucking bastard!” I groan, dropping my fists on the bed. I don't know how much more I can take. Blaze crawls on top of me and hovers.

“If you're going to come, it's gonna be all over my cock, princess,” Blaze says against my lips as he plunges into me, making me gasp.

“Fuck…Yes, right there!” I moan loudly. His rhythm is punishing and unforgiving. Taking his hand, I guide it to my neck. “Choke me, Daddy. Please. I need you to choke me.” I whisper.

“Are you going to lie to me again?” Blaze asks, with heat and desire in his eyes. He finally wraps his hand around my neck and applies enough pressure that I start to see black. I'm floating in a world of bliss. “I asked you a question, princess. Are you going to fucking lie to me again?” Blaze asks between his teeth. I shake my head.

“No, never again. I promise.” I groan. His thrusts get faster, harder.

“Fuck, baby. I'm about to come inside of you, Ryan,” Blaze groans in my ear. As soon as the words leave his mouth, I fall off the edge, coming all over him. I feel hot ropes of cum coat my walls as we come together in an orgasmic paradise. Blaze falls beside me, pulling me to curl against his body.

“Fuck, Blaze…” I whisper, nuzzling his neck.

“I know,” he says and places a gentle kiss on the crown of my head. Feeling too tired to move, Blaze preps a warm, wet rag from the bathroom for me. He cleans the mess we made between my legs and I let out a peaceful sigh. Ladies, if your man won't do it, your best friend probably will.

As Blaze gets comfy in bed, I hear the front door slam. Sitting up in unison, we look at each other confused.

“Ryan, get your ass down here right now!” My dad yells from downstairs. What the hell is he doing at home already?

“Shit!” I panic. Grabbing my dress, I throw it back on as Blaze starts pulling his own clothes back on. I watch him pocket my shredded underwear and quirk an eyebrow at him.

“What? You can't use them anymore,” he shrugs, smiling mischievously at me. I scoff and run down the stairs.

“Dad?” I call out.

“In here!” he growls from the kitchen.

Once I enter, I notice the whiskey already sitting on the counter and my dad throwing back a shot. Nervously, I enter as he turns around to face me. He looks at my short mini dress and scowls at me.

“Always dressed like a fucking slut and with the size of your body? You really think that's a wise decision?” The hateful look of disgust is a permanent feature on his face when it comes to me.

“I'm just wearing a dress, Dad…” I say calmly. He must've had a really bad day at work. I usually dodge his mood swings with school, but since we were released early today, here I am. I'm sure he received an email saying we were dismissed, so I’m his target practice.

“You look like a fat fucking slut. Especially with that nasty hickey you're sporting on your neck. Who the fuck would touch you? What would your mother say?”

My mom died when I was five-years-old and his drinking started shortly after. She was robbed walking to her car from work, and was killed on sight. Before the ambulance could get to her, she’d bled out. I can't remember much about her, but what I do remember is she was always good to me and loved me fiercely. For myfather to bring her up like this is a bullet to the chest.

“My mother would never talk to me the way you do,” I growl. The stairs creak, Blaze is listening nearby.

“What the fuck would you know about your mother?” my father mocks. The tears instantly spring in my eyes. “What a fucking shame! What did I ever do to deserve a stupid bitch of a daughter like you?” he growls.

“Shut the fuck up!” I shout.

Slap!

There’s ringing in my ear, the pain is radiating on my cheek. I look up at my father, refusing to let the tears fall. “You're a sorry piece of shit, you know that?!” I scream.

His face goes red and before he can hit me again, a hand wraps around his wrist mid-air. Blaze glaring at my father. If looks could kill, my father would be gone. A part of me hates how badly I wish it could be real.

“If you ever lay another hand on her, I'll bury you for the maggots and worms to eat, motherfucker.” Blaze’s jaw is clenched, his body tense. My father’s face goes slack and he stumbles back to his whiskey when Blaze lets him go. Blaze picks me up bridal style and carries me out of the house. I let the tears fall into his shoulder. This isn't the first time my father’s hit me, but I've been getting good at avoiding it and hiding it when he does hit me. This is the first time Blaze has witnessed it, yet another thing he’ll realize I’ve been hiding from him.

“No ones ever going to hurt you again, baby.” Blaze kisses the top of my head. Blaze piles me in his Jeep, buckles me in, and we head toward his house.

I change into his shirt and sweats. I need a piece of him wrapped around me as it never fails to bring me comfort. Blaze pulls me into a hug and I wrap my arms around him, inhaling his scent.

“I'm so sorry I wasn't fast enough, Ry.” His eyes are sad. I swallow the lump in my throat.

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