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He eases my knees apart until I’m spread open before him. When he looks between my legs, his expression changes. “You look so sore,” he says. “Is that from last night?”

I go to close my legs, but he holds them open, looking mortified. “Don’t,” I say.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he says. “I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“Fuck, Harrison. You didn’t okay. It felt good, but you’re really big down there. I’m not used to it.”

“Everyone thinks that having a big dick is the best thing in the world. They don’t realize how fucking impractical it can be.”

“Hey,” I say. “I love your big dick. You’ve just got to let me recover in between.”

He smiles down at me, then looks thoughtful. “I know we’re not going to be able to fuck again, but can I make you feel good, baby. Can I make you come?”

I nod and he leans down between my legs and licks my clit gently. “I promise I won’t hurt you,” he says, then licks again.

I moan at the perfect pressure, watching him take such pleasure in giving it to me. He uses his thumbs to press me open and licks and licks as though I’m the best dessert he’s ever tasted and he just can’t get enough. I can’t get enough of his mouth and those lips that are plump and soft against my ravaged flesh. It feels so good to have his soothing touch, so amazingly good to feel the point of his tongue against me until I’m writhing against his mouth and he grabs hold of my thighs to hold me in place.

“Don’t stop,” I hiss, legs trembling against his hands. “I’m going to…I’m going to….”

He taps my clit once with his finger, hard, and I’m coming and coming, legs straight and toes curled, mind lost somewhere in that foggy sex place that’s a little slice of heaven and hell all rolled into one. Heaven because of how amazing it feels to reach that peak and slide right off the top. Hell, because you know it won’t last and you wish it would. Just a few more seconds of perfection and peace and tranquility. I don’t register how long I’m lost for, but when I come around Harrison is watching me, looking very pleased with himself. He strokes a finger between my pussy lips, gliding in the wetness he made, then brings it to his lips.

“I love the way you taste,” he says. “So perfect.”

My eyes slide down the slice of man-lusciousness that is kneeling up between my legs; god, his chest is something like a phenomenon and his little brown nipples…looking at them makes my clit pulse again. Lower, his abs are so tight and mmmm. And between his legs stands the real spectacle of miraculousness. Harrison’s cock looks so hard it must be painful.

“Show me,” I say, looking at his bulge and raising my eyebrows so he knows exactly what I’m talking about.

“You wanna see how hard I am for you?” he mutters, sounding distracted with lust.

“Yeah, show me.” I sit up and watch as he eases the waistband of his boxers down and his cock springs free. Looking at it now, I have no idea how I fit that inside of me. No wonder I’m sore. It looks so damn good, and my pussy is suddenly allachy and ready for him again. I crawl to the edge of my bed and pull out the tube of lube I keep in my nightstand drawer. Harrison watches me like a coiled snake, ready to strike at any second. I crawl back and kneel in front of him, squeezing some of the cold lube into my hands and rubbing them together. His cock kicks in anticipation, flexing and tapping his belly as I reach for him. He feels like velvet in my fist, soft, smooth skin over a rock hard center. He shakes as I move my hand firmly up and down, watching the explicit show I’m giving him with eyes that must look so damn hungry. I lean forward and lick the tip of him, tasting his salt-sweet arousal and loving the soft moan he makes when I wrap my lips around his cock and suck gently.

“Fuck, Jenna,” he hisses, as I circle my tongue around his cock, licking and sucking in a way that seems to drive him wild.

“Look at your pretty mouth,” he says. “Look at your sweet little lips wrapped around my big cock. Do you know how good that looks…how good it feels?”

I remember how he liked me to bite him and I try it gently, just a little nip with my teeth and he groans so loudly I panic that he’s going to wake our parents. “Fuck,” he grunts. “Do that again.” I bob my head, taking him in deeper, then as I pull back I nip him and he grabs my head and holds it totally still. “You gotta stop, Jenna. Or I’m gonna come and I know you didn’t go crawling for that lube for nothing.”

I pull back and lick my lips, then lie back with my legs spread wide. “Come on then, big boy,” I say, beckoning with my finger. I reach for the lube again and pour some over my fingers, smoothing it around my pussy and pushing my fingers inside. Harrison watches it all, fisting his cock in pulls that look too harsh to be pleasurable.

“I’m ready,” I say when I’ve done everything I can to ease the journey. Harrison shuffles forward, pushing his knees under my thighs and using the tip of his cock to probe me between the legs. He’s so smooth and warm and it feels so good when he rubs over my clit and then pushes in a little. He does that again and again, each time opening me up just a little more until the head of his cock eases in easily and he holds totally still, watching me carefully.

“You okay, Jenna?” he asks.

“Yeah, baby,” I answer because I am. I won’t deny that it stings, but the look on his face and the concern in his voice soothe it all away. He pours some lube over the place where our bodies are now joined and smooths it around, then thrusts to get in deeper. I watch his abs flex, his fingers grip tighter into the flesh of my hips, his face furrowed with concentration. I know how it feels to accept a man into my body, but I have no idea what it must be like for him. Is it different if you’re the one that is pushing in? Does it feel different to be so in control? He looks like it’s hurting him for a while, but I think that’s just the restraint it must be taking to get his huge cock into me without making me wince. The thing is, with each little thrust he makes, I feel myself giving way from pain to pleasure. It’s so amazing to be doing this with Harrison as the real me, not the me that was ashamed to want my stepbrother or the me who was sad afterwards when I knew it wouldn’t happen again.

I look up into his face and reach out to cup his cheek. When his eyes meet mine, they fill with warmth and he drops closer so he can cup my face too.

“Jenna.” He breathes against my cheek and presses soft kisses along the line of my jaw. “Why did we wait so long to do this?”

“I don’t know,” I say, pulling him down to kiss my lips. I suck on his full bottom lip, nibbling it gently and he moans, thrusting harder and gripping my hair. “I wanted you so much. I couldn’t bear the idea that I might never be with you. It’s why I came to the party so I could be with you just one time. But it never would have been enough.”

He grips my chin tightly in his hand and stares at me in a way that makes my heart flutter. It’s hungry and passionate and filled with ferocious longing. “I love you, Jenna,” he says. “You know that, don’t you?”

I try to shake my head, stunned that he’s saying he feels the same way I do, but he grips harder as though he’s trying to show me how strongly he feels. His hips change rhythm, circling and grinding as he stares at me. “I love you, Jenna. I have since those first weeks when mom and I moved in and we used to hook up in the den and watch eighties action movies with microwave popcorn.”

I smile up at him because the memory of those early days, when we were getting to know each other but trying to pretend we didn’t really care, are so fresh in my mind and so filled with innocence. He’d always let me eat more than my fair share of the popcorn and choose the movie. When the room would get dark, we’d slump into opposite corners of the couch and sometimes I’d feel like he was looking at me, but I’d be too embarrassed to check in case he was.

“That was before you started teasing me and calling me princess.”

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