Page 40 of To Have and to Hold

Her chest heaved as my breath fanned over her clit, then I licked it. I could only taste her up here, but I hated the thought of him settled in her, resting against her cervix, trying to dig into her body and implant. Fuck that. I would root every drop of him from her, lick her clean of his claim.

She let her thighs flop open further as I worshipped her, my eyes almost rolling back at the sweet, musky taste of her. I ran my tongue along each inch, kissing and loving on each lip and fold, drifting from thigh to thigh, from her clit to her asshole, swiping up every drop she gave me before moving to her hole. Maybe this would break some sort of church covenant, sucking the life-giving cum from the cervix of my sister. The thought made me even harder.

“Theo, you don’t have to…” she cried, and I realized she had her hand over her mouth to keep herself quiet.

“Mm,” I responded, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to her opening. “But I hate the idea of him here, sweetheart. Cleaning you up is the least I can do.”

I shoved my tongue into her, immediately assaulted by the muskier taste of cum on my tongue. I shoved in as far as I couldto catch it all, sweeping it into my mouth, lapping it up and swallowing it away until I couldn’t taste anymore.

Then I pushed my fingers in, two at once, fucking up into her to draw the rest of Rafe’s cum out. I smirked as I worked, thinking of the next time I saw him, when he wouldn’t know what I’d done. I would sneak in and eat his spunk from her hole every night if I could. Scrub her clean of him from the inside out. Make her fizz with goodness while doing it.

When her body tensed up, and her breathing started to pick up, I rubbed her clit with my thumb, continuing to fuck her with my tongue, pushing the entire thing in and out and groaning when she clenched her walls around me.

Fuck, I wanted her around my cock again, needed to drive us both wild with it.

“I’m gonna—” she cried, and then exploded, her body writhing as her hands flew into my hair to hold me where she wanted me. I tongue fucked her through it, loving the extra gush of cum and pussy fluid that spilled from her, sucking it all up and humping the fucking bed as just the sound of her, the feel of her, took me near to oblivion.

This had all happened so fast. I don’t know how long my tongue on her pussy had taken to give her a climax, but I had no clue how long until someone noticed things were amiss. Still, the thought of leaving her filled me with a knot of unease. I rested my head on her thigh and continued to lick and kiss her skin, smiling when she shuddered violently at my tongue landing on her clit for just a moment.

“Are you… do you want me to touch you?” she asked, so scared and tentative my heart squeezed. I moved up the bed and flopped my head on her pillow, sad to be leaving the comfy spot on her thigh.

“Sweetheart,” I started, battling with myself. “I want nothing more than for you to touch me,” I told her, kissed her nose whenshe smiled. “But this isn’t about my pleasure, it’s about yours. You deserve the fucking world, not to have to service men.”

Her smile widened. “Itwouldbe my pleasure, Theo,” she said, then, without giving me a chance to respond, her hand wrapped around my aching cock. “It would be such a joy to give willingly, to not have it taken by force.”

“Okay,” I agreed with ease, ignoring the niggle in the back of my brain to keep an eye on the time. “Absolutely.”

I expected her to keep jerking me, but she let go and shifted, climbing onto my lap to straddle me, her thighs falling on either side of mine. I opened my mouth to say something, to say she didn’t need to dothat, but she placed a finger on my lip. “Rafe checks his cum is still inside me. If you leave me empty, he’ll hurt me more. I want you to fill me up, and when he looks later, it will be your cum he touches.”

“You wicked thing,” I grinned, surging up to kiss her as she grasped my cock and lined it up with her pussy. She sank down, slow but confident, no longer a virgin, but still so delicate. I fought to keep the images of what Rafe must do to her away. Her body was littered with marks, bruises and cuts, but in this low light, they were easy to ignore. He used her, nightly, more, and the way she cried out, clawed to get away… I knew this must hurt. This was her show. I was her toy to use.

She rocked her hips, sighing as I stretched her out inch by inch.

“Take what you need, beautiful,” I told her, letting my hands rest on her hips, kissing her neck and her shoulder as she lifted herself up and down, rubbing her clit on my stomach as she moved. “You think you can come again?”

“Yes,” she whimpered. “Play with my breasts, please.”

Gently, I obliged, squeezing both her tits and running my thumbs over her nipples as she rocked up and down. Fuck, she felt so good, warm and wet and tight as she squeezed hermuscles, rubbed me against her walls in delicious strokes. I was already so close, my balls drawn right up, but I wanted her to get there first.

“Kiss me,” she cried.

“But Rafe’s—”

“I don’t care,” she interrupted me, and our mouths smashed together as she came for a second time. This one was softer, a gentle wave through her body that she kept riding as she tipped me over the edge. Needing more, I grasped her hips and lifted her up and down, once, twice, as my toes curled and my blood set alight. I came hard, our tongues a tangled mess together as we both groaned and whimpered into the other’s mouth.

I filled her with my cum, flooded her pussy with it, safe in the knowledge that she remained protected from pregnancy. The idea of leaving her like this, stuffed up with my seed, walking around with my DNA spilling down her thighs, fuck, it made my cock give a valiant twitch.

I let us relish in the moment for as long as I could, kissing her skin, licking up the sweat and staying inside her warm pussy. My eyes fell shut when I heard my phone vibrate with a call across the room.

“Shit, I have to go,” I told her, desperate to take her now, to sweep her away this very second and never look back.

“Thank you,” she said as I lifted her off me and deposited her back into her bed, tucking her under the sheets as I’d first found her.

I shook my head. “I wish I didn’t have to leave you here,” I admitted, my chest aching so fucking deep at the prospect.

“Don’t, Theo,” she mumbled, sleep beginning to take her. “You’re not them. You’re not father, Charlie, you’re as trapped as me.”

I stalled then, my cock tucked away and my trousers buttoned back up. My phone started up again, so ignoring the urge topretend it didn’t exist, I pulled it out and looked at the screen. It was Connor.

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