Page 9 of To Have and to Hold

Rafe was looking for her, needed to put her on display again, to show his braying crowd how easy he had it, how good things were for Mr Rafael Delucci - king of the underworld in his little section of this fucked up organization they called the church.

Her muscles squeezed around me and she whimpered, a small pleading noise falling from her lips as she adjusted her weight. And all of a bloody sudden, I wanted more than anything to make this positive for her. To give my little sister one enjoyable experience with sex. So I pulled out and pushed back in, just enough to get her used to the sensation, holding off on the urge to truly fuck her.

“Vi, honey,” I whispered against her ear, curling my body over hers as she arched her spine, enjoying herself, to my surprise. “I want to do this right for you. It feels wrong to break this… pussy in, and make it all… wet, wanting, and not give in to it. Let me give you an orgasm, then we can hold that over him, too.”

“What?” she asked, trying to turn and face me, clearly surprised that I was noticing this… pull, too. It pushed our faces close together, and my eyes flickered down to her lips. I wanted to kiss my sister. In this moment, I wanted to kiss her, consume her. But I wouldn’t. That would be taking it into different territory, one with feelings and... This was vengeance against Rafe. That was all. He would never make her come, never care to. But she would know what it was like, she could cling to that sensation in her darkest moments. That someone who loved her had made her feel good. Had desired it.

“Lift your leg up,” I asked, my hand drifting to her thigh to encourage her. She rested her knee on the railing, spreading herself wider for me. She looked debauched in her wedding dress, her pussy on display for a man not her husband. In another life… she could have this for real, a loving man, an appropriate one. But right now, I was all she had.

I stroked the sensitive skin of her inner thigh and began rocking my hips, chasing her tight warmth, focusing on the way she clenched around my cock like she belonged on it. When I’d first pushed in, a gush of something warm and sticky flooded over my cock, so I assumed her hymen had still been intact until that moment. We’d need a plan for that. Rafe would look for it. Would want to break it and bleed her with his disgusting urges.

“Theo—” Violet gasped when I drifted my fingers towards her pussy, finding her swollen, soft clit and swirling over it as I continued to fuck her. My cock drove in and out with as much force as I dared, and I had to hold a lot fucking back. This was gentle, tender, just enough to get ourselves off without causing too much trauma.

She needed to get there fast. No time to drag this out, but I didn’t want her to be sore, sensitive, when Rafe ripped his way into her body later. I had to squash that thought down and return my focus to her, had to shove the image of that pillockas far away as possible and concentrate on the pleasure she was bringing me, that I was bringing her. He had to die. Somehow, he had to.

I ignored the ache in my balls, the shoots of bliss running down my cock and across my entire body. I stayed focused just on her, getting her there. Making something today good. Memorable for the right reasons.

“Shh, beautiful,” I said when she whimpered and whined, pressing a second finger to her clit and increasing my pace. “Just feel this.”

She cried into the hand she’d covered her mouth with, her fingers squeezing, her shoulders rising and falling rapidly as I massaged her clit and fucked her fresh hole. She was a stunning girl, and like this, bend over and being fucked? I could let the darkest parts of my imagination come into play. If only… Fuck. I’d never thought of her this way before, but now?

“Please,” she cried again, beginning to meet my thrusts, pushing her ass back as I picked up the pace, letting her drag her pussy up and down my shaft. Taking her lead.

Voices sounded from the beach, her name drifting in on the breeze. She gasped. Someone was close, and they were looking for her, calling for her with frustration in their tone. If we spoke in more than a whisper, they would hear. If she cried out too loud, they would hear her come. But I didn’t let her scramble away, no, I pulled out, wet dick flapping free, and turned her around without a word, tugging her to the ground and forcing her legs apart as her dress gathered at her hips.

Her eyes darted everywhere, wild, consuming, but I was rabid. She watched me wide-gazed and vulnerable. This woman was coming on her wedding day. She was having a positive experience losing her virginity, even if it was with me. Even if it was with her big brother, who was as stiff as a fucking board at the thought of claiming her wholly. Shit, my cock throbbed anddripped pre-cum as I placed a hand over her mouth and leaned my head between her legs. My mind one-tracked, needing to taste, to suck and lick and enjoy her flavor, to memorize it before I could never have it again. I might grow obsessed with her little moans if I wasn’t careful.

“Theo—” she said, voice muffled, her breath hot on my palm.

“Shh, you need to come. This is tried and tested.” I winked at her and descended, my crouch awkward, uncomfortable, but reaching her pussy with my tongue with ease.

I licked her clit and groaned against it, her muskiness so sweet and delicious I couldn’t help but suck, devour, swirl my tongue over every inch of her reachable at this tricky angle. Shit, she tasted amazing. Using my free hand, I pushed two fingers back inside her, curling them and enjoying the way her thighs shook by my head. Grinning, I ate her pussy with everything I had, my heart squeezing with thoughts I didn’t want to let in.

My tongue roamed down, flickering along those juicy lips and landing on her hole, where I tasted the metal of her blood. It was faint, mixing well with her pussy fluid, but it made my cock throb more, knowing what we’d done together. Not just the dirtiness of it, but the fuck you to everyone in our lives. My hips rocked into thin air at the thought the blood was there because of me, that I’d claimed her, that no one else would ever be able to. She was making me feral. The musk of her arousal and the way she’d bled consumed me. This… it was all new, these urges, these wants and desires, but I couldn’t make myself stop.

Sucking her clit in long pulls and finger fucking her, brushing over her g-spot with every pass, the shake in her thighs grew until her limbs were tensing, muscles fluttering. Her breathing picked up and a low whine fell from her lips as her entire body stiffened and vibrated. She came hard, a spurt of her fluid spilling over my hand as I kept pumping, unwilling to stop until she pushed me off.

I had to press my palm harder over her face to prevent her from screaming, the sound of voices still drifting over on the breeze, though further away now.

I roamed down her pussy, using my tongue to clean her up, dipping into every inch of her, swirling over her clit, running my tongue between the lips and down to the sliver of skin between her pussy and ass. I kissed her inner thighs, leaving gentle presses of my lips all the way to her knees, before raising my face to meet her wide gaze.

She looked wrecked, my hand still over her mouth, though slacker now, her eyes like saucers, her chest panting, showing off heaving tits. My cock ached to explode, and I was so, so close to tipping over the edge. It was still out, still hard and yearning for her, dripping pre-cum in anticipation. It raged in my gut, almost blinding me with the urge to be squeezed inside her warm body.

Fuck it, we’d come this far.

I nuzzled her thigh, stared her in the eyes, and moved my hand away from her mouth before grabbing my cock. Our gaze stayed heated as I jerked it, the wet sound obscene in the silence. Her mouth fell open as she watched me, her gaze drifting between my face and my cock with a curiosity that was sexy as fuck. I wanted her to touch it, to suck it.

“Fuck,” I groaned as I came, my balls drawing up and cum spurting from my cock in ropes all over her. Her white dress, her soft, flushed skin, coated in my seed. Only mine. She was mine. Claimed and destroyed by me. He would never have it. It would forever be denied him. I shuddered and let go, my cum-covered hand wiped on the concrete floor as best I could before I kissed her thigh again and put her leg down, running my palm down to her ankle, over her shoe.

She opened her mouth to speak, but I halted her, tucking my cock away and falling back onto my ass, suddenly scared to look at her in the time it took to put myself back together.What we’d done… post nut clarity was a powerful fucking thing. It went beyond the simple execution of a virginity. An arbitrary construct college friends had ranted about at a bar one night. It didn’t exist, yada yada yada. So why did this feel so impactful? It wasn’t just our relation. I hadn’t just taken her virginity, kept itsafefor someone else, no, I’d fucked her, eaten her pussy, came over her skin. I’d found pleasure in it, and she had too. And I still tasted how much she enjoyed it on my tongue.

“Thank you,” she said then, her voice so worried and gentle that I was again implored to seek her out, soothe her and love on her. I wanted to kiss her, bathe her, make her fucking breakfast in bed and smother her with all the love and laughter possible in this shitty world. Rage brewed deep in my gut at the thought of leaving her to him.

When our eyes met, it was with an understanding that this was ours. Our secret. Our moment. Only the us that existed in this very instant. Once we walked back into the party, this was gone. Just the moments, the after affects for her body. She had a hold on her husband she didn’t have before. And in those darker times when he was doing terrible things to her, she could think of that. When the church failed her, as it already had, she could remember this moment and know she hadn't caved.

“We should get you back.”

But I wouldn’t let myself have that pleasure, that knowledge. I would let the rage consume me and bolster me, and I would get her to freedom, to safety. And when I had her there, she could choose. Me. Someone else. No one.

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