Page 22 of Black Sheep

She swallows, perhaps realizing, for the first time, the depth of my cold fury. “You want me to beg?”

“I want you to take the panties off. I prefer not to ask again.”

Her torso trembles as she takes another breath. Then, excruciatingly slowly, her thumbs hook into the sides of her panties. A bolt of lightning shoots through me as I track the material sliding down her hips, exposing her pussy to my gaze. The sight of the trimmed bush makes me bite the inside of my cheek, killing the unwanted groan that threatens to erupt.

I’m angry that she’s even more beautiful than I imagined, that her perfect body now belongs to my father. Her panties tangle at her knees, and I resist the urge to rip them the fuck off her. “Hurry it up, baby. I don’t have all fucking night.”

She raises her legs and shoves the panties off. They drop to her ankles. I hook my fingers through them and toss the scrap of lace over my shoulder. We go back to staring at each other. A shiver courses through her, her breath held as she awaits what comes next.

“Open your legs.”

Her mouth parts on a gasp. “Ax—”

“Don’t fucking say my name. Open your legs.”

Her legs slowly part. In the moonlight, the folds of her pussy gape to my gaze—the perfect hood of her clit, the teardrop shape of her labia, the tiny hole of her cunt. The damp, tiny hole of her cunt.

I tell myself, had I not seen that dampness, had I not smelled her arousal a second later, I would’ve ended this fucked-up madness and left. But I see it. I smell it. The succulent scent powers from my nostrils to my groin, and I feel a touch of fluid stain the head of my cock.

My fists ball on my thighs. “Touch yourself,” I instruct roughly.

Her whole body trembles. “Wh-what?”

“You want me to leave? Touch. Your. Pussy.” I grit out the words, the red haze washing over my eyes convincing me I’m on the edge of my control.

She starts to shake her head. Her eyes meet mine, and she stills. Her right hand twitches for a second before it slides over her hip toward her mound. Long, manicured fingers drift through her silky bush, and her breath catches as she hesitates.

“Do it.” I barely recognize my own voice, a savage hunger pounding through me.

Her middle finger grazes her clit, and she jerks, biting her lower lip to stop herself from making a sound. But I want her sounds. I want her exposed in every way.

“I know this is turning you on. I can smell you. Don’t fucking fight it. Stroke yourself harder.”

Her fingers glide downward, forming a V on either side of her pussy. On the upward stroke, one finger presses down on her clit. A shudder rolls through her, a jagged pant hard on its heels. She repeats the move a few more times, her body writhing on the bed.

“Faster,” I instruct after a few minutes.

Her fingers circle her pussy, expertly strumming her clit on each pass. Making herself wetter. Moonlight gleams on her dripping cunt, driving me even more insane as the intoxicating scent of her pussy pummels me.

Her hips begin to undulate. Tiny little rolls at first, then more pronounced as she starts to lose herself in the rhythm. I drag my gaze up her body, to the tight nubs cresting her breasts. “Tug on your nipples, make them stiffer for me.”

This time she doesn’t hesitate. Her free hand cups one breast, squeezes, before she catches the nipple between her thumb and forefinger. One tug, and her back arches. “Oh.”

I watch for a few seconds before my attention is drawn back down between her legs. She’s even wetter, her fingers making decadent sounds as they move over her drenched sex.

“Slide one finger inside, fuck that filthy little cunt,” I rasp.

Her mouth drops open. Sweet Jesus, those full, fucking lips, with their perfect Cupid’s bow shape. She’s possibly scandalized by my uncouth language, possibly even more turned on by my instruction. Either way, her middle finger caresses her hole before it sinks deep, the suction telling me how snug she is.

“Ah!” Her hips jerk off the bed, another shudder wracking her frame as her eyes squeeze shut.

Fuck. My cock throbs, furious at the punishment I’m putting it through. My fist ball harder as more pre-cum soaks my boxers. “Open your eyes. Look at me as you fuck yourself.”

Her drunken gaze stumbles to mine as her finger thrusts in and out, and the heel of her hand grinds into her clit.

“Slide another finger in.”

She complies. Her rim of her pussy stretches, and I see the resistance, see how tight she is.

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