Page 14 of Deliverance

“Do you want to head to my tent instead? It’s not like this but…” She trails off, her eyes moving around the tent.

Fuck that. This is my tent. Tugging her towards me, I press my mouth against hers as she winds her arms around my neck. Slowly, I back us up until my knees hit the bed. We tumble backwards together and she takes advantage of it, climbing on top of me before grinding her pussy against mine. I moan into her mouth as she does it again and again, her hands moving over me before coming to my shorts.

I arch my back as she unbuttons my shorts, sliding them and my panties down my legs as I kick off my boots. Everything hits the floor with a solid thunk, and she giggles as she slides herself down my body. Lifting my legs, I spread them from her and she wastes no time latching her mouth to my clit. Fuck, yes.

It’s been too long since I’ve been with a woman that is actually experienced. Ninety percent of the time, I’m hooking up with good little daughters of the Brethren, who are wanting to experiment. Every single time is an awkward fumble, and they are rarely willing to go down on me. They are all pillow princesses, so consequences be damned, I’m enjoying this.

Burying my hand into her hair, I wrap my fist around it as I tug slightly, pulling her closer into me. She moans as I do it, and when she slips a finger inside me, I do the same. Fuck.

“You got any toys in here?” she murmurs against my pussy.

I nod, reaching around for my bag blindly before feeling it. Victory. She doesn’t stop eating me like her last goddamn meal as I sift around for what I’m searching for. As soon as my hand wraps around it, I smirk as I pull it out. My absolute favorite strap-on. Mainly because it has a dildo that goes inside whoever is wearing it as well. Double the pleasure, double the fun. I grab the lube as well, coating each end a little before she quickly takes it, stripping off her pants before stepping into it. In the next second, she’s pushing her end inside herself.

“Fuck,” she moans before smirking. “You ready, baby?”

“God, yes,” I say as she pushes inside me.

Usually I’m the one wearing it, so again, this is a fucking treat. She starts out slow and measured, thrusting in and out of me, but soon her rhythm becomes inconsistent and rampant as she chases down her own pleasure.

I feel my orgasm building inside me, and I know she’s right on the edge herself when I hear a sound that catches my attention from the corner of the tent. Bridgette is sitting up now, her eyes wide with shock as she watches us. I don’t try to cover myself or the girl who is fucking me. What’s the need? Again, it’s my tent. If she doesn’t like it, she can fuck off.

To my surprise, she doesn’t immediately take off. Instead, she just sits there and stares, like she doesn’t know what else to do. A moan rips out of me, and I can’t stop it from coming, my eyes still on Bridgette’s as I do. That seems to shake something loose for her. She practically sprints out of the tent, not even attempting to be discreet as she does.

For a second there, I thought we had a little voyeur on our hands. Thank god for that. The idea of my stepsister watching me get fucked is just…well not gonna lie, when I say it like that, kinda sounds hot.

Chapter Six

Bridgette

Indigonanza ended up being a bit of a letdown. Half the acts that were promised to us the next few days ended up canceling. After an hour of wandering around, I was able to finally find my tent. Jeremy came around the next morning apologizing with some bullshit excuse about being too high. I didn’t hear him out, though. Whatever claim he thinks he has on me, it’s because I allowed him to feel that way, and that’s on me. So I’ve completely cut him off. Cokehead can get fucked.

A few weeks later, I’m sitting in a chair, sunbathing on the beach when Angela’s phone goes off. She groans as her fingers begin tapping on the screen.

“What?” I ask.

“My brother. He’s asking if you’re with me.”

Lovely.

“Why?” I huff, despite not giving a damn.

She turns to face me, incredulity covering her features. “Seriously? Because he’s in love with you. You’ve never given him an ounce of attention until this summer. He knows he fucked up at Indigonanza, but don’t you think icing him out is a little harsh?”

I shrug. Not my problem. I don’t have time for his shit.

“She’s just back to hoping Asher notices her existence.” Mercy giggles.

I shoot her an icy look that she ignores, adjusting her bathing suit top so more skin is showing. She’s one strong breeze away from her nipples popping out. I can’t help but be a smidge jealous of her in that regard. I had A cups my whole life, and it wasn’t until I got my boobs done that I was able to graduate to a C cup. It’s nothing compared to Mercy’s DD’s, even if they are fake. Hell, even Maggie has bigger tits than both of us. Pretty sure they aren’t fake either, which just pisses me off even more.

“Shut the fuck up,” I snap at Mercy. “Things with Liam a little lackluster? Haven’t been able to hold him down, so you have to butt into my life?”

I know Liam isn’t her goal. She doesn’t really have one. She’s sowing her wild oats, probably so that when it comes time for the Legacies to make proposals, she has options. Not a terrible strategy, I guess.

“Hardly.” She shrugs. “Last time we hooked up was at your party, and it was glorious. We had a threesome with our Uber driver that night.”

“Ew,” Angela says with a wrinkled nose. “Did Liam and him like…touch?”

“Hell yeah, they did. Liam fucked me while the guy fucked him. It was heaven.”

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