Page 29 of Nocturnal Sins
Having him on top of me, making me flood the bed while animalistic flames licked at my consciousness, was surreal. It made me dizzy. The room spun until all I could see were stars on the ceiling and dark clouds around us.
“Sammie, I don’t think I can keep being your brother. Not with the kind of shit I plan on doing to you.”
“Youplanon it?” I quizzed.
“Fuck yes.” He tugged hard on my panties and the sound of thread popping also popped the daytime morals I usually had. A moan escaped me but Santana pressed his teeth into my bottom lip halting it. “Be quiet, Samira. Pop is right down the hall and I’m sure he’s not sleeping yet but I need to get inside your pretty, wet, tight pussy.”
“Fuck, Santana. When you say shit like that I feel like I’m going to explode.”
“As long as you explode all over my cock.” His lips fell to my neck. His teeth and tongue made quick work of my skin, bruising it just enough to make my pussy pulse.
I closed my legs around his waist and he groaned, bucking against me.
Oh my fucking God.
I had to take slow, steady breaths or else I was going to climax right then and there before he even got inside of me. Santana pulled his shirt over his head and I let my eyes feast on his body. It was perfect. It was chiseled out of whatever amber they used on Mt. Olympus to sculpt the gods.
I wanted him out of those goddamn sweatpants they’d been driving me insane all night and I needed to see his dick. I saw it a few times before when we were younger but it was only in glimpses. I wanted to see the whole thing. I wanted to see how strong and thick it was whenIwas the one making it stand at attention.
My fingers went to work, untying the drawstring at his waist. Not before I took time to trace that devastating V cut though. I wet my lips with my tongue then rolled them between my teeth as I plunged my hand below his waistband.
“Samira,” he growled bucking against my fist. There was so much power in his thrust that it made me nervous. What the fuck would he do once he was inside of me?
I needed to know. I was ready to throw the old outgrown pieces of our relationship out of the window and create a new relationship. One where I stayed in his bed and his heart.
After I warmed my hand on Santana’s thick cock, I tugged his sweatpants down his legs and he kicked them off so he could settle between my quaking thighs. We shared a knowing glance while our bodies cradled one another.
This was it. There was no going back once he was inside of me. I was never one to look back anyway though.
“I need a condom,” Santana breathed.
“No.” My voice was stronger than I expected. He blinked down at me as if he was torn but I didn’t want to use a condom. I wanted to feel him without a barrier.
While he was on top of me I realized that I’d wanted this moment for longer than I consciously knew and I didn’t want one more thing between us. Santana dipped his head down and brushed his lips against mine sweetly at first, fooling me into thinking the moment would be coated in sugar. The way his hard cock sank deep inside of my pussy let me know otherwise.
An involuntary howl ripped from my throat. The pressure he created was blinding but it was delicious and rich as a Godiva chocolate bar. Tears sprang to my eyes as I scrambled to adjust to his girth.
Holy fuck he was working with a monster.
The room spun round and round as Santana slid in and out of me. “You have to be quiet, Sammie.” He whispered before kissing my lips and swallowing my noises.
“You’re so fucking big,” I whimpered. My body tensed but I still needed more. Santana’s lips quirked in the most arrogant way. I wanted to complain but it was so fucking hot that I couldn’t do anything but beg for him with my body. I rolled my hips beneath him pleading for him to dig deeper but he wouldn’t.
The way he teased me was torturous. His lips slid along my neck while I pulsed around him hungrily. “Please Santana, I need to feel you fucking me.”
“You need to adjust. I will rip you in two if I fuck you like you’re some random girl off the street. You’re sweet…” He slipped deeper inside and I let out a cry that he muffled with his warm mouth. “You’re special, and you mean more to me than that. Plus, whatever motherfucker you let inside you before me didn’t know what the fuck he was doing. Now it’s my turn to show you how wet you can get and how hard you can cum.”
Oh, his words took me so high I had vertigo and if I’d dared to open my eyes while I was that high I would have become dust in the atmosphere. Santana wasn’t like the other handful of boys I’d been with before. He was so much more. He waseverythingmore.
Desire swelled in my chest taking up every available cavity until it spilled over my lips in the form of Santana’s name. He pushed inside deeper and filled me up forcing hot tears from my eyes because I never knew I could feel so good.
I dug my heels into the top of his ass, forcing him to give me all of his inches. I didn’t want kid gloves. Once he was seated deep between my walls, he hammered into me like he could read my mind.
I felt wetness rolling from my pussy with every thrust he gave me. I took his beautiful pain and pressure gladly. He stretched me to my limit. To limits I didn’t know I had.
My body reacted without me. It was like Santana had access to the most ancient parts of me that existed before time. He spoke to my emotions commanding them to obey his every move.
When he pushed my legs back, my toes scraped the wall behind us and he found a spot I didn’t know was inside of me. It opened the floodgates and thick, slippery silk dripped from me like sweet water.
