Page 33 of Nocturnal Sins
“I think I’ll stay a while and hang out with Sam. It’s been so long.” He turned to her and reached an index finger across the island, sliding it down her forearm. My muscles tensed with the need to throw a punch. I didn’t give a fuck who Dom was or what it looked like to Erin or anyone else.
My fists drew into angry stones at my side ready to smash into Dom’s face while he sat there chuckling and moving closer to Sammie. I rolled my shoulders a bit, hoping to remove some of the tension but it was useless. I cleared my throat and both Dom and Sammie looked up at me.
Her face warped into a tight knot of worry because she knew me better than anyone in the world. She knew I was about to fly off the handle and launch into our father’s best friend. She wedged her body between me and the island then she placed two dainty hands on my chest.
“Santana, can you help me find the book Papa wanted me to read? You know if I haven’t found it by the time he gets home, he’s going to chew me out.” She left no further room for me to decline because she took my hand I hers and yanked me out of the kitchen. She was a foot shorter than me and I had at least one hundred fifty pounds on her but she pulled me. “I’ll be right back, Erin.” She tossed a smile over her shoulder then shoved me into the den, far away from the kitchen.
“Calm down, Santana,” she urged.
“Calm down? I’m about to bash that motherfucker’s skull into the counter the next time he touches you or looks at you like he wants dessert.” My voice was steeped in gravel.
“He is being a little creepy,” she admitted with a shudder. Her cat eyes swept the room then she took one step closer to me and locked her slender fingers behind my neck. My hands automatically found their home on her full hips. I squeezed them and pulled her flush against me so that no air circulated between us.
“He’s trying to get fucked up,” I muttered against her silky hair.
“He won’t stay here all day. I’ll just talk to Papa about it when he gets in, okay?” She placed a soft kiss to my lips. It was sweeter than a bowl of sugar. I didn’t know until that very moment that sugar turned beasts ravenous.
I swept my tongue across her soft lips and she granted me access. It was sweet like the juice she’d been drinking moments before. Her nails scraped against my scalp sending jolts of electricity through me.
We stumbled backward against the wall and I let my hands navigate her curves. I was an expert at navigating Sammie by now. I slid under her shirt and rubbed the smooth skin right at her navel, dipping my finger below her waistband.
Her body trembled in response and my dick strained to get inside of her. My teeth left their hungry marks on her honey skin but I didn’t care right then. Samira blinded me to logic. She swept it away like an expert housekeeper.
I spun her around so that she faced the wall, then I slid my hands up her smooth, bare thighs until I was beneath her cheerleading skirt. The moan that escaped her was quiet as a pin on carpet but I heard it. Maybe because it was only meant for my ears.
“I’m going to fuck you right here against this wall and you’re not going to make a single noise. You will cum for me though,” I told her while I tugged her wet panties aside. My thumb rolled over her clit while my index and middle finger pushed inside of her tight pussy.
She was so wet it made me blind with need. Neither one of us cared who was in the house at that point. The heat between us was too severe.
“You’re going to wet my dick up and I’m going to cum deep inside of you. I want it to stay there the entire time you’re with your little friend. The entire time Dom is here. I want to know your pussy is full of me. Understand, Samira?”
“Mmm, yes, Santana.”
“Good girl.” My belt clinked as I unbuckled it and freed my stiff cock. Beads of clear precum sat at the tip and I shook my head at how much Sammie turned me on.
When I buried my cock inside of her, I cupped my hand over her mouth letting my fingers absorb her moans. Prickles blanketed my back knowing full well Erin or Dom could walk in on us. Either of them would see the way Sammie was pressed against the wall while I fucked her relentlessly.
“Santana…” She whined against my hand while I hammered away at her. Her sweet desire slipped down my shaft while her cunt gripped and pulled me deeper like her body was begging for me.
I nestled my nose in the top of her sweet hair while I thrust into her. “Fuck, I’m going to cum,” she warned while she rolled those hips and threw her thick ass back on me.
I couldn’t do anything to mask the wet sounds her pussy made while I fucked her. Nothing in the world could mask that shit. Sammie was flooding me. “Cum for me, baby,” I demanded. There was nothing sweeter than feeling her pussy grip my cock while she pulsed all around me.
It was like magic.
It was narcotics in my veins.
When I felt her climax build up then explode, I did the same. My balls seized and my cock swelled in between her tight walls. I thrust deep a few more times before filling her up and making her shake.
Sammie’s tight, smooth curves jerked and arched while an orgasm took over her in waves. They were thick and sweet just like her.
“Shit,” she panted, bracing herself against the wall. “Did I ever tell you how much I love you?” I pulled out of her and tucked my wet dick away. If I had my way, I’d stay inside of her a little while longer.
“Nah, but you can if you want to. I’m all ears,” I chuckled, running a hand over my face.
“God, Santana, don’t do that. You look so good. It makes me want to suck every drop of my cum off your cock until you…” I put my finger over her pouty lips and flashed her a smile.
“Uncle Dom is in the kitchen. Behave,” I slapped her ass and she giggled.
“I love you, Santana…” The smile faded a bit from her face as she stared up at me with big green eyes far too perfect for anything in this fucked up world.
She loved me.
This was more than the love we shared because we were siblings. This was new. This was different. Our old relationship was falling away in chunks and something else was emerging. I just didn’t know how Pop would handle it.
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