Page 47 of Nocturnal Sins
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Santana
Hearing Samira be so raw with me split my chest in two. My heart was beating in the atmosphere somewhere. There was so much love in her eyes that I knew right then and there I could never leave her or hurt her.
I’d endure whatever Pop threw at us as long as Sammie was by my side. I tugged the ponytail holder from her sandy hair and it fell around her face and shoulders like waves of sunshine.
Fucking perfect.
The world would end before I stopped loving Samira.
“I’m in love with you too, Sammie,” I told her once I pulled away from our kiss. She scrambled into my lap and pushed her fingers through my hair while her sweet mouth found mine.
Our tongues danced against each other while my hands worked to undress her. Her body was gorgeous and I could never get enough of her smooth curves. My hands knew them better than they knew anything else.
Her landscape was mine to explore and I’d explore it as long as I had breath in my body. I laid her down and spread her legs so I could feast on my favorite meal. I stared at the way her pussy glistened for me. She was so wet I wanted her to paint my face and turn me into a work of art. I’d still pale in comparison to her though.
I dove into her wetness, lips first. Her clit was stiff and standing, ready for attention. It called me until I had to grant its every wish.
Sammie’s body jerked forward when I connected with her stiff nub. My name materialized on her full lips while I lapped at her river, drinking her until she spilled over and dripped down my chin.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” She cursed while I flicked her clit with my tongue. I fucked her nice and slow with my fingers while I slurped and sucked on her pussy. It wasn’t long before she convulsed and I hit the jackpot. Her sweet cream painted my tongue just the way I wanted.
I came up and let her taste her honey on my lips and I thought she would devour me. While she licked and savored herself, I spread her thick pussy lips and sank into her. She gasped while my lips hovered over hers.
“You always feel so good, Samira.” I stared at her expressions and committed them to memory while I held on to her ankles and dug deep enough to make her spasm around my cock.
The sound of our bodies moving together drove me crazy. I drilled into her so she could maybe feel an ounce of the passion I had for her. It ran deep and it wasn’t soft and romantic. It was real. It was concrete.
That’s exactly how I fucked her too.
I fucked her until I rendered her speechless. Her mouth hung open and only short gasps were allowed to escape. The bed groaned and complained beneath us.
I looked down to see her cunt gripping and sucking my dick and I couldn’t handle it. “I need to feel you cum on my dick, Sammie. I’m so fucking close.” I shut my eyes against the beautiful sight of us.
“Me too,” she moaned. She met every thrust I pushed out and before I knew it we both gave into the tide pulling at us until we were drained dry. Her climax made my breath stutter. My dick had no issues reacting though. I came so hard I had to shut my eyes. Even then, I saw a tidal wave of stars.
We finished just before Pop came home. I heard the door close downstairs. I slid out of Sammie’s wet warmth and flopped over on my back. “It’s like he has a sixth sense that ells him when we’re fucking,” she whispered, gathering her clothes and clutching them to her chest.
“I know,” I agreed, sitting up. Sammie’s green eyes roamed around my bare chest for a moment before she dashed to the door connecting our rooms. “Go, I’ll talk to Pop,” I told her. She nodded but I saw the small glint of defiance in those cat eyes.
I made sure I was decent before I headed downstairs to talk to Pop. Even though I washed my face and hands, I still tasted hints of Sammie on my tongue. Nothing could wash that away and I didn’t want it to.
Pop lifted his gaze when I entered the kitchen. Something was different with him. Maybe it was the realization that his two kids were more to each other than brother and sister.
“Are you going to talk to me, at least?” I asked him finally.
“Talk tous?” Sammie’s voice came from behind me and I hung my head low. I knew her little ass couldn’t stay put. She had to come brave the storm with me.
Pop poured himself a glass of whiskey. Straight. Then he sat down and looked at us. I couldn’t read his face and that worried me.
Sammie pulled up a seat at the kitchen table and sat beside me. Beneath the tabletop, she linked our fingers together and squeezed. I didn’t know how much I needed that moment of solidarity.
“I should talk to you two,” Pop began. “I just don’t know where to start or what to say. I just…” He gave an empty shrug to match the look in his eyes. I felt a pang of guilt tug at me but nothing would ever make me regret Sammie.
“Papa, what’s going through your head right now? Do you…hate us?” Sammie’s voice wobbled a bit. It was my turn to give her fingers a squeeze.
“Hate?” Pop turned his stare to his daughter. “How could I ever hate my own children? Confused, angry…livid actually would better describe it.” I didn’t see rage when I looked at him but his fingertips had turned white from how hard he was gripping the glass in his hand so maybe I was wrong.
