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His jaw clenches, but he does no more than admire what he thinks he can’t have. I grip his big dick and slide it against my opening that drips with my orgasm. The tip of his dick presses into me, but he’s too big. I stare at him helplessly.
“Rylie,” he bites out, his face contorted in rage.
“Hudson, please,” I choke out.
“We can’t…”
Time seems to stop. He’s not fighting me as I clumsily try to get him deeper inside me. I fail miserably.
“I want us to have this,” I cry out in exasperation. “But…it won’t fit…”
His eyes flicker with madness and fire. He loses control. “It’ll fit, goddammit.” With those words, he grips my hips and pushes me down along his shaft at the same time he thrusts his hips up hard.
I scream because it’s painful and feels as though he’s ripping me in two, but the scream is also a battle cry. We’ve finally won this war. I’m useless, but he doesn’t seem deterred. With ease, he rolls us on the bed so he’s on top. His hips thunder against me again, sending more exploding pain rippling through me. Tears leak from my eyes, but I’m happy. So damn happy. He’s lost to the sickness. His teeth bite my throat almost painfully as he fucks me. Between his bites, he’s sucking the flesh and touching me everywhere he can get his hands. All I can do is claw at him and beg for him to never let me go.
He doesn’t let go.
If anything, he holds me tighter.
A guttural sound rips from him and then he’s coming. His heat floods inside me, burning me from the inside out. It seals and binds us. We’re one now, I can feel it. The moment his cock stops twitching, he collapses on me, crushing me to the mattress. His strong arms slide beneath me and he hugs me hard enough that it feels like he might break me.
“What have we done?” he whispers.
I drag my fingertips across his muscled back and kiss his hair. “We found a cure. We’re not sick anymore,” I tell him. “Don’t you feel it?”
He lifts up and regards me with manic eyes. “We’re not sick.”
“Not sick,” I agree.
His body relaxes and it makes his softened cock slide out of my sore body. Cum gushes out of me and slides down my crack. “Nobody has to know.”
“Only us.”
He smiles and kisses my mouth. “Only us.”
Hudson
Iwake to the sound of thunder. It takes me a moment to realize I’m not dreaming. Last night, I fucked my sister. And I’ve never been happier. Regret isn’t a feeling that takes space in my mind. Fear, however, does. If anyone ever finds out…
I’m not sure I can live with what would happen to her. I can take care of myself, but with Rylie, she doesn’t deserve anything bad to come her way. Her naked, spent body is sprawled out beside me. At some point in the middle of the night, she rolled onto her stomach and looks so damn cute as she sleeps. The room remains fairly dark, but I can make out her features easily enough. Dark lashes fan down over her high cheekbones. I can’t see her freckles on her nose in the dim light, but I know they’re there. What I become fixated on, though, are her lips. Pink and plump and perfect.
My cock is erect and ready to play, but I’m not sure how she’ll feel this morning. Maybe she’ll have regrets. If she does, I’ll respect that. I love her and don’t want her to feel as though she’s made a mistake. It feels anything but a mistake for me. It feels like I finally did something right and for me. No more pleasing parents or coaches or teammates or girlfriends I didn’t love. Having Rylie is pure selfishness. I’ve given in to the thing I want most in the world.
And it feels fucking amazing.
I roll her over onto her back and kiss her bare breasts. It starts out innocent enough, but then I’m sucking and biting. Her moans and sharp breaths indicate she’s woken up. When her fingers thread into my hair, it’s the only encouragement I need. I make it my sole purpose to put as many love bites on her flesh as I can.
“I thought maybe you’d wake up and regret last night,” she says, her voice husky from sleep.
I release her skin from my teeth and frown. “Do you regret last night?”
“Hell no.”
“I don’t either. I want more.” I kiss down her stomach to her navel. “I told you that if I ever had you, I’d become crazed. I warned you, Rylie.”
She chuckles. “About time you got down to my level.”
I nip at her skin and she gasps. Pushing apart her thighs, I open her cunt up to me. Even in the dim lighting, I can tell it’s still red from taking a beating last night. She lets out a moan when I kiss her clit. Her scent is one that gets burned into my memory. I want to imbed it in my brain so I never forget.
