Page 27 of Blood
Kaleb’s large body folds over mine, his hot breath hits my face a second before his hips hit mine. “I know exactly who you are,” he growls.
His body plunges into mine with one solid stroke. His thick cock knocks what little air I have in my body out.
My mouth opens with a silent scream.
Holy fuck.
I suck in air when he retreats, but his hips slam against my ass, quickly forcing it from my body. Over and over. Kaleb thrusts his large cock into me. Frantic, almost mean.
Our moans mix with the sound of our hips meeting.
The rug is rough against my cheek, and the friction is harsh. Turning my head, I push up onto my hands, shoving my hips back to meet Kaleb thrust for thrust.
“Kaleb, stop,” I order, but even as the words leave my mouth, I rock back, needing more of him.
“Stop, huh?” He chuckles. The large hands gripping my hips move. His left hand slides up my ribs, beneath my yellow top, and around to grab my breast, squeezing tightly and then releasing. Every time his palm rubs my nipple, it sends a shock of pleasure to my clit. His right hand holds my right shoulder. Using the leverage it gives him, Kaleb yanks me back onto him with so much force that it’s painful.
“It doesn’t feel like you want me to stop,” he pants. His body folds over mine, and his hands bracket me in. “No,” he breathes in my ear, “it feels like you want me to keep fucking this wet pussy.”
His hips never stop. My inner walls contract at his words.
Desperate sounds leave me. This is so wrong, but fuck, I need him.
“No, no, no.” I shake my head, but my body’s actions contradict my words as we work together, desperate to find the finish line.
Kaleb pulls his chest away from my back, tangling his hand in my hair. My neck strains when he pulls the fistful of blond locks.
“Yes, yes, yes,” he chants, fucking me. “This is happening, you and me. That dick inside you is mine, those moans you’re making are mine. The cum I’ll fill you with is mine. You’re mine, Samantha. Always have been, always will be.”
His words, the smell, the sound, it’s all too much. The hand on my hip slides under me. His middle finger barely touches my clit, but it’s enough. One minute, I’m hanging on the edge of something powerful, and the next, I’m flying.
This time, my scream isn’t silent. It pierces the air at the same time Kaleb’s cum fills me. His roar continues as he pumps everything he has into me. My body tenses, and my womanhood quivers.
Tears leak out as his essence spills down my inner thigh.
My upper body collapses in relief and grief, and with my forehead resting on my arms, my body is rocked back and forth.
Biting my wrist, I try to smother my sobs.
One final grunt sounds behind me, and Kaleb stills. His hands settle on my hips, the soft caress of his thumbs on my ass a completely one-eighty to the way he touched me just seconds before.
I fucked Kaleb. I fucked my brother.
The thought sets off another round of sobs.
Cries and panting fill the room.
I can’t catch my breath.
“I’m done fighting this, Sam.”
His cock starts to leave me, but he slowly pushes it back in.
“That’s my cum,” he tells me as semen drips out around his manhood. “That’s my pussy, and you’re my woman.”
His words make my body heat, and the pulse in my clit starts anew. A war rages inside me, my mind and body on opposite sides.
Our groans echo as he pulls from my used body. I cringe as my inner walls continue to pulse. I feel empty and lost without him.
