Page 195 of The Invite
“Why? Is she not allowed or something?”
“The door is locked.”
“Oh!” An amused smile tilts her lips, before she teases, “Doesn’t she know how to break into rooms like her brother?”
“Fortunately, no.”
“Thank goodness.”
“Though she has skills of her own.”
“Of course.” She snorts.
She resumes her tour of my closet when suddenly her gaze latches on to something. I immediately know what caught her attention as she runs to the shelf opposite her and digs it out.
“Oh my god! You didn’t burn my clothes.”
I suppress a smile.
Lifting the bag in which I packed her meager belongings, she raises an eyebrow in question. I answer with a shrug, “I guess I forgot to set them on fire. We can do it together.”
She balks at my suggestion and shakes her head, clutching the bag to her chest protectively. “You had your chance, mister.”
“I’m not letting you wear them again,” I say as I cross the room.
“But I like a few of them,” she protests, digging inside. A cute frown mars her forehead a second before her eyes snap to mine. “Why are my panties missing?”
“I jacked off in them every night after returning from your place.”
Her jaw drops.
Snatching the bag from her grip, I aimlessly throw it away and back her onto the shelves. Caging her with my arms, I drop my voice an octave and paint her a vivid picture. “Since you live inside my head twenty-four seven, my cock would be hard again as soon as I got home. Except, I can’t come unless your scent is in my lungs and your taste is on my tongue. So, I used the next best thing. I’d spit on the silk, imagining it was your juices, before wrapping it around my shaft. I’d fuck my fist while pretendingit was your tight cunt I was fucking until I came all over your panties.”
Her pupils dilate with every tiny detail, goosebumps dancing along her skin with each filthy word. A swallow works its way down her throat as she squeezes her thighs together.
Reaching between them, a groan climbs from deep inside my chest at the wetness I find. Nessa whimpers when I stroke her folds. Her knees almost give out when I swirl her arousal around her clit.
Her small hand latches onto my bicep as I press two fingers inside her pussy. A needy sound joins the thrusting slap of my wrist as I set a ruthless pace.
“Ahh… August,” she whimpers prettily.
“If you were with me while I jacked off, I’d make you lick my cum off of them after I finished.”
“Oh umm!”
I add another finger in her tight channel. “I bet I can make you do it right now. There’s one lying in my bathroom, you know. I fucked it this morning.”
Her face flushes and etches in pleasure, her bottom lip trapped between her teeth as she tries to stifle her moans. My girl is a screamer.
“Will you clean them with your sweet mouth, little prey?”
“Yes!” she gasps.
“Are you going to eat my cum like a hungry little slut?”
“Yes… anyth—”
A loud bang on my door cuts her off mid-speech. She stills, like a deer caught in the headlights, when the voice of my sister comes through.
