Page 114 of Little Liar
Base swerves out of the drive, knocking Olivia into my side and dragging a groan from me because she hit my stitches.
“We need to get you to Barry as quickly as possible,” Base says when I struggle to talk or sign. “The tracker is disabled. He can cut it out.”
Her lips part, and her eyes widen.
“Really?”
“Yes. Now stop distracting me so I can drive.”
Breathless, we turn to stare at each other, a spark hitting her eyes as she lets out a soft cry and climbs onto my lap, grabbing my face and kissing me.
It’s not gentle. It’s brutal. The harsh presses of her mouth claim my lips before she desperately shoves her tongue into my mouth and devours me, a moan vibrating between our chests.
Her hand presses to where my wound is, and I wince. She pauses and looks down, then lifts her eyes to stare at me.
“Don’t stop,” I mouth and pull her lips back to mine.
The car swerves again, headlights shining through the back window as Tobias follows. She’s swallowing each breath from me, kissing me harder as her tongue lashes against my own.
She’s rocking her hips, and I’m not stopping her. I don’t give a fuck that Base is here or that he’s witnessing all of this. I need my girl, and I think she needs me just as much.
Her hand hits the window as Base swerves again, keeping her balance as my cock hardens beneath her.
“I need you,” she breathes. “Please let me have you.”
I pull my head back, shoving the fabric of her dress up to her hips and snapping the underwear clean off her body, making her whimper.
Dropping my hand between her legs, I kiss her once more as I press my thumb to her clit, sinking two fingers inside her until she rides my hand, gasping as she moves.
Her hands leave my shoulders, and she rushes to get my belt undone, pulling at the buttons and freeing my hard, thick, fucking aching dick. She strokes it once, twice, three times, and my balls tingle. I don’t think I’ll last long. I’ve been deprived of her for a month—I can’t even remember the last time I came without it being in her pussy or her mouth.
We don’t have much time. This needs to be quick. Imagine pulling up at the safehouse with our father waiting, and I’m balls deep in my sister?
I grab one of her hips, lining my tip to her entrance, then slam her down on me. So tight and wet and fucking mine.
Unprotected. She’s not on birth control anymore, but I don’t care. I’ll gladly watch my cum fill her and breed the shit out of her.
My cock buries in her soaking cunt over and over again.
We share sloppy yet desperate kisses while she fucks me, then she sinks her teeth into my lip and cries silently, nearly falling off my lap when Base takes a sharp right.
It hurts me, my side burning, but I don’t give a fuck. I keep going, feeling the stitches pulling and tearing. Blood soaks into my shirt. I look down, touching my side, and see blood on myhand, but instead of stopping her, I grab her face and stain it red, bringing her down on my cock harder, faster, ignoring Base in front trying to get us to the destination on time.
“Tell me you love me,” Olivia gasps into my mouth. “In case we don’t make it in time. I need to hear you tell me you love me.”
“I love you, little sister,” I reply, my words still a little unpracticed. “And I’ll tell you every single fucking day after this.”
I pull back, watching her ride my cock while I sign,I love you now. I loved you yesterday. When we were kids. When we were teens. When you had me thrown in jail and when I found you again. I’ll love you tomorrow. Next month. Next year. When you’re mothering my child. And when we’re old and gray, I’ll love you even more, because I’ll have had a fucking lifetime to fall more and more in love with you. Is that enough for you, Olivia? Do you need more from me?
“You’ve always been enough.” A tear slips down her cheek. “I want every moment with you.”
“Huh?” I hear Base say, then he swears under his breath and knocks the mirror to block any reflection. “Fucking hell. Really? It’s a race for life and you’re deep inside your sister?”
“Yes,” I breathe against her lips. “But I want to be deeper.”
I snatch her lip between my teeth and groan as she sinks down to the hilt, her fingers sliding into my hair and tugging until it hurts, probably nearly as much as the opening wound on my side. Even after taking a bullet to the chest a month ago, a blade to the lung, I’m not letting any of them stop me from driving my cock up into my girl and watching her head fall back on a moan.
“Faster,” I order with a forced breath against her throat. “Fuck me faster.”
