Page 36 of Little Liar
I snatch her wrists and pin them above her head, using my hold on her to keep her in place as I grind the underside of my cock between her legs—she whimpers; sinks her teeth into my lip until it hurts.
She rips the skin, making us both taste copper as a trail of blood drips from my small wound.
It’s not sore, but it aches, and for some reason, the pain has me growing even harder while I lean up, watching her as I drag my cock against her core. Her moans are driving me insane—I might accidentally make her pass out from how tightly I’m gripping her throat.
She moans louder, and I have to cover her mouth. Our mom is next door painting with music playing, probably too loud to actually hear us, but I can’t take any risks. Doing this, and being caught, is a one-way ticket out of this house, and it’s the only thing keeping Olivia strapped to me.
Whimpering into my palm, she meets each thrust, her eyes rolling, and she tenses up everywhere when I lower to her throat and sink my teeth into her flesh. I suck on the skin, tasting her, devouring her, her muscles going rigid. She’s seconds from release, but I’m not ready for this to be over.
I flip us until she’s on top, straddling my thighs—her towel gone, so I can get a full, perfect view of her body.
The body I own.
Before I can take control, Olivia fists my hair and brings her mouth back to mine. I touch everywhere I can. Her hips, her breasts, her thighs, her neck and face. My tongue moves with hers, following her, copying her, and she starts rocking her hips, grinding herself down on my cock. Needing more friction, I grab a fistful of hair at the back of her head and drag her down harder,firmer, until she’s lightly groaning when I suck on her throat again.
This is the most explicit kissing lesson I’ve ever heard of. We went from our lips touching to seconds from fucking within minutes.
We must have that much chemistry. We’re going to screw like rabbits soon, if not now.
“I can show you how to do this,” she says, taking my hand and guiding it between us. She presses my fingers to her clit, teaching me because she has so much fucking experience.
The more she talks, the more she shows me how to circle my fingers around her clit, the more a dagger buries into my chest and buries deep.
Does that mean she’s been touched by someone who isn’t me?
I stop kissing her and look down between us, imagining someone else doing it. It’s not my hand; it’s someone else’s, and I have to grit my teeth and blink so I can see my own hand again.
Why is there pressure behind my eyes? Why, while I pleasure my sister, do I feel like running out of this room and finding who the fuck has touched her before?
“Have you done this before?”
Fuck. I need to lie again. Or should I tell her the truth? I can’t look up at her—I watch my fingers circle her clit as I shake my head.
“Girls love this,” she continues, making me want to murder someone. “Do it while you kiss them. If you do it right, you can make a girl come on your fingers.” Despite my apparent inexperience, she whimpers so loud, I fear for our privacy. “Fuck, yes. Just like that, Malachi.”
I guess, in a way, I am inexperienced. I’ve only fucked around with her body a few times since the first time I drugged her. I’ve licked her, had my tongue inside her, and even nearly tongue-fucked her ass.
I kiss her again to stop her asking any more questions. Harder. Taking her throat because I love how she sounds when she struggles to breathe—I love having control of her life force, not that I’d ever risk it.
“Faster,” she moans. “You’re doing so good.”
Maybe, just maybe, she’ll let me fuck her tonight. And maybe, just maybe, I don’t use protection. And maybe, just maybe, she’ll fall pregnant and never be able to leave me.
Irrational, but realistic.
Fuck. No. That’s ridiculous.
“Malachi,” she gasps as I pinch her clit between my fingertips. “You’re making me so wet.”
Her pussy rocks against my fingers until she sinks down on them a little, and though I’ve already fucked her with my fingers and thought it was heaven, having her lucid and awake and moaning above me has me nearly coming in my boxers from the feel of her.
I need my clothes off. My dick is rubbing against her ass with each gyration of her hips, deepening my fingers, and I need to go further. Anything. My balls ache, my lip is pulsing from her biting me, and I think I’m falling more in love with my sister every time she drops her hips onto my fingers.
Her eyes are glazing over, her pussy tightening around my fingers, and I know from before that she’s about to reach her euphoria. I grab her neck, kiss her, her moans against my tongue making precum leak from my tip.
I’d fuck her ass. I love her ass. Imagine having my cock inside it?
I want to so badly.
