Page 47 of Little Liar
She can barely breathe, her pupils dilating even further, and I grind my teeth to dust as she rocks her hips against me. She does it again, and again, and a third time, watching me as my hand tightens around her throat to cut off her air.
Olivia trying to take control is cute. In all fairness, she’s been the one controlling us from the start, but this is my turn.
Not being able to breathe doesn’t scare her, even though I can see pressure behind her glazed eyes. She keeps moving against me, keeps dragging herself up and down the underside of my dick.
She whimpers out a choked cough as I release her throat and rip her dress right down the front, exposing her braless chest and baby blue panties.
Soaked, as expected.
She gasps as I snap off her underwear and pocket the material, then drag my fingers up her pussy, spreading her, nipping her clit between them. She’s so wet, so needy, and I think I might pass out if I don’t feel what it’s like to be inside her.
I lean up and tug down the zip of my combats, freeing my hard, thick cock that’s already leaking with precum.
“If anyone sees us…”
I’ll blind them and hit them hard enough to forget what they saw.
Laughing, she goes to wrap her fingers around my cock, but I snatch her wrist then take the other. A breath falls from her lips and touches my own as I pin both hands above her head.
I line our bodies up, but nerves start to take over as I grind my cock against her pussy, feeling the heat, the warmth, the way she’s already ready for me.
My precum and her wetness mix together, making the underside of my cock slide against her too fucking perfectly. The piercings rub her clit. She moans, tries to free her hands, but I grip them harder and thrust faster.
“This is so wrong,” she says, gasping as I keep grinding into her. “Wanting you.” She gasps again, rocking up to meet my thrusts, my tip nearly pushing into her. “My big brother.”
Groaning inwardly, I close my eyes. Whenever she calls me her brother during some sort of sexual act, I nearly come all over her. It’s wrong. It’s deranged. Fucked up to want to feel the inside of your baby sister. But Olivia is mine, so I deserve to know what it feels like to have her come around my cock. I deserve to hear her cry my name while I fill her with every drop of me.
I lower my head and kiss her.
It’s not soft or gentle, or anything romantic. We devour each other like we’re starved, tongue and teeth and lips and moans, breathing each other in as my dick nearly pushes into her.
“Malachi,” she whispers against my lips as my swollen head settles at her entrance, desperate to ease in, to thrust. One push and I’ll be hers forever. “Not yet.”
I let go of one of her wrists, and she automatically lowers it between us and grabs my cock, stroking it while the tip stays pressed against her entrance. I can barely move, inhale, anything as she slips her tongue into my mouth and strokes me from base to tip.
Every few strokes, she reaches the tip and rubs her hand, covered in my precum and her own wetness, over her clit and circles it.
We’re both melting into one another as she continues. Stroking. Kissing. Rubbing. She cries into my mouth when she comes, and I feel her cunt quivering against the head of my cock, and it only drives me straight into my own release. Pulses of cum coat her pussy the exact same way it did when I messed with her sleeping form, and I watch as she slides her fingers inside, pushing my cum in and moaning, still in her high.
Fuck.
“I might have messed up,” Mason tells me.
I inwardly sigh and lean my forearms on my handles, pulling up my visor so he can see my eyes. I raise a brow, needing him to elaborate, though I’m sure I already know what he’s going to say.
“Abigail.” He throws his leg over his bike, fixing his helmet on while his mother tells him to drive safely. He waves her off. “She won’t talk to me.”
And?I reply.
“I’m starting to think she really is only using me for a good fuck.”
I silently tut and shake my head. He’s been so damn hung up on the girl since my mother’s birthday party. He either shows up at her work, outside her cheer practice, or stalks her social media until he gets her on her own and somehow gets her into bed. It’s tiring to watch, even though it’s only been a few weeks.
Mason gets bored easily, so I’m waiting it out. The next person to pique his interest will take over, and Abigail will be forgotten.
I’m the total opposite from Mason. I was created for one girl and one girl only. The thought of even thinking about another person makes me uncomfortable as fuck. I would never betray myself or Olivia by entertaining someone else.
I can still see the way she lay beneath me in the woods. How she pushed my cum into her and made me lose my mind. It almost makes me want to drug her again, just so I can continuously fuck her, to watch my cum leak from her cunt until she’s carrying my offspring. However, she might not like that—I feel like that’s something I definitely need permission for.
