Page 19 of Beautiful Desire
Hisdick and balls, more specifically.
Holy. Fuck.
After a moment, the phone dims, and even though I’m all alone in my room and nobody is witnessing this, my cheeks flame with mortification from the speed in which I tap a finger on the screen to stop it from darkening.
I. Can’t. Look. Away.
My mouth literally fuckingsalivatesthe longer I stare at the picture—at his full, smooth balls, and the thick shaft that leads to a fat, bulbous tip a few shades darker than the rest of him. Clenching my jaw, I let my head fall back onto my shoulders as a groan vibrates in my throat. A potent mixture of annoyance and something far more illicit washes over me as I stare up at the ceiling, wondering what I did to deserve such an unfairness, because there’s no denying how nice that dick—Fletcher’s dick—is, and Ireallydidn’t need to know that. Didn’t need to know that my stepbrother is veiny, or that he’s packing an impressive girth.
It’s always the arrogant assholes.
Chewing on my lower lip while I do my best to ignore the blazing heat swimming in my gut, I pick up the phone and zoom in on the glistening bead of pre-cum pooling from the slit.Goddamn,it’s twisted how badly I want to lick it up and have the flavor erupt on my taste buds.This is so fucking wrong.When I zoom out, that’s when I notice the little icon in the upper left-hand corner. I’d love to say there was at least a little contemplation aboutnotactivating the live photo…
But that would be a lie.
Clearly, opening this message effectively eradicated all my shame and logic because, like a cat in heat, I press my finger down on the screen and watch the picture come to life for a brief couple of seconds. Fletcher’s hand glides down the length of his impressive cock before gripping himself at the base.
As if this isn’t bad enough, I watch it again…
And again…
And again.
I watch my stepbrother stroke himself in two second increments, practically foaming at the mouth,four fucking times, my pussy throbbing and getting more wet by the second. When I finally lock the damn phone and toss it on the other sideof the bed, I’m so horny, the breeze from the fan could probably make me come.
This is now the second time I’ve gotten turned on because of Fletcher, and it’s ridiculous. None of it makes any sense. I don’t even like the guy, yet here I am…clit swollen and hard, cunt pulsing with this fervid type of ache. This fierce and unruly desire to be filled—except it isn’t just that.
It’s wanton.
A blazing wildfire, starting deep in my core and spreading throughout my limbs, dipping into every crevice. It fills me with such an intense need, sucking the air from my lungs and making my head swim.
It’s overwhelming.
Back pressed up against the headboard, I slide down until I’m lying flat and staring up at the ceiling, like it holds the answers and the self-control I desperately need to grasp onto. I cannot get myself off.
Not when it would beFletcher’sdick flashing behind my eyelids.
Not when I know I’d be imaginingmy stepbrother’sfat cock sinking into my dripping wet pussy—stretching itso damn goodand filling it to the brink—as my back is arched and chest flat on the bed while he pounds into me from the back, with his big, bouncy balls slapping against my clit rhythmically, deliciously, sending electric shock waves of pleasure all through my system.
I can’t do it.
A whimper falls from my mouth as I squeeze my thighs together, trying to relieve some of the ache, but it doesn’t help. At all.
You know what…Fuck it.
Sliding my hand across my abdomen, I push the hem of my shirt up and my panties to the side, breathing out a quiet butthroaty moan as I press two fingers against my throbbing clit and massage it slowly.
“Fuck,” I gasp as I apply more pressure.
I can indulge in this deranged fantasyjust this once, and nobody has to know. Hell, I don’t even have to think about it once I’m finished, so who cares?
Although…the idea of him knowing has my pussy clenching. Thinking of him in his room, stroking that big, fat cock while somehow knowing I’m touching myself at the same time, turns me on way more than it should. It’s fucking twisted. I shouldn’t be thinking about this. Shouldn’t be thinking abouthim, but I am.God,I am, and quickly rubbing my clit isn’t going to be enough. I need to be filled…and with more than just my fingers.
This is so wrong.
The arousal thrumming inside me is so damn potent, I can practically taste it on the tip of my tongue.Nobody has to know, I remind myself one more time before feverously shoving my panties off and tossing them to the side. Leaning over, I reach into my bedside table and grab the dildo I keep in there, knowing it’s not what I truly want, but it’ll do the job.
I run the purple toy through my lips and over my swollen clit, getting it nice and slick before lining up the tip and sinking into my dripping, throbbing pussy. A long, low moan vibrates in the back of my throat as my walls clench around the thickness of the silicone cock. I pull it all the way out, dragging it up through my lips and over my clit again before easing back in, going nice and slow at first until I can’t take it anymore. Squeezing my eyes shut, a filthy, tantalizing movie plays in my mind. A desire I shouldn’t indulge in but couldn’t stop even if I tried.
