Page 24 of Beautiful Desire
Running my eyes down her body and back up to her face, I hold her gaze while I press the back of my hand to her chest, a smirk tugging on my lips as I say, “Is that why your heart is beating a mile a minute?” I lower my hand, palming her firm breast and gently squeezing. Her breath catches in her throat. “Or why your nipples are like glass against your shirt?” I hum, arching a brow. “If you really don’t want me, then look me in the eye and tell me your pussy isn’t soaking wet and throbbing right now, Peach. Tell me I’m wrong while you look me in the fucking eye.”
A long, low groan comes from Charley as she continues rubbing her pussy, watching her friend’s walls start to crumble. Eyelids fluttering, Georgia says nothing.
“That’s what I fucking thought,” I growl. With two fingers on her chin, I force her head back, gaze burning into me while I bring our lips a hair’s breadth apart. “You’re not fooling anyone, Peach, not even yourself, so give up the act already.”
Crashing my mouth to hers, Georgia groans, but there’s not an ounce of resistance as I part her soft, luscious lips and lick into her mouth, tongue gliding along hers for a long, heated moment before I pull back enough to look her in the eye again. Her gaze is still hard, but she doesn’t fight me when I ease her head back until it’s resting on the couch between Charley’s spread legs. “Tell me you honestly don’t want this, and I’ll stopright now. But if you don’t, I’m going to feast on your pussy until you’re shaking while you make your best friend come. Tell me to stop, Georgia.”
A long moment passes before her brows dip and the faintest of whimpers falls off her lips…but she doesn’t tell me to stop. My heart thrashes, dick throbbing, as I flick my gaze up to Charley. With a winning smirk, she throws her leg over Georgia’s head, turning her body around before dropping her pussy on my stepsister’s face. Hands flying up, Georgia grips Charley’s ass, fingers digging into the meaty flesh, and a second later, Charley drops her head back and breathes out a moan while rolling her hips and grinding against her tongue.
Unable to hold back any longer, I drop to my knees and pop open the button on Georgia’s pants, sliding the zipper down before tugging them over her ass. I chuckle darkly as she lifts up, allowing me to take them off easier. “You’re fucking desperate for your stepbrother’s tongue on your needy cunt, aren’t you, Peach?”
A groan rumbling in her chest, Georgia grips Charley’s ass tighter. After I toss the discarded pants behind me, I spread her thighs apart wider, wanting to take her in and catalog it all to memory. A groan rumbles in my throat as I spot the piercing that matches the one her friend has. Flicking the jewelry with my finger, my mouth waters at the glorious sight before me. A dark, trimmed patch of hair covers her mound, but she keeps her puffy lips bare. I rake my nails over the faded white stripes decorating the inside of her thighs, unable to take my eyes off her.
“Fuck, look at you, Peach. Such a pretty, fat pussy just begging for me to devour it.” Spreading her open with my thumbs, a bolt of heat shoots down my spine as I run a single finger through her glistening arousal. “And so fucking wet for me, too.”
Lying flat between her legs, I press her thighs open wider as I bring my nose to her slick cunt, eyes drifting shut when I deeply inhale her sweet, earthy aroma. As I breathe her in, filling my lungs with her divine scent, my cock twitches. Charley’s moans fill the air as she grinds on Georgia’s face, but it’s nothing more than muted noise to my ears as I circle Georgia’s swollen clit with the tip of my nose. It’s like a live wire ripples through my veins, making my entire body feel electrified.
Something feral and consumes me, rolling down my abdomen before settling in my full, aching balls, and I can’t hold back any longer. Asshole to clit, I run the flat of my tongue through her center, the taste of her hot, sticky juices erupting on my taste buds. Thighs flexing under my hands, Georgia lets out a throaty, muffled groan that fuels my ravenous hunger.
Closing my lips around her clit, I flick my tongue against the hardened bud before sucking on it, feeling her quiver. As I continue to alternate between the two, I slip my middle finger through her wetness, coating it before slowly sinking inside her. Her walls clench around me, her moans growing higher when I add a second digit. Unbridled lust swirls around in my head as I lose myself in her. Everything—Charley, the fucked-up situation I’m in, school, the outside world—all of it fades away, until there’s nothing except me, Georgia, and this intoxicating, visceral desire to do whatever it takes to keep her moaning and writhing the way she is.
I’m drunk off my fuckingstepsister, and no matter how fucked up it may be, nothing—and I meannothing—has ever tasted sweeter than her shattered resolve and this perfect fucking cunt. Like she did to Charley, I continue to flick and swirl my tongue over her clit while fucking her with deep, slow thrusts, curling my fingers and massaging the spongy pad along her upper wall. Homed in to her every reaction, I increase speed, picking up on the way her stomach dips and flexes, how herthighs quake, fighting against my grip to close, and the way her moans become louder and more desperate the rougher I get.
Her pussy is fuckingdrenched, getting wetter by the minute, and I greedily slurp it all up, eager for more. My hips grind into the floor of their own accord, the friction against my stiff, pulsing cock sending a burst of pleasure through my body. I relish all of Georgia’s pleasure, knowing I’m the one giving it to her. My skin buzzes as the heat builds low in my spine, and the louder and needier Georgia becomes, the more euphoric I feel.
The sound of my fingers pounding into her, paired with the combined cries of Georgia and Charley as they both get closer, is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. Something fervid swims through my veins, gripping me like a vise as I chase this feeling. Charley drops her head forward, cries becoming quicker as her release crashes into her, and I double down, knowing Georgia right on the edge. As soon as Charley finishes and climbs off Georgia, dropping onto the couch, Georgia arches her back, muscles tensing as I feel her let go. Reaching down, she grabs a fistful of my hair, unabashedly grinding her pussy against my face as she chases her release, taking exactly what she needs from me.
“Oh, fuck,” she gasps. “I’m gonna come! Fuck, don’t stop!”
Her tight cunt contracts around my fingers, pulsing with each wave as it crashes into her, and as soon as she throws her head back and cries out, I lose it. My nuts tighten, drawing up to my body as the pressure grows more intense with each moan and gasping breath coming from my stepsister until I can’t hold on any longer. My cock throbs, pulsing vigorously with ropes of hot, sticky cum, making a mess inside my pants. It keeps going as I lick up every last drop of Georgia’s orgasm, only stopping when it gets to be too much for her, and she pushes me away.
Once it’s over, all three of us sit up, nobody saying anything. The air gets tense; the only sound in the room is all of uscatching our breath. Charley moves first, standing a minute later as she swipes her pants off the couch, then Georgia gets up and does the same, refusing to even look in my direction. As much as I thoroughly fucking enjoyed what just happened, I also can’t deny how awkward it feels now that it’s over. Now that reality has set in.
Hyperaware of the jizz starting to dry against my skin, I’m the next to stand, wanting to hop in the shower and clean myself up, while also putting us all out of our misery. Giving a two-finger salute, I huff out a dry chuckle and say, “Well, it’s been fun, y’all. Goodnight.”
In the shower, I replay the entire thing in my mind over and over, reeling over the fact that it even happened in the first place. I almost can’t wrap my head around it. This was basically my teenage dream come to life.Holy shit.I stand under the stream for so long, the water eventually runs cold, and by the time I dry off and stroll out of the bathroom, Charley’s gone and Georgia’s hidden away in her room.
Well, this oughta be interesting come tomorrow.
11
Georgia
From: Alden St. James
To: Georgia Astor
Subject: Weekly Update
Good evening Georgia,
Given that I have not heard from you for our weekly update this week, I’m going to assume things are going well. Even if that is the case, I still expect to hear from you weekly.
Best,
Alden
Ugh,he’s insufferable. I can’t believe I’m even going to say this, but I think he’s even worse than Fletcher. The reason I never emailed him this week is because I don’t know what the hell to say. “Your son went down on me after he watched me eat out my best friend. Talk next week!”I should’ve known he’d reach out if he hadn’t heard from me.
