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Dipping my head down between her thighs, she gasps as I lap up her juices, licking her folds as she bucks her hips against my mouth.
“Luke,” she whimpers, her voice broken in every way.
She tastes fucking incredible, and I growl like an animal as I flick my tongue against her clit. Every time I do, she cries out. I can feel the pre-cum seeping out of my cock.
I insert a finger inside her tight pussy, and she levitates off the bed, moaning. Sweeping my tongue along her slit, she arches her back further.
“Luke.” She chants my name frantically. I need some friction on my cock—she makes me feel like I haven’t eaten in days. “Oh, fuck,” she whispers, her legs shaking against my shoulders as I insert a second finger.
Curving them slightly, I feel for the soft, fleshy area that I know will elicit a reaction from her. When I find it, I rub both fingers against it, up and down, as she inhales sharply and swears under her breath.
I have to work to contain my chuckle.
She begins to drive into my hand, and I speed up my tempo—rubbing the fleshy spot inside of her while I lick and lap up the wetness everywhere else.
She cries out and I feel her pussy squeeze my fingers, fluttering lightly at first, and then a tight grip as she begins to come in my mouth.
“Oh my god,” she cries out, looking at me with a frenzied expression.
I feel powerful—like I’m commanding her body to my will, doing the things I’ve dreamed of doing for years. Each thrust of my hand brings her closer, and each movement has her gripping me harder. I move my fingers inside of her, massaging the fleshy wall, and she loses it.
Riding my hand, she bucks her hips and writhes up and down, mumbling something unintelligible as her eyes roll into the back of her head. I grin as she soaks my hand, licking her and tasting her orgasm on my tongue. The walls of her pussy squeeze me, pulsing rhythmically as my tongue flicks her cunt.
God, I could do this all day, every day.
My cock is so hard it begins to hurt. Langley stops twitching just as I remove my fingers. Her eyes watch me as I lick my fingers clean. I can tell my face is still wet from her, and she looks up at me in awe, her eyes dark.
“Let me fuck you,” I growl. “I don’t think I can take another minute of not being inside of your pussy.”
She opens her legs wide in response, and I have to bite my fist to keep from exploding inside of my pants.
CHAPTEREIGHTEEN
LANGLEY
Why doesn’tthis feel weird? Why does it feel natural to be doing this with him? I was so afraid of changing our relationship, but that doesn’t seem to have happened. Instead, I feel like this is something we should’ve done a long time ago.
Whatever tension was in the air last night and earlier is gone, replaced by something I can’t quite put my finger on. Luke’s face is softer as he removes his pants, stroking himself as he walks over.
Vulnerable.
We’re both vulnerable right now, both crossing that boundary together.
I never thought I’d be in this position—legs spread, watching as Luke works his cock. There’s resignation written all over his face, and I’m sure I share the same expression.
I spread my legs wider as he climbs between them. He’s warm, and his large frame fits perfectly between my legs. His eyes find mine, and gone is the fervent need, the animalistic wanting. Instead, he’s watching me with exposed reverence—like he knows there’s no going back now.
Like he’s been wanting to do this for a very, very long time.
Kissing me softly, the tip of his cock plays at my opening. I move my hips, silently asking him to thrust into me, but he just stays on top of me—playing with my lips, brushing a piece of hair out of my face. His nose nuzzles mine, and I groan with frustration.
“I really enjoy kissing you,” he says into my mouth, and I smile against his lips. His breath smells good—sweet, almost. His soft, plush lips are so easy to kiss, and I can’t get over the smell of his shampoo—the scent of eucalyptus.
“I enjoy kissing you, too,” I answer, running my arms over his muscled biceps. I knew he had muscles—he played football in high school—but I never thought I’d get a first-class ticket to feeling them, to stroking his coarse skin, to seeing them up close. His whole body is a work of art—like someone cut him from a piece of stone. He feels strong, hefty—like he could pick me up and carry me around. And I like that.
“Ready?” he asks, and I feel the head of his shaft start to push into me.
I nod, swallowing. Look, I’m no virgin, but this is Luke—my stepbrother. “Wait,” I say quickly, pushing him away. “Do you want to use a condom?”
