Page 26 of Reindeer and Restraints
"How could you fuck my little sister, Walker? You know how I feel about guys who fuck and duck."
"That's not what this is." Walker's jaw ticks. "I have a ring."
He flips open the box, the diamonds glinting under the Christmas lights.
Jeremy stares, speechless.
I won't let him steal the spotlight. "And so do I." I nod at the velvet box on the floor, kicked aside in the frenzy.
"Is this some kind of joke?" Jeremy asks.
Jolene shakes her head. "No joke. It's my dream. Both of them."
He gapes at her like she's speaking in tongues.
My balls ache, my patience is fraying. "Like I said, Jeremy, you're interrupting. We'll hash this out later." I jerk my chin toward the door.
Jolene asks, "Can you please keep Jane for another hour or so, but call or knock before you come in next time."
He hesitates. "I’m not ever coming in this house without knocking again. Won’t even glance in a window." He grimaces, shakes his head, and is out the door.
I yank Jolene back against me. "Now, where were we?"
She grins wickedly. "You were about to claim me and then share me."
I glance at Walker, who nods as if consenting to waiting, despite his pants being tented.
Jolene's fingers hook the bottom of my shirt, peeling it off, then trailing her fingers over my chest and abs before removing the rest of my clothes. I strip her slowly, savoring every inch of the body that I feared was off limits.
She sinks to her knees, eyes upturned and hungry. Not where I thought we'd start.
"Open," I growl.
Her lips part, tongue flicking out as she takes me in. I don't want to know how she got so good at this. I'll assume she's a natural. The vibration as she moans rips a groan from my throat. She bobs, hands gripping my hips, nails digging in. I thread my fingers through her hair, trying to control her.
You can't control the storm.
Too good, too much, too fast. "Fuck, I'm—" I spill down her throat, my fingers working her head on my shaft.
That's not how I wanted my first time with her to go—coming before her, but I'll make up for it.
She swallows around me and slowly pulls off, but my cum trails down her chin. I brush a thumb over it to clean her but she grabs my wrist, guides me into her mouth and sucks it clean.
I laugh, mostly from shock, and lean her down onto the blanket. I spread her thighs, diving in with my tongue lapping her juices from her clit. My fingers plunging deep inside of her.
My cock is already hard again, ready to fill her from this end. She will be marked as mine, but not until I make her come with my mouth first.
She arches, gasps, and when I hit a rhythm, she cries out, her release coating my face, filling my mouth with her sweetness.
Letting her catch her breath, I crawl up her body, my gaze never leaving hers. I slide my aching cock into her. She's so tight, but slicked by her release. I don't allow myself to think about other reasons she might be slick inside, why she tasted a little salty.
We rock in unison as my thrusts grow harder and faster. Her nails rake over my back, marking me as hers. I'll wear the streaks as a badge of honor.
I grind deep, bringing her cries to a fever pitch while I hang on by a thread. Her sweet cunt tightens around me.
"That's right. Come on Daddy's cock." The words are out of my mouth before I realize I've said them. Too many romances. Too many kinks unlocked. Maybe she didn't hear.
Or maybe she liked it. Her body spasms as her climax unfolds, drawing me into euphoria with her. Our combined release spills out with each thrust. Our mingled scents of salty and sweet fill the air.
