Page 2 of Paradise

“Okay,” Sara says loudly, pushing her chair back and standing up, bringing our attention back to her. “I’m going to work. See you after school.”

She drops a kiss to the top of my head as she passes, then presses one to Carson’s cheek as he breezes by her to sit back down.

“Thanks for breakfast, Mom!” Carson calls out to her once he’s sitting down again, using his fork to cut into the pancake on his plate.

I grab my coffee, swirling it around in the glass with the straw, and once Sara has walked outside and closed the front door behind her, I put it back down before getting up. I push myself between Carson and the table, throwing my leg over his lap so I can straddle him.

He drops his fork onto his plate so he can grab my waist with his big hands, and I find his blue eyes darkening as I lean forward to kiss him.

Threading my fingers into his hair, I slip my tongue into his mouth to taste him, a moan vibrating through my throat as the taste of syrup andCarsonfloods me.

I pull back a centimeter. “You taste good.”

He grins, pushing his chair back with his strong legs before standing up, pushing his plate to the side and placing me down on the table in its place. “I bet you taste even better.”

My core heats as he drops to his knees in front of me, his hands sliding underneath my dress to drag my panties down my legs and over my shoes before he throws them over his shoulder. His hands wrap around my hips, and he pulls me forward until I’m on the edge of the table with my legs up on his shoulders.

“Always so fucking desperate for me,” I taunt him from above, resting back on my elbows to watch him with a smirk pulling up my lips.

He pops an eyebrow, humor and pleasure sparkling in his eyes. “Oh, my little bratdefinitelyneeds a punishment this morning.”

Pressing forward between my legs, he licks through my slit a few times, making me throw my head back on a moan from the sensation. But then he’s leaning back and pushing to a stand, leaving me feeling empty.

Before I can even complain, he’s grabbing my arms and pulling me from the table to stand before him. Spinning me around, he pushes my head down until I’m bent with my face against the wood between our breakfast plates.

Using one hand, he pulls my dress up so my lower half is exposed, then he slaps his free hand down against my skin, creating a ripple of stings to spread across my ass.

I cry out, my head lifting from the table, just a little.

“Do you want another?” he asks darkly, rubbing his palm against my ass.

My chest heaves. “Yes.”

He doesn’t warn me, just slaps his hand down on my ass again, in the same spot as before. I moan loud, spreading my arms so I can grab onto the edge of the table.

“That’s all you’ve got, baby?” I taunt breathlessly, my lips tipping up at the sides.

I hear him chuckle behind me as he undoes his pants, and once his cock is pressing to my entrance, he smacks my ass again. Pushing forward slowly to fill me, he continues to slap my ass—over and over and over again.

My fingers grip harder, moans crawling from my throat as tingles of pain and aches of pleasure spread over my body.

Once he’s fully seated inside me, he stops.

“How’s that, baby?” he asks, lust coating his voice as he rubs the skin of his palms across my ass to spread me wider for him. “Are you ready to behave?”

I bite my lip, nodding my head against the table. “Yes, Carson.”

He pulls his hips back, removing himself from inside me before he drops to his knees once more.

“That’s my good fucking girl,” he breathes against my cunt.

My core tightens as he enters me with his tongue, only once, before removing it. “So fucking wet, Logan. Do you want to come all over your big brother’s mouth?”

I moan, nodding my head, even though he can’t see me. “Yes, Carson. Please.”

“Spread your legs for me, baby.” He presses forward again, licking me like a lollipop from behind as I do as he says, spreading my legs as far as they’ll go in my compromising position.

He devours me then, sucking and licking my pussy to send me barreling towards my climax. I yell out my pleasure, gripping the table with white knuckles to keep myself upright, pleasure running through me in waves that have me greedily sucking down air.

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