Page 5 of Cupid's Arrow

“Fuck. I’m sorry.” I don’t even get a chance to ask what he is sorry about. He grabs me and pulls me into his lap, wrapping his arms around me like a blanket made out of steel. “I’m sorry,” he repeatedly whispers into my hair.

I bury my face in the crook of his neck and snake my arms around his torso as much as I can. He smells freshly showered, but his musky taste is still on my tongue. I’m so dazed with happiness that I keep forgetting to ask what the hell he’s sorry about. I’m also a little bit scared to ask because I don’t want him to not hold me the way he’s holding me right now. Like I’m this precious little thing he needs to protect and love.

And that’s all I’ve ever wanted.

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ARROW

I’m the worst person that has ever lived. My sweet Corinne, innocent, gentle, and kind. My best friend’s little sister, and I just treated her like a whore.

Sorry, doesn’t even cover it, but I still repeat it in hopes she will forgive me. With her face buried against my neck and her arms holding my torso, she clings to me as if I could protect her from the monster inside. Or maybe she just can’t bear looking at me anymore.

I gently pry her off my lap, making her sit up straight, so I can see her face. My shirt has wiped away her tears, but her eyes are still watery. Her lips are swollen, her hair is a mess, and her cheeks are as red as the little flowers on her dress. The only thing I didn’t expect is the loving and content gaze in her eyes.

“Why do you keep saying you’re sorry?” She finally breaks the dreadful silence.

“Because I hurt you. You don’t deserve to be treated like this. If someone else would have done that to you, I would kill him.”

She draws her eyebrows together like she is genuinely confused. “You didn’t hurt me. I liked it. I want to do it again.”

Dumbfounded, I stare at her with my mouth hanging open, waiting for her to realize she is wrong. How can she possibly be okay with me treating her like this?

“Why are you fighting me so much? We’re not doing anything wrong. I’m eighteen now, and I’ve wanted you for a long time. Don’t you want me? Is that it?” Her voice breaks at the end, like the thought of me not wanting her causes her physical pain.

“Of course I want you. But I want you to be happy even more. I’m not good enough for you. You deserve better.”

She thinks about it for a moment before a mischievous glint forms in her eyes. “Well, I already told you I like this and want to do it again. So, I guess if you don’t want to do it, I have to find someone else to fuck my face.”

Corinne tries to scoot off my lap, but I grab her upper arms to hold her in place. “No one else is going to touch you,” I growl into her face.

My little minx grins victoriously. I spin her around in my lap so she is facing away from me. Her back is pressed up against my chest, and her plump little ass is on my crotch.

I wrap my left arm around her stomach, holding her firmly against me as I reach around with my right hand. My rough fingers brush against her smooth skin. Her pussy is shaved, and her skin feels like hot silk.

My cock is already hard again, but nothing could prepare me for the wetness I find between her folds. “You are so fucking wet.”

“I told you I liked it. Please make me come,” she begs. “Please, fuck me with your fingers.”

Christ. She is killing me, literally killing me. I’m pretty sure I’m going to stop breathing any moment now. My vision is already getting blurry, my lungs burn, and my chest is tight.

I’m certain I’m going to die, but not before I make her come all over my hand. Using my fingers, I find her swollen nub and start rubbing it. Her cunt is so hot and wet that I’m sliding through with ease.

Soft little pants and moans fill the car. Corinne arches her back and drops her head onto my shoulder. I continue my assault on her clit, pressing my palm against it while I slide the tip of my middle finger into her tight hole.

She comes so suddenly and with such force that I’m taken aback for a second. She screams my name and digs her nails into my leg as pleasure ripples through her. I slide my finger out of her pussy but keep pressure on her throbbing clit until her body goes slack in my hold.

“Wow…” Corinne murmurs.

“Yeah… wow.” It’s not the best term to describe how I’m feeling, but it’s the only one I am able to say out loud.

We stay like this for a while, still parked on the side of the road. Her head rests on my shoulder, her legs are spread, and my hand cups her pussy.

It takes a bit for our breathing to even out back to normal and for my brain to restart. One million thoughts run through my head. On the top of that list is how I’m going to face Ben after what I just did to his sister.

“Stop thinking so loud,” Corinne whispers. “I can basically hear you worrying. Overthinking everything.” She turns in my lap until she is facing me again.

Her bright blue eyes framed by black lashes are even brighter than normal, and there’s a red hue on the apples of her cheeks. This close, I can see every tiny freckle on her sun-kissed skin, and I use this proximity to map out every tiny detail. I don’t know if I’ll have the chance to get this close to her again.

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