Page 34 of Silks

And oh god, it’s true.

With one hand, I covered her mouth as she screamed as hard as she could against my fingers on her mouth.

I groaned as I ran my hand over her creamy ass, each perfectly shaped round ass cheek, pulling them apart to see her pretty asshole. Fuck, I wanted to bury my face in there and tease it, but she was screaming so hard against my hand I couldn’t.

“Shh shh,” I said, rubbing my cock along her ass crack, then moving it to her pussy lips.

They felt wet already. My release, her release, it was all the same now. I wasn’t going to be able to come without her ever again.

That curve in her back was mesmerizing as I began to press my cock inside her. She was still screaming bloody murder against my hands, but her cunt knew me already, recognized me as master. Her body felt greedy for me.

“Oh, sweetheart, you’re doing so perfectly. You’re taking my cock so amazingly.”

My eyes were riveted on my cock disappearing inch by inch into her pussy.

Hot, prickly sweat was breaking out on the back of my neck, rolling down my back as I forced myself to go slowly so I didn’t hurt her.

But her cunt was so deliciously wet and warm.

The thought of the holes in my torn-up condom was so arousing that if I let myself go I could come right now, blow my load in her before she even had a chance to come once.

That cannot happen again.

I have to convince Ophelia that I’m the best she could ever have. And that means making sure she comes at least once before I do, every time.

But it’s so hard. So goddamn hard.

I need her to stop screaming, so I can put one hand on her needy little clit while the other holds her hips right where I want them.

I do not want to hurt her, but I need to get her attention. I look at her ass in front of me, placing my free hand on it, deciding where the best location is. Then I give her a little pop with my hand. Because I’m so fucking wound up, it’s a bit harder than I think, the sharp slap of my flesh on hers making her jolt to a shocked stop.

I’m in all the way inside her, my thighs shaking like I’ve just run a marathon, but I don’t dare move my cock just yet.

There’s a hint, just the merest hint of a pink flush where my hand spanked her, and there’s a hum in my veins.

I slap her ass again, even harder, and now there’s a handprint on her ass, the pinker marks a perfect momentary snapshot of my big hand.

I start moving inside her, unable to stop, to resist. The hum turns to a buzz of need.

I slap her ass again, loving the feel of her under me, how the handprint gets bigger every time, and suddenly there’s a noise under my fingers that’s different.

Dropping the hand over her mouth is a risk, but when I do I’m rewarded with her low moan.

“Oh, I knew you were my greedy girl,” I said exultingly, immediately putting my fingers on her clit, rubbing the slippery wet bud and holy fuck, I want to come so badly. My load is hovering, I’m barely able to keep it at bay.

I should feel guilty for what I’m doing, how I’m going to get her pregnant without her knowing, but with her gasps and moans I know I can’t.

I will do anything to keep my sister.

I force myself to move slowly, my ears straining to hear even the slightest change in her breathing so I can know when she’s close.

It feels like her pussy is gripping me, tightening around my cock and I gasp as stars flash in and out of my vision.

My fingers are so heated I feel like I’m going to combust.

I’m finally the one touching her, I’m the one giving her an orgasm, I’m the one going to fuck her all night long. This and every night.

When she explodes under me I’m a thrumming vibrating bundle of nerves, and I almost fucking snap as I feel her pussy grip my cock in tight little spasms. I grab her hair, making her yowl in surprise, and I unload in her, my release shooting through the holes in that cut-up condom and filling her with my seed.