Page 42 of Silks

I licked the spot behind her ear, my cock pressed up against her.

Her skin tastes like sun and sweetness, and I grab handfuls of her, tits and belly and ass, wanting to imprint myself on every surface, forcing myself back because I want this settled. I need to know who dares to threaten her.

“Now, this is going to hurt me more than it hurts you,” I warned, as I undid my belt with one hand and pulled it out with a sharp snap.

Even though she wasn’t screaming, she was still cursing me out and wiggling.

“Like fuck it will!” she retorted.

“You’re right, baby girl,” I agreed. “It’s going to hurt but I’m going to love seeing your pretty red ass anyway. Tell me the name and I’ll stop.”

I didn’t give her a moment to reflect before I snapped my wrist and flicked her, just a touch, on the ass.

She yelped and wriggled like I had whipped her with a cat o’nine tails on a ship and I watched with a hardening cock as the little flick made a pink mark.

“You looked so gorgeous taking that,” I breathed worshipfully.

Ophelia’s only response was a string of amusingly foul curses and I brought my belt down again on her other cheek, watching as she jumped and bucked under my arms.

“Fuck, this ass,” I said, running my hand down her curves, gently cupping each cheek in my palm, kneading the delicious soft pillowy skin. “There could never be anyone for me but you.”

“Even if I did want to tell you the name, I won’t now!” she raged at me and I tutted gently, flicking both cheeks this time, the belt a lash across her whole ass and she wailed in dismay.

I put my fingers in her mouth.

“Suck,” I ordered, and she did, thinking she was doing it so hard it would piss me off, but really it only made my cock ache with need for her.

I ran my fingers dripping with her spit over the marks on her ass, and she howled again at the sting and sizzle.

Fuck, I was having trouble concentrating, blood rushing so hard to my ears at the sight of her cheeks wiggling, that for a moment I couldn’t hear anything but the hot, heavy rush of my own blood.

I needed in that ass, needed my tongue on her.

“Up on your tiptoes,” I ordered. “I want to see my pussy.”

She obeyed, stretching that red ass so it was jutted up and out.

“Hands up on the tree,” I said.

I let them go and she hesitated, like she was going to try to scratch my eyes out, but I spanked her ass with my hand, a sharp full slap, and she winced and put her hands obediently on the scratchy bark of the tree.

“Now, legs spread wider. Tip your hips up. Ah, that’s perfect, baby. That’s just what I want to see, this pretty little pussy ready for me to put a baby in it.”

“The hell you will,” Ophelia retorted, but I bent down on my knees behind her, and I reached between her legs and gave her pussy a little flick with the belt.

“Ouch,” she moaned.

“You looked so lovely getting spanked, Ophelia,” I said, dropping the belt and taking both her pink cheeks in my hands, kneading her soft curvy flesh.

“Not like I had a choice,” she retorted, vibrating with anger, but I felt something else, too. Her body curving imperceptibly toward mine, her fingers tightening on the tree.

I gripped my handfuls of her ass and spread her cheeks wider. Then I began to lick each spot I had whipped, unable to control the groans of need as I traced a perfect line down each mark.

I spread her cheeks wider, and her perfect little asshole was in front of me. I felt my stomach twist with fucking feral need, and I shoved my head forward, burying my nose as fucking deep as I could. Even her ass smells perfect, and I inhale greedily, licking and sucking around the little sweet hole.

“Teddy!” she squealed, and holy shit, does her saying my name when my nose is deep in her asshole make me hard as a rock.

I can feel my precum leaking, fucking desperate to get inside my sister, but she has to come first.