Page 43 of Silks

I’ve got one hand still gripping her ass, and I snake the other through her legs and into her pussy, dipping two fingers in as another begins to rub her clit.

She’s dripping wet, slick and needy over my fingers as I play with her, and I groan in fucking satisfaction against her asshole.

“You’re so wet for me, ready for me.”

“N-no,” she says, her voice faltering a bit.

“Little liar,” I say, my voice low and gravelly with love.

I know how to make my sister come, and now I want to find all the ways to make her come.

“Now give it to me, sweetheart.”

I add another finger and her cunt feels greedy, tightening on my thick fingers as I stroke inside her, my tongue swirling around her asshole.

Ophelia’s creamy thighs began to shake and I gritted my teeth and stopped, pulled my fingers from her pussy and my tongue from her asshole.

“Teddy!” she cried in a strangled gulp, and my heart was pounding in my chest.

She wants this. She wants me to touch her.

“Tell me the name,” I growled, trying to hide that I can’t last for more than a few seconds. She can call my bluff at any moment because I could never stay away from her.

So I give her two extra hard spanks, one on her sensitive throbbing pussy and the other on her sore ass. The one on her ass reverberates deliciously, my handprint big and vivid.

Ophelia mewled with displeasure.

“Goddamnit, you asshole! Ok, fine, it’s a Chicago cop named Harvey! I got arrested for protesting! They said they wouldn’t press the charges if I got them some usable info. Which I haven’t, because you’ve been following me everywhere like a goddamn stalker.”

My blood runs cold.

Arrested her?

“They didn’t actually arrest you, did they?” I asked, standing up to my full height.

“Yes, they did,” said Ophelia with relish. “And I had to stay overnight at the jail.”

I’m filled with a bloody rage at the idea that anyone would dare to arrest her or hold her overnight, when I’ve got a goddamn squadron of Barrington lawyers I could have sent up there to get her out and get the city to apologize for doing it.

And my sister knows I would have done that.

“Ok, brat,” I said. “You are about to get fucked and fucked hard. Don’t keep something like that from me again or I’ll spank you so hard you won’t be able to sit down for a week.”

Then I gripped her by the hair and shoved my cock inside her.

She was immediately mewling and clawing the tree, which was good because I was goddam ready to explode.

I took her hard, loving the way her silky wet cunt felt, the way her pink lips opened wide and her eyes closed in ecstasy.

“Keep those hips up, baby girl,” I growled in her ear. “I’m about to put a baby in you and you aren’t going to say a damn thing except ‘yes, brother.’”

She moaned, and I ran my tongue down her face, her throat, pinning her head with my hand in her hair.

“Oh, you’re such a good girl for me,” I grunted, my release spiraling up my spine.

“Yes, brother,” she breathed, and I unloaded uncontrollably inside her, hot jets of my release going deep inside her pussy.

I reached around and rubbed her clit, and she’s so slick and ready and needy that I feel her immediately come, crying out as her knees buckle underneath me.