Page 53 of Silks

He started walking into the crowd, and I snapped my opera glasses together impatiently.

“You expect me just to follow you?” I hissed angrily.

“You’re wearing my silks aren’t you?” he said complacently. “If you need help coming with me, just tell me, Ophelia.”

And I watched as a smirk curved up his lips.

Fucker!

He didn’t even have to touch me. I knew what he was capable of doing, and that would be picking me up, gently but firmly, and hauling me away to wherever he wanted to take me and fuck me.

So I followed him through the crowds and around the racetrack until we came to a huge palatial restroom with a huge Out of Order sign on it.

“I put that there,” Teddy said. “So I could impregnate you in peace.”

Then he pulled me inside after him and barred the door firmly behind us.

“Not now, Teddy!” I protested.

“But I want you now,” he said.

Gently but firmly, he turned me around to face the wall, running hands up and down my body, lingering over the curve of my hips.

“I’m going to put enough cum in you to make sure you get pregnant,” he said. “I want your belly full with my baby. I want to be tied to you forever.”

“And what am I supposed to tell people when they ask why my brother has impregnated me?” I retorted angrily, my hands scrabbling for purchase on the slick wall tiles, trying to get enough leverage to shove back at him.

“Tell them I’m obsessed with you,” Teddy said, and I shivered to feel the calloused tips of his fingers on my thigh, dragging my dress up to my waist. “Tell them I can’t live without you. Tell them I’ll do anything you want, Ophelia. Except stop.”

He spread his fingers on my ass and pulled my thong aside.

“Spread your thighs, sweetheart, or I’ll spread them for you. I don’t want to hurt you. But I can’t stop.”

I squeaked and immediately spread my thighs. Teddy meant what he said.

“Oh, my good sweet girl,” he breathed. “You’re the most perfect thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”

One of his fingers was already teasing around my asshole, and I wriggled in his arms, uncomfortable with how much that turned me on.

“Stay still,” Teddy said warningly, but I didn’t listen, twisting around to try to aim a kick at him.

“I don’t want to get caught!”

But all I got for my troubles was my brother’s firm hand on my shoulders, his fingers spreading up to my neck and tightening in my hair, pinning me thoroughly against the wall.

“Come on, sweet girl,” he said coaxingly, using his knees to spread me wider. “Get on your tiptoes for me. You take my cock so beautifully, Ophelia. I could never get tired of watching you.”

I didn’t want his words to work on me. So why did my pussy feel wet and dripping, the liquid heat running down my legs?

“I can’t wait to put a baby in you,” he said, and he pressed one finger into my asshole, his cock rubbing in between my cheeks.

My brother’s fingers were so thick that the pressure of one stung my virgin asshole a bit.

“You’re too big,” I whined, the full feeling making my core feel heavy and embarrassingly needy.

“You can take me, Ophelia,” he said complacently.

Then with a sharp thrust he shoved his cock inside my wet pussy.