Page 10 of Sins Of Her Sister

“Baby, where the fuck have you been? I’ve been trying to get in touch with you all day,” Carson says with fake concern in his voice. I huff out a laugh and glare at him.

“Really, Carson? I just figured you were too busy with your tongue down my best friend's throat.” Realization hits his blue eyes, eyes that I used to think were so pretty. Now, all I see is the color of betrayal.

“Baby, I don't know what you’re talking about. I haven't even seen Julie,” he pleads. And it's getting annoying.

“Carson, don't take me for a damn fool! I saw you both last night!” I scoff.

“You're right,” he says, wearing an expression like he’s already sick of this conversation. “I'm sorry, it was a mistake. I had too much alcohol and it will never happen again, baby. I swear,” he responds quickly, without a hint of sincerity.

“I can't do this anymore, Carson,” I tell him. I feel powerful for once and try to walk off, but Carson encircles my waist with his arms and pulls me close to him. Burying his face into my hair, he pouts.

“Baby, don't do this. I promise. You're the only girl for me. I love you, Layla,” he sulks. I try to form the words to refute him until Carson starts placing light kisses on my neck, sucking with just enough pressure to make me breathe out a moan.

“Carson, please,” I whisper. I don’t know if I’m asking him to keep going or to let me go.

“Baby, I promise. I'll never let you down again,” he tells me, turning me around and pushing me against the door. He holds my wrists above my head with one hand as his other hand curls around my neck.

“I promise, Layla,” he breathes, forcing his tongue into my mouth. Not able to deny him any longer, I let myself give in. I am weak against Carson and I wonder if it will always be this way. It's been a fucked up day, and with the shit that happened with me and Ryan this morning, I can use this release. Picking me up by my waist, he lets me attack his mouth with mine as I wrap my limbs around his hard body. We're moving in unison when I tug my shirt over my head and Carson unhooks my bra. My breasts are free and the sensation of them rubbing against his chest makes its way between my legs.

Throwing me down on the bed in nothing but my jeans, Carson takes off his shirt and looks down at me. I feel the heat of his stare travel down my body then back up to my breasts before locking on my eyes.

“Fuck, baby. You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he says in a sexy tone. He pulls my jeans and thong off in one swoop, leaving me bare for him.“Undress me, Layla,” he says, his eyes half lidded from lust. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I undo his belt and pants. Dragging his pants and boxers down his legs, I look up at Carson through my lashes. Without losing eye contact, I kiss the precum off his cock and lick it off my lips.

“Fuck, Layla. You drive me nuts,” he growls through gritted teeth. He places his hand on my chest and gently pushes me to lie back. Crawling on top of me, he kisses my mouth sucking and nibbling his way down the column of my neck.“Hold on to me,” he whispers as he wraps his arm around my back and moves us to the middle of the bed. The weight of him feels nice as his hand plays with eachnipple, kissing me wherever his lips can reach.

“Fuck, Carson.” I'm on fire when I let out a breathy moan.

“You like that, baby?” I feel his smug smile on my collarbone. He thinks he’s won again, and maybe I’m the problem for letting him.

Carson is nestled on top of me, my legs spread to accommodate his body. He's taking his time with me tonight. Savoring each part of me, planting wet kisses and licking me up like I'm a melting ice cream cone. He sits back on his heels and holds up my legs by my ankles. The soft pecks he leaves on my legs send shivers up to my clit. He drags his moistened lips up my calves and when he reaches my inner thigh, he throws my legs over his shoulders.

“Carson…” I gasp as he licks and sucks the softer parts of my thighs, making sure to give each one attention. I'm drenched by the time his hot mouth closes over my center. My breath hitches and my back arches, but my mind is glitching. She's there with her white as snow hair, bright blue eyes, thick curves, and luscious lips that don't make me as nervous anymore, but instead give me butterflies. My mind is locked on the image of my step-sister in between my legs instead of my boyfriend. Ryan is working her magic around my clit, nibbling it just hard enough to intensify my pleasure.

“Baby, fuck. You're so wet. I've never seen you so fucking soaked. Is this all for me, baby?” Carson asks, breaking me from the daze. There's no way I’m telling him I wish it was my step-sister eating me out. Even if he deserves that type of humiliation, I would never live the shame down.

“Carson, I need you inside of me now,” I nearly beg, needing to wipe the thought of Ryan completely out of my mind. Carson places himself on top of me, holding himself up with his forearms on either side of my head. “Letme in, baby,” he whispers, pecking me with light kisses on my jaw. I spread my legs wider and guide his cock to my entrance. He slides into me with one thrust, causing us to both gasp. Thanks to the thoughts of Ryan, I was completely ready.

“Fuck, Layla. This pussy is so tight. And so perfect. And so fucking mine,” he groans between thrusts. If only he knew that wasn't true anymore. As the thoughts of Ryan are attempting to take over again, I realize this probably isn't the position for us. Ryan can’t control me like this, but I also can’t stand to look at Carson right now.

“Flip me over, babe. I want you to fuck me rough from behind.” His eyes widened in surprise. He’s never seen me this way, but tonight I’m getting mine and I don't give a fuck what he thinks. Pulling out and flipping me onto all fours, I arch my back and stick my ass in the air to welcome his cock. Carson has the perfect view which he acknowledges with a grunt. The heat of him moves closer and I yelp at the sharp sting of his hand slapping my ass.

“Ohhh, fuuuck…” I moan, enjoying the bite of pain. At that, Carson wastes no time and roughly shoves his cock into my pussy. For once, he listened to what I wanted and I think to myself, why the fuck haven’t we done this before? Slamming into me from behind, I feel the blood pulsing in Carson’s cock. Needing more, I whine.

“Pull my fucking hair, please.” I look back at him, biting my bottom lip.

“Mmm…yes. Anything you want, baby,” Carson obliges. Wrapping my hair around his hand, he yanks my head back until my back is arched to its max. The position is giving me the delicious pain I’d been craving. The sounds of our bodies slapping together are in unison with our moans and it’s making my eyes roll to the back of my head.

“Give it to me, Carson. Fuck me. Make me come,” I whimper. Pulling my hair until my back is pressed against his chest, he reaches his other hand around to work mysensitive clit.

“You've been such a good whore for me, Layla. I'm going to make you come now. Do you think you deserve that?” he growls into my ear before sucking on my lobe. His words slightly make me cringe because he himself doesn’t deserve this.

“Yes, Car. I've been a good fucking whore for you, so please make me come all over your cock.” I breathe heavily.

“Fuck, baby. I don’t know where this side of you came from, but I think I've died and gone to heaven,” he confesses.Well, that makes one of us.I want to reply, but for once, fucking Carson is doing it for me. Only because I'm finally taking what I want. Feeling myself on the edge, I scream.

“Fuck! That's it…let me have it. I'm coming all over your cock!” My body trembles as my orgasm aggressively flows through me, shakily holding myself up on all fours. The only thing keeping me from collapsing are Carson's hands gripping my hips up to meet his thrusts. He’s growling and fucking me hard when I feel his cock pulse inside of me.

“Oh my God, I’m fucking coming! Fuck, baby…” he moans stilling as his cum coats the inside of my walls. Thank God, I’m on birth control, because I’m too worn out to argue about him coming inside of me.