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Authors: Helen Lucas
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I know it sounds insane, but he buys it just for this purpose—just to hit us with, because it won’t leave marks.”
So, it was pre-meditated—it wasn’t just a drunken crime, a man seized by emotions, seized by anger—that was something I could understand, even if I’d still kick his ass to the high heavens for it. No, this was something that even when sober, he was still thinking about, he was preparing for…
“That’s terrible. I’m sorry.”
“I’m just so ready to leave… I’m so ready to leave it all behind, Damien,” Sarah said with a sob, holding her face in her hands. “I’m sorry, this is more than you care about. Just take me home.”
I pulled her close, pressing my lips to her forehead.
“No, no, no… You’re my sister, and I care about you.”
“I’m not really your sister. Even ignoring the fact that we’re not blood related, it’s not like you really know me.”
“Well, maybe I should get to know you,” I countered.
“How are you going to do that?” she asked through her tears, looking up at me. Our faces were so close and I could feel her heat, smell her tears mixed with her perfume, mixed with my cologne and the lingering smell of our lovemaking.
I pressed my lips to hers and I felt her collapse against me, pressing her body into mine.
“Damien, this is so wrong and I hate that I can’t have you for my own…” she whispered in between our kisses, her throat heavy with passion, voice husky with lust as her tongue dueled with mine.
“But…” I interjected.
“But I want you so fucking bad all the time now,” she whispered, continuing. “I want you. I want you. I want you.”
“What are we going to do about that?”
Now it was her turn. She was smiling through her tears.
“I don’t have to be quiet out here,” she whispered to me. “You can make me scream as loud as you want.”
She leaned in to kiss my neck, nibbling at my flesh, her lips hot and hungry.
“And I’m so sore from how hard you fucked me before… So I’m going to scream a lot.”
And then she bit my neck a little, sinking her teeth into my skin ever so slightly. I gasped, feeling my cock getting harder and harder as my pants tightened, and especially as Sarah’s soft little hand, so recently become a woman’s hand, found its way onto my crotch. She wrapped her fingers around my bulge, squeezing it softly, feeling up the tip, running her fingers along my hard, throbbing flesh.
“Sarah, I think we should talk more about your father,” I said, suddenly, pulling away. “He can’t do this to you…”
“Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow,” she cried, unbuttoning my shirt buttons. “I don’t want to think about anything right now. I want to forget about everything. I just want you. I want to pretend, tonight, Damien.”
“Pretend?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. My cock was throbbing and begging for attention. As her fingers played over my pants, I knew I wouldn’t be able to control myself much longer. Before long, I’d be fucking her brains out if I didn’t shut things down…
“That’s right. I want to pretend. I was to pretend my father doesn’t exist. I want to pretend we’re not related. I want to pretend you’re my boyfriend.”
She began to unzip my pants.
“Can you do that for me, Damien? Can you pretend to be more boyfriend for a night?”
Now it was my turn to bite my lips. My pants were unzipped and she slid my cock out of my underwear. It sprang proudly into full few, standing tall, standing hard, the veins in my flesh throbbing and hungry. My cock tip was already glistening with pre-cum—the fact that I had already dropped a load inside of Sarah earlier that night didn’t dull my passion or my desire whatsoever.
“I can try…” I murmured as she ran her fingers up and down my throbbing shaft.
“God, you’re so big…” she whispered,
So, it was pre-meditated—it wasn’t just a drunken crime, a man seized by emotions, seized by anger—that was something I could understand, even if I’d still kick his ass to the high heavens for it. No, this was something that even when sober, he was still thinking about, he was preparing for…
“That’s terrible. I’m sorry.”
“I’m just so ready to leave… I’m so ready to leave it all behind, Damien,” Sarah said with a sob, holding her face in her hands. “I’m sorry, this is more than you care about. Just take me home.”
I pulled her close, pressing my lips to her forehead.
“No, no, no… You’re my sister, and I care about you.”
“I’m not really your sister. Even ignoring the fact that we’re not blood related, it’s not like you really know me.”
“Well, maybe I should get to know you,” I countered.
“How are you going to do that?” she asked through her tears, looking up at me. Our faces were so close and I could feel her heat, smell her tears mixed with her perfume, mixed with my cologne and the lingering smell of our lovemaking.
I pressed my lips to hers and I felt her collapse against me, pressing her body into mine.
“Damien, this is so wrong and I hate that I can’t have you for my own…” she whispered in between our kisses, her throat heavy with passion, voice husky with lust as her tongue dueled with mine.
“But…” I interjected.
“But I want you so fucking bad all the time now,” she whispered, continuing. “I want you. I want you. I want you.”
“What are we going to do about that?”
Now it was her turn. She was smiling through her tears.
“I don’t have to be quiet out here,” she whispered to me. “You can make me scream as loud as you want.”
She leaned in to kiss my neck, nibbling at my flesh, her lips hot and hungry.
“And I’m so sore from how hard you fucked me before… So I’m going to scream a lot.”
And then she bit my neck a little, sinking her teeth into my skin ever so slightly. I gasped, feeling my cock getting harder and harder as my pants tightened, and especially as Sarah’s soft little hand, so recently become a woman’s hand, found its way onto my crotch. She wrapped her fingers around my bulge, squeezing it softly, feeling up the tip, running her fingers along my hard, throbbing flesh.
“Sarah, I think we should talk more about your father,” I said, suddenly, pulling away. “He can’t do this to you…”
“Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow,” she cried, unbuttoning my shirt buttons. “I don’t want to think about anything right now. I want to forget about everything. I just want you. I want to pretend, tonight, Damien.”
“Pretend?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. My cock was throbbing and begging for attention. As her fingers played over my pants, I knew I wouldn’t be able to control myself much longer. Before long, I’d be fucking her brains out if I didn’t shut things down…
“That’s right. I want to pretend. I was to pretend my father doesn’t exist. I want to pretend we’re not related. I want to pretend you’re my boyfriend.”
She began to unzip my pants.
“Can you do that for me, Damien? Can you pretend to be more boyfriend for a night?”
Now it was my turn to bite my lips. My pants were unzipped and she slid my cock out of my underwear. It sprang proudly into full few, standing tall, standing hard, the veins in my flesh throbbing and hungry. My cock tip was already glistening with pre-cum—the fact that I had already dropped a load inside of Sarah earlier that night didn’t dull my passion or my desire whatsoever.
“I can try…” I murmured as she ran her fingers up and down my throbbing shaft.
“God, you’re so big…” she whispered,
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