MAEVE
This was a kind of highness you never get enough of. No matter how many times you have it.
Lucien's fangs dug into me, and as he sucked with reckless abandon, my pleasure grew, and so did the ache between my legs. I was aching, throbbing, soaked, and needy.
"Yes, please… Oh my god. Lucien." I begged shamelessly as I rubbed my ass against his crotch. I was desperate for a friction, any sort of friction between us. I could feel his hardness poking me, and it made me rub harder against him. It pleased him, I could tell, because he pressed me further into himself.
He hissed against my neck, and the sound went straight to my wet core. I wanted him to touch me anywhere and everywhere. I wanted him to fuck me. Ruin me. Destroy me.
"Lucien, please," I threw my head back in ecstasy, "touch me. Touch my pussy. It's yours."
I didn't need to show him this time around. His hand freely raised my skirt and his fingers found me where I was the most messy.
He inserted two fingers at once, and I was too soaked to feel the intrusion. The only thing I felt pleasure: one that spread from my neck, then to my brain, then to my pussy, and to every fucking part of my body. I moaned loudly without any care in the world, and before he even started moving his fingers, I was already riding him.
He started thrusting in and out. There was no gentleness in his touch… Just savage animalistic finger fucking. He pumped in and out with an intensity that rewired my brain. He used his fingers like he had only one mission: to stretch my hole. The sounds we made together were pure taboo and sin. The suckling sounds he made against my neck, the squelching sound his finger and my wet hole made, and my erratic moan… They were nothing but filthy sounds.
It was all too much. A part of me was still thinking about the fact that the door was open and someone could walk in and catch us like this. But I was far too gone to care. I only wanted to cum so hard I'd see the stars and maybe even the fucking moon.
I came almost out of nowhere because I didn't feel it build; I just thought it would explode with a short scream escaping my mouth. My body trembled from the aftermath of my orgasm, but I was far from being satisfied. It felt like this was just an appetizer, and it had opened my body to take more and more until it was stuffed full.
Lucien turned me around so we were now facing each other, and then his mouth was buried in my neck with an animalistic growl. My hunger and want grew till the pussy became a living thing with the way it trembled and pulsed. His fingers were playfully massaging my soaked folds, but I wanted something else. Something more.
I didn't think. My hand only snaked out to undo his belt, and it was only when my hand wrapped around his length, and he hissed at the contact, that what I was doing dawned on me.
I was touching Lucien's dick. It was already hard, and it filled my hand with its beautiful veins and lines. I massaged it slowly, and the feeling I got was so intoxicating that it made me moan out loud. Lucien pushed into me, and in the process, his dick slid against my wet pussy lips.
"Oh my god! Lucien." I moaned shamelessly as I repeated that movement over and over again. I rubbed his length against myself while he fed from me, and the combination drove my body to the verge of combusting. I moaned and whimpered shamelessly. I made sounds that I never thought I could make. Sounds that were so throaty and desperate.
The pleasure was too much to be described. There were no insertions, no thrusting… This was a wet humping at its finest, but I'd be damned if it wasn't one of the best things that has ever happened to me.
If it felt this good to have his dick move against pussy lips, then I wonder how it'd feel like to have him buried in me. I'd probably pass away from the pleasure then.
We cummed at the same time. He growled as his cum spluttered on my thighs and the floor, and I screamed as I collapsed against the shelf.
My body was spent, and I had peaked twice in less than 10 minutes, something that had never happened before, yet I still wanted more. I wanted him in me. I wanted him to fuck me till I was a mess. Till I couldn't walk. I wanted him to fuck me till I passed out because I couldn't take it any longer.
His dick was still throbbing in my hand, and my hand instinctively moved up and down around it. He groaned, and his eyes closed, and his face contorted into thought lines. I thought he was going to allow me to jerk him off again.
That dream died the moment Lucien stepped away from me, and it was only through sheer luck that I didn't fall to the ground. He walked away to stand in front of the top-to-floor glass wall, his whole body tensed, and that was when I woke up. Like a bucket of ice water had just been dumped on me.
My stepbrother not only fed on me. I was aroused because of it. I allowed him to touch me, and I even begged for more. I freed him from his trousers and gave him a hand job while stroking him against myself for better friction.
What the hell is wrong with me?
"Get out." Lucien's cold voice interrupted my thoughts. It was full of regret and what… repulsion?
I didn't need to be told twice. I placed a foot in front of the other and did the walk of shame to the bathroom, where I cleaned up my wanton pussy that couldn't tell apart what was right or wrong because she was still wet, trembling, and in desperate need of something more filling.