Page 114 of His Ruin
I lean forward, using my thumb to smear my cum across her lips. She opens her mouth, closing her eyes as she sucks on my digit until it’s clean.
Fuck. Me.
She can never do this with another man. Ever.
I pull my hand back as she shifts in place, her cheeks flushed and her body humming with arousal. “I-I want you to call me a good girl,” she blurts.
My head tilts as I cup her cheek. “Do you want to be my good girl, little sister?”
She nods.
I hook my finger in her mouth, pulling her closer. “Good girls don’t marry men who aren’t their brothers.”
“Please,“ she whispers, the sound muffled but desperate as her soaked thighs shift together.
A sick idea forms as I ease back and release her. “Take your pants off and straddle me.”
She rises slowly, wobbling in place as her eyes slide closed. I hold my hands out, steadying her as she lazily blinks herself back to reality. Her movements are like she’s wading through water, her limbs heavy as she nudges her thumbs past her waistband.
I cover her knuckles, lightly pushing them away as I take over and kiss across the sliver of her lower abdomen that’s peeking past her shirt. I slide her pants down, taking her panties with them. Her pussy is so pretty, with light curls that create a landing strip.
I push forward, shoving my face into her as I nip at her skin. She sucks in a breath, her fingers fisting my hair as I drag her towards me. I help her situate one knee on my right and the other on my left before lowering her slick cunt to my cock.
At the first heated touch, Melody’s lips part on a beautiful symphony as I grind her down on me. My length nestles between her folds, bumping against her clit as I create a rocking motion. Her arousal drips from her, lubricating my shaft and making her glide smoothly along me with every pass.
Her thighs tremble against my sides, her nails digging into my scalp as she yanks me close to her chest. One of my hands leaves her hip, sliding up her stomach until I push her shirt up and reveal her red bra. I kiss the top of one rounded globe, leaving a glistening trail behind, before I roughly shove the cup aside and release her breast.
I kiss her hardened bud, slowing her hips to a tantalizing grind. “Is this what you dream about? Do you dream of your big brother fucking you, Melody?”
She moans breathlessly, pulling my head closer until my mouth closes around her nipple. “Yes. Not…not my first time…dreaming of you…”
My brows rise as I smirk around her breast. “Oh? Do you wake up soaked and desperate, little sister? Fingers buried deep in your greedy pussy as you rub your clit to the thought of me?” I bite down on her nipple, pulling a scream from her as my cock hardensagain below us. I’m picking up speed, forcing her to rock faster as her body coils with her impending release. “Do you spread your legs for me in those twisted fantasies, Melody? Offer your body up to the brother who should protect you but only wants to fucking ruin you?”
Her eyes screw shut, the pressure building impossibly high as her little sounds croak from her as if being ripped from her throat. I grab her cheeks tightly, making her eyelids shoot open as I drag her down to my face.
“Eyes on me, pretty girl,” I growl. “Watch me fucking wreck you.”
Her throat moves in a gulp, her expression wanton and desperate. “Yes, big brother.”
I snap.
Every ounce of restraint I have isgone. I grip her hip brutally, making our movement wild and sloppy as our sticky sounds fill the living room. Melody doesn’t have a chance to fucking pull away before her orgasm shatters her into a million pieces and her eyes roll back. Her whole body jerks with her tremors, a cracked and broken scream cresting past her lips as I huff raggedly.
I’m so fuckingclose.
She releases my hair, dipping down as her lips crash over mine in a voluntary, heated kiss. It bleeds everything holy with the world, her taste, her feel, her fucking essence. I cum in seconds, warmth flowing between us as she doesn’t stop undulating her hips. My cum is spreading with every pass, marking her.
I fist her hair before pulling her head back and nipping at her swollen bottom lip. “Good girl.”
She gives a sleepy, satisfied smile, her whole frame sagging as she breathes deeply. Her eyes can hardly stay open as they continue to roll with every blink. “More,“ she whispers.
I shush her, laying her down on my chest as I pull the blankets over us. I know I’m going to have to dress her before she wakes, but right now, I just want to feel her on me. I gingerly brush her hair away from her sweaty temple, kissing her tenderly. “Until you dream of me again, pretty girl.”
She’s out before the words leave my mouth.
Chapter fifty
Melody
