Page 122 of Secret Obsession
“Are they…?”
A huge truck with a brush guard on the front is idling in the middle of the street. Its headlights are off, but it doesn’t hide the fact that it’s running. Steam comes out of the exhaust, visible in the cold night air.
Our collective attention swings to it.
The headlights come on, so bright they’re fucking blinding, and the truck squeals in reverse. Straight down the street to the intersection, where its tail end swings to the left. It maneuvers a perfect turn and shoots off into the night.
“What the fuck was that?” Greyson demands.
I bite the inside of my cheek.
I don’t have any idea.
“Game’s over,” I say, sighing. “We’re going to get some sleep. Deal with this shit in the morning.”
Willow follows me upstairs. She doesn’t say anything until we’re in the room, and she automatically strips off the rest of her clothes. I want to fucking flog her for giving my brother a lap dance. But she’s not wearing a bra… or panties. What would she have taken off that would make that situation any better?
Still.
I groan when she faces away from me and bends over, revealing the base of the plug sticking out from between her ass cheeks. She pulls at the laces of her shoes quickly, removing them, then straightens up and glances back at me.
The remote is in my hand before I really register it.
My cock is rock-hard.
I shed my sweatpants, sit on the end of the bed, and motion for her to come closer. She does, her hair swinging around and brushing the tops of her shoulders. Her tits are perky, her pink nipples staring at me. Before I bend her over my knee, I lean forward and suck one into my mouth.
“Oh, fuck,” she whimpers.
I catch her hips and drag her closer, flicking her nipple with my tongue and sucking it between my teeth. I pay it special attention, then switch to her other one. Her back arches, pushing her breast into my face. I maul the other, wet with my spit, in my hand. Kneading and squeezing it, until she’s trembling against me.
Then I pull her down across my legs, pinning her facedown.
She lets out a shocked noise.
“Hold my leg. And don’t let go.” I wait until she does, then turn on the plug.
She gasps.
I touch her ass cheek lightly, enjoying the way she trembles. The buzz of the plug is louder now. So when I lift my hand and bring it down on her cheek, she almost jumps out of her skin.
“Oooh, why does that feel good?” she cries.
I smile. She’s leaking on my thigh. I push a finger into her cunt. It catches her off guard, and she squirms at the new sensation. I withdraw and spank her again. The other cheek. Hard enough to leave a red imprint in its wake.
My hand is immediately there again, soothing the spot. Then finger-fucking her. All while I use my other arm to keep her down, splayed out.
“Why am I doing this to you?” I ask her, keeping my voice calm.
“B-because I gave Knox—”
SMACK.
She yelps.
I thrust two fingers inside her. She’s getting wetter, the devious girl.
“You know you did wrong,” I murmur. “And you know not to say his name.”
