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All I can do is whimper again while he nips at my neck, his deft fingers somehow finding my puckered nipples, still confined within the fabric of my bra.
“Dom,” I pant, struggling to form any sort of coherent thought. “We shouldn’t…”
But even as the half-hearted protest leaves my lips, my hips continue to rock against him. Dom’s dark chuckle hums against the sensitive skin below my ear. “Your body disagrees,” he murmurs there.
He suddenly withdraws both his hands, only to reach out again to catch me as I almost crumple to the floor at his feet. His grip on my waist is strong, possessive almost, as his fingers sink into the soft flesh at my waist. I almost lose my balance again as he spins me, pulling me away from where he had me caged against the wall.
“Turn around.”
I blink up at him, in such a daze I can’t quite compute the order. Dom’s eyes narrow almost imperceptibly, but the effect is terrifying all the same.
“Now, Shiloh.”
My body obeys before my mind can catch up. Dom’s solid warmth is now pressed against my back, his hands reclaiming their possessive grip on my hips.
“Bend over,” he orders, another husky rumble in my ear. “Hold on to the back of the couch.”
I don’t know who I’ve become in the last few minutes, but I comply without hesitation, my fingers gripping the threadbare fabric of my second-hand sofa. Dom’s leatherbound fingers skate up the backs of my thighs, hoisting my skirt up to my hips and leaving goosebumps in their wake.
I squeeze my eyes shut, grateful for the small mercy that I don’t have to look at him while he touches me in all the ways he shouldn’t. If I can’t see his face, maybe I can pretend it isn’t him, and this is just a vivid fantasy I’ve conjured after too many hours alone. This isn’t my stepbrother about to… to…
The thought trails off completely as Dom hooks his fingers into my underwear, dragging the fabric down at a torturously slow pace. I bite my lips to stifle an ungodly moan as the cool leather of his gloves slides against my exposed flesh. I had no idea fuckinggloveswould be such a turn on.
“Look at you,” Dom almost purrs, his hands coming back up to roughly squeeze my ass, pulling the cheeks apart. “So wet for me. I should have placed that bet after all. But still, I intend to cash in.”
I don’t respond, can’t respond. My whole universe has narrowed to the points where Dom is touching me, to the ache that’s grown to an almost painful roar between my thighs. I arch my back, silently begging him not to stop.
A single gloved finger traces a path straight down my slit, gliding through the slickness there. If I were thinking straight right now, I might marvel at how turned on I am, and that it’s my own stepbrother who’s reduced me to a mere puddle.
But I’m not thinking at all. Even less so when he plunges two fingers inside me without warning. I cry out, my pussy instinctively clenching against the intrusion. It’s been so long, the stretch burns in the most addictive way. Dom sets a punishing pace, curling his fingers to hit that spot that has my eyes rolling back in my head.
I wouldn’t be surprised to find myself drooling over the couch cushions. I’m lost to sensation, reduced to a panting, moaning wreck as he fucks me with his fingers. The leather adds a delicious friction I hadn’t ever imagined in my fantasies.
Just please don’t stop.
I barely notice when I start rocking my hips, meeting each thrust of his fingers with pure lusty greed.
“That’s it. Take what you need,” Dom praises me. “Show me how much you love my fingers in this sweet little cunt.” His crude commands should shock me, and snap me out of this desperate haze.
Instead, they only stoke the raging inferno burning in my core. I’m so close, teetering on the precipice. Just a little more…
I let out a strangled whimper when Dom suddenly withdraws his fingers. It chokes off completely when I hear the telltale sound of a zipper being dragged down. I catch my breath, and brace.
I don’t need to see what’s happening to know that it’s the head of Dom’s cock that I feel brushing through my dripping pussy, hot and insistent. A weak voice in the back of my mind screams at me that this is the point of no return, but it’s drowned out by the pounding of blood in my ears and the throbbing need between my legs.
Of course, Dom doesn’t ask for permission. He shoves himself inside me with one powerful thrust, stretching me to my limits. I yelp, the heady mix of pain and pleasure quickly turning it into a feral groan. He doesn’t give me time to adjust to his substantial fucking size, immediately setting a brutal pace that has my couch creaking beneath me.
“Fuck, Shiloh,” Dom grunts, his hips–still clad in the slacks he hasn’t bothered to remove–snapping against my ass. “You’re so fucking tight. Even better than I imagined.”
His words stir something in me, a fresh wave of heat licking up my spine.
He’s imagined this? Fantasized about how it might feel to be inside me?
The thought is intoxicating. I find myself pushing back to meet him again, thrust for thrust, chasing the impossible fullness like it’s the last time I’ll ever be fucked.
“Good girl,” he groans. “Take it all.”
Dom’s cock hits places inside of me I didn’t even know existed. It’s so wrong, but now that he’s there, Idon’twant it to stop.
