Page 15 of Beautiful Desire (Blossom Beach #3)
A whimper falls from my mouth as I squeeze my thighs together, trying to relieve some of the ache, but it doesn’t help. At all.
You know what… Fuck it.
Sliding my hand across my abdomen, I push the hem of my shirt up and my panties to the side, breathing out a quiet but throaty moan as I press two fingers against my throbbing clit and massage it slowly.
“Fuck,” I gasp as I apply more pressure.
I can indulge in this deranged fantasy just this once , and nobody has to know. Hell, I don’t even have to think about it once I’m finished, so who cares?
Although…the idea of him knowing has my pussy clenching.
Thinking of him in his room, stroking that big, fat cock while somehow knowing I’m touching myself at the same time, turns me on way more than it should.
It’s fucking twisted. I shouldn’t be thinking about this.
Shouldn’t be thinking about him , but I am.
God, I am, and quickly rubbing my clit isn’t going to be enough.
I need to be filled…and with more than just my fingers.
This is so wrong.
The arousal thrumming inside me is so damn potent, I can practically taste it on the tip of my tongue.
Nobody has to know , I remind myself one more time before feverously shoving my panties off and tossing them to the side.
Leaning over, I reach into my bedside table and grab the dildo I keep in there, knowing it’s not what I truly want, but it’ll do the job.
I run the purple toy through my lips and over my swollen clit, getting it nice and slick before lining up the tip and sinking into my dripping, throbbing pussy.
A long, low moan vibrates in the back of my throat as my walls clench around the thickness of the silicone cock.
I pull it all the way out, dragging it up through my lips and over my clit again before easing back in, going nice and slow at first until I can’t take it anymore.
Squeezing my eyes shut, a filthy, tantalizing movie plays in my mind.
A desire I shouldn’t indulge in but couldn’t stop even if I tried.
And at this point, I’m far too drunk on lust and the fantasy to want to.
In fact, I relish it as I imagine Fletcher sauntering into my room and over to the end of the bed, nothing but a pair of gray sweatpants slung low on his hips and a layer of sweat covering his muscles like he just got home from the gym.
He climbs on the bed, crawling over to where I’m spread open for him, gaze hungry and locked in on the way my pussy takes the dildo.
Shoving the sweatpants down and tucking them under his balls, he pushes my hand away and removes the dildo—all without saying a fucking word, because this is a fantasy, after all—before sinking his meaty cock to the hilt.
Fuck, fuck…
Arching my back off the bed, I continue to fuck myself with the toy, switching to deep, shallow strokes, while bringing my other hand to my clit at the same time, using my fingers to make quick, firm circles against the sensitive bud.
As my hot, sweaty stepbrother continues to pound my pussy behind my closed eyelids, I bite down on my bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.
I need to keep it down, but the pleasure from this fantasy and these toys is making it hard to remember that as my head swims with lust and my heart pounds against my ribs.
Pressure builds, starting deep in my core and shooting throughout my entire body like an array of fireworks while heat spreads low in my stomach, the pleasure increasing until it feels like I can’t breathe.
Beads of sweat line my brow and the back of my neck, chest heaving with shallow, gasping breaths, and as I picture Fletcher bringing his hand up to his mouth and wetting his fingers with the flat of his tongue before he drags his wild gaze up to meet mine, I can’t hold on any longer.
Squeezing my eyes shut tighter, my toes curl as my release climbs higher and higher until I’m right fucking there , and when I picture Fletcher’s mouth twisting into that cocky, dimply smirk I can’t fucking stand, I lose it, falling into euphoric bliss.
My clit pulses under my fingers, and when I remove the toy from my cunt, the dam breaks, fluid gushing from me as I cry out.
Once the final wave hits me, I sink deeper into the mattress, my bones like Jell-O as I catch my breath.
A couple of minutes pass, and I know I need to get up and clean the toy before putting it away, but as I sit up to do so, I feel the cool, wet spot beneath my ass, and just like that…reality hits me like a ton of fucking bricks.
“Fuck me,” I curse as I rip off the bedding I just washed and toss it on the floor in a pile.
Thankfully, it didn’t soak through to the mattress since I keep a waterproof protector on at all times for this very reason.
After I retrieve a fresh set of bedding from my closet, I quickly make the bed, then clean the toy and decide to make the dirty sheets tomorrow’s problem.
Nothing like a little post-nut clarity to sober a person right up.