Page 12 of Dark Thirst (The Scandalous Novellas)

W e walk in silence down the boardwalk and towards my parked car. I hear her light footsteps fall in behind me as we approach the Mustang. I got here an hour early, parked nearby, and watched from my car.

I wanted to see who it was before I exposed myself ,and to my surprise, I watched as my sweet step-cousin walked towards the Honeycomb. She doesn’t live in the area, so it’s no coincidence that she was here.

Everything came back to me in a rush. The green Jeep at Gaslight, I gave her a key to my apartment, the vanilla perfume that permeated my apartment and sheets. It was her. All of it.

I open the passenger door of my car and wait until she gets in and sits before I close it. She hasn’t said a word and neither have I. This silence can mean two things: either she’s terrified of me and what we just did or she enjoyed it and is wondering what is wrong with her.

I know I am. She made me come so fucking hard that I can’t wait to have her suck my cock again.

I get in the car, turn it on, and head back to my apartment. “When do you have to go back to school?” I whisper. “M-Monday,” she stutters.

“Does anyone know where you are?”

“No. I told my parents I was going back to school early.”

“Good. Let’s keep it that way. You’re mine for the weekend.”

I turn my head to look at her, but she is staring out the window, so I can’t see her expression.

“Why?” I ask. “Why did you break into my apartment, steal my mask, and send me an email with your picture? I didn’t know it was you until I saw you walk up to the Honeycomb.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I see her turn her head towards me, but don’t hear any words come out of her mouth. “Fine. Don’t say anything. I’ll get it out of you sometime this weekend,” I grit out.

“I’m sorry!” she whimpers out.

“I don’t want to hear sorry, Michelle! I just want to know why? I didn’t know who it was, and I even accused my fucking ex-girlfriend. What if I had called the police?” I slam my hand on the steering wheel in frustration.

“What did I ever do to you?” I say under my breath.

“Nothing! I never meant to hurt you! I-I was just impulsive and stupid, and after seeing what you do online, I wanted more from you!” She slaps her hand over her mouth as if she had just said something she shouldn’t have. So she’s seen everything I’ve ever posted. Fuck!

“Are you Evie too?” I growl, and grip the steering wheel until my knuckles turn white.

“Yes,” she whispers. Ah, that confirms it then. She is Evie.

I pull into my parking space, turn off the car, and get out, walking over to the passenger side and opening the door for her. She slowly gets out of the car and keeps her head down while we walk inside and go up to the fifth floor.

“I changed the locks, by the way,” I mention as I unlock my front door. “And installed cameras, thanks to you.” Michelle looks up at me with tear-filled, bright green eyes. She’s so beautiful. How can I stay mad at her?

But I am. I’m furious that she tricked me. Furious that she felt she couldn’t come clean and tell me how she felt. This could have ended up worse.

“Go sit on the couch,” I demand, and she walks straight over and sits, putting her head in her hands. I make myself a drink to calm my nerves. She’s good at following instructions. I like that.

Making her a vodka on the rocks, I walk over and sit next to her. My head falls back on the couch, and I sigh deeply before placing my hand on her lower back to comfort her.

“Relax, princess. Just talk to me. Or we can go to the bedroom and sort things out,” I only half joke, but really, I’m being serious. I rub her back as she tries to relax herself. “I’m not mad, ok? Just please talk to me.”

“What am I supposed to say?” her voice cracks.

“That you wanted what we did earlier as much as I did.”

“But it was wrong. We’re family.”

“Are we?” I question that we’re family because we didn’t grow up together. My dad only married her aunt seven years ago, and we barely saw each other in that time frame.

Michelle shakes her head no. “I guess we’re not really related. Everyone would still see it as wrong, though.”

I shrug my shoulders. “I don’t give a shit what anyone thinks.” I grab her by the arm and stand up, leading her to my bedroom. As soon as we enter, I grab her face with both hands and place my lips on hers.

Her lips are so soft that I can’t help but explore her mouth with my tongue while wrapping one hand around her throat. She presses her body against mine, and my cock gets hard immediately.

A mixture of passion and lust intertwine between us as we push and pull against one another. Wanting more of her, I remove her hoodie and shirt, and she tugs at mine as well.

There’s no need to exchange words. Our bodies will explain more than words ever could. She moves back until her legs hit the bed, and then I push her onto it. Straddling her body, I kiss her neck and make my way down to her breasts.

Fuck, that vanilla perfume just drives me wild. I yank down her bra, revealing the most perfect dusky brown nipples; holy shit, both are pierced. I didn’t think I could get any harder, but seeing them makes me want to burst out of my fucking pants.

I lick my lips, sit back on my heels, and undo my pants, finally freeing my cock. Two small hands immediately wrap around it and start stroking me.

“Should I put on a mask again?” I ask breathlessly.

She bites her bottom lip and shakes her head no. “I want to look into your eyes while you fuck me.”

Deal. Pinning her hands above her head, I hover over her body and think about what I want to do first. There are handcuffs in my drawer, but it’s too soon to use any restraints on her. She’s a good girl that listens to instructions.

“Don’t move,” I command. She nods again, and her eyes widen as I make my way down to her breasts again. I’d love to use some clamps on her pretty pierced nipples, but I think it’s best to keep this a bit more vanilla until we can discuss things more.

I don’t know what kind of kinky shit Michelle is into, and I sure as fuck don’t want to scare her off. Not that face fucking her in public wasn’t kinky enough.

I take one perky nipple in my mouth and circle my tongue around the ring while using my fingers to pinch and tease the other. Michelle breathlessly moans and arches her back under me.

Her moans have me going down further. I want to taste her so badly, but I also want her to sit on my face while I taste her for the first time.

She’s my princess, but I don’t care for a pillow princess.

I like a woman that can take control of her own pleasure, and tell me how she likes it, and demands to be taken care of.

As I undo her pants, she attempts to cover her exposed breasts. “Didn’t I tell you not to move? The only time you can do what you want is when you’re riding my cock or riding my face. Understood?”

“Yes,” she whispers.

“Good. Now I want you to do just that.”

“What?”

“Ride my face until you come. I want to taste you, princess. Your pussy belongs to me now.”

I get off of her and lay down on the bed with my hands behind my head.

My cock is throbbing and leaking pre-cum, but this isn’t about me right now.

I want to pleasure her, hear her moan my name, and see what her beautiful face looks like when she comes.

She stands and slowly lowers her jeans and panties.

A smile spreads across my face as my heart wants to beat out of my chest.

Michelle is so fucking sexy. I’ve never appreciated such a curvy, full body as I do hers.

Her skin has an olive tone to it that glows in the low light of the bedroom.

She has a perfect hourglass figure that I can’t wait to get my hands on.

I lick my lips in anticipation as my eyes roam down to her pussy. “Come and take your seat.”

She blushes and carefully straddles my waist. I sense her hesitation, so I put my hands on her bubbly ass and move her forward so her knees are on either side of my face.

Moving down a bit to position myself better, I get a full view of her slick core.

I growl at the thought of her being so wet after our session in the tunnel.

She grabs my hair and pulls my head back. “Wait!”

“Why are you interrupting the start of my meal?” I ask, annoyed at the fact that she stopped me from licking her pussy clean.

“Are you sure we should do this?” she asks with a worried look on her face.

“I shoved my cock down your throat and made you swallow my cum earlier. I’m just trying to return the favor. Please don’t interrupt again unless it’s to tell me to fill your cunt with my cock.”

She rolls her eyes and lowers her hips over my face. I run my tongue across her slit and taste pure heaven. Michelle tries to sit up, but I prevent her from moving by grabbing her hips and pulling her down onto me. She’s not going anywhere, and I don’t care if I can breathe or not.

I eat her like it’s the last meal I’ll ever have. And I have to say, it’s the best I’ve ever had. Her squirms, moans, and ragged breathing have me ready to come all over myself, and I wouldn’t even mind. But first, I want her to come all over my face.

My little princess finally gets comfortable enough to grab my hair and ride my face, using me to get off. I focus on licking her clit while I move my hand underneath her and slide a finger into her wet cunt.

She screams, and I slide another finger in, feeling her clench against my fingers. She’s close, but I’m not finished yet, so I remove my fingers and lick them clean as she tries to catch her breath. I can’t get enough of her taste, so I put her on her back, spread her wide, and ravage her again.

This time, I want to make her squirt, so I shove three fingers deep inside of her and curl them while I tease her clit. The walls of her pussy tighten, and her fingers wrap around my hair to keep me from moving.

“Oh, fuck! Sean, please!” she screams as she squirts all over my fingers and mouth. I lick every drop she spills as her legs shake. Fuck. This girl is perfect. I want to make her come repeatedly, forever.

Before I stop myself, I lick my fingers clean again, stroke my cock, and slide it into her slick cunt. “Oh my god,” she gasps.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so fucking good!” I growl as I thrust deeper and harder.

I place her legs over my shoulders, and move my hand to lightly grip her throat as I plow into her.

Her hands find my hips, and her fingernails dig into me.

She tries to turn her face to keep from screaming out, but I want to look into her beautiful green eyes, so I grip both sides of her face and make her look at me.

The sound of my hips slamming into her and our moans fill the room. Our eye contact never breaks as I gently caress her pretty little face. I’m about to come, but before I do, I pull out quickly and ask, “Are you on birth control?”

There is no room for accidents. Even if this is the only time she lets me fuck her, I don’t want to risk getting her pregnant.

She quickly nods yes, and pulls my hips forward. My cock presses against her, and I slide in again. This time, I don’t take it slow. I pin her knees to the bed before pounding into her. There’s a rush of wetness right before I come, and I realize that she just squirted all over my dick.

The sight of her eyes rolling to the back of her head and biting her bottom lip as she comes has me blowing my load inside of her. I wish I had lasted longer to feel her again, but I couldn’t help myself. My little princess is a squirter, and I love it.

I’m going to spend the weekend making her forget her name, and I’ll make sure she leaves here more satisfied than she’s ever been.