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Hank

I have no fucking clue what’s happening, but the world is turning as though there’s a plan being set into motion. A plan that’s always been written. A plan that’s playing out whether it’s right or not.

Our lips meet with quick, hard energy, pressing together as though we’ve held back for too long. Moments later, my hands are in her hair, on her skin, touching places I know I shouldn’t touch.

My tongue slides against hers, and a moan escapes her lips as she wraps her legs around my waist and thrusts upward against my cock.

I slide my hand down over her curves, taking my time to memorize the way her thick hips curve to her thighs.

Jesus. I’ve spent too many fucking nights dreaming about this. Too many nights masturbating to thoughts of this. Too many nights plotting how to make this happen, only to feel like a perverted monster for even thinking these thoughts to begin with.

Hell, if Duke knew the places I was touching his little sister right now, he’d send a hit out after me. We’ve seen so much together that we’re like brothers, but that wouldn’t matter for a split second. He would murder me on sight.

What the hell am I doing?

Abby grips the back of my neck and stares up at me, lips swollen, eyes intense. “I took your jacket, and I wore it when I touched myself.”

Fuck! What the fuck is happening? That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard! She wore my fucking jacket when she touched herself?

“Jesus, that’s hot. You’re… fuck, baby. What about it did you like?”

“It smelled like you… all leather and motor oil. I would just get lost in the jacket, the leather, ugh, it was like laying in your arms.”

I slide my hand between her thighs, rubbing over her soft cotton panties that have soaked through. I’m not sure there’s blood going to my brain anymore because all I want to do is pet her, lick her, taste her, and thrust inside her tight little pussy regardless of the consequences.

“I need to see that someday.”

“What?”

“You masterbating with my jacket on. I bet that would be a lot better than me jerking off to all the dirty pictures I took of you.”

She narrows her brows and stares up at me with hooded lids. “What?”

“You were bent over a bike, wearing these tight little pants that showed everything, and I snapped a picture to use for later.” I push her panties to the side and slide into the sticky wet heat, desperate to be inside of her.

“I’d come so hard thinking about how you didn’t know I’d taken the photos. ”

She whines and scrubs her pussy up against my hand as she hooks around the back of my neck and thrusts upward over and over again.

“I lied to you, Hank,” she whispers, continuing to thrust. “I’m not over you.

I still think about you all the time. You’re part of the reason I came out here. You’re the man I want.”

Thrusting my finger into her tight little pussy, I lean into her lips and kiss them gently. “And you’re the girl I want but know I can’t have.”

Our eyes meet, and for a second, there’s nothing more than a series of tones that won’t leave.

There’s a ringing so loud that I feel urges rolling over me that never have before.

I tug her breast from the shirt she’s wearing and scrape my teeth against her nipple, suckling like I’m desperate for milk.

Fuck, I’d love to milk her. I’d love to fill her with my babies and watch her body grow.

I’d love to suck the milk from her tits and lay on her lap as she feeds me.

Wow, you’re a sick fuck!

My cock drives against her hip as I try to work another finger into her tight core. It’s been a long while since I’ve been with a woman, but even then, I don’t remember anyone being this tight.

Another finger slides into her core as she stares back at me, panting and releasing a wince. It’s a sharp, defined wince as I try to put another inch inside of her.

“Oh,” she cries. “Your fingers are huge.”

“You’re really tight, Sunny.”

“I’m, yeah… well.” She stalls her words, and though she hasn’t said anything yet, I get a feeling I know what’s coming next. “I… I’m a virgin.”

A virgin? She’s a virgin. Her little pussy has never been touched. Never been claimed. Never been used. She’s mine. All mine. Every inch of her. Every inch of her forbidden body is mine, though I know I can’t actually have any of it.

Fuck!

My cock drives harder against the zipper of my jeans, and though I know for sure now more than ever we’re not fucking tonight, I reach down and free him from his misery anyway, rubbing my soaking fingers against my shaft. It’s probably the closest I’ll ever get to knowing what her juices feel like.

My God, I want to fuck her.

“Why did you stop?” she pants, staring up at me.

“I… you… you’re a virgin, honey. I… I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Hurt me! I want to be hurt, Hank. Seriously. Don’t stop.”

“No, I mean… I have to stop. Look, I knew that I needed you before we started. Hell, I’ve needed you for years. But now… I know more than ever I couldn’t take you once and give you back.”

She rolls me onto my back, lifts off her skirt, and drives her soft virgin pussy against my cock, soaking wetness down over my shaft. I’m pretty sure I could come just like this.

“We don’t have to make this a thing. I know this doesn’t work forever. It works right now, and that’s enough for me.”

“But you can’t lose your virginity to me.

It’s not right. You should give that to someone you can spend forever with.

Besides, I’m… I don’t know how I don’t keep you for myself, Sunny.

I’d wreck the whole fucking world to get into that pussy again.

” I pet over the top of her soft lips with a groan. “I know it.”

Humping over me slowly, she drives her tight, little core over my stomach and down over the head again before sliding between my legs, her hot mouth on my cock, her tongue swirling around the head, her hair flowing around down my thighs. Over and over, her head bobs as she slurps and sucks.

Oh my fucking God!

Mechanically, it’s novice, but there’s something special about it. Something innocent and sweet that has my cock ready to explode in her throat.

Damn it, I’m a sick fuck. A sick fucking fuck.

I dig my fingers into her hair and direct her back and forth as she moans on my cock.

Where the fuck am I? How the hell is this happening?

I could come in her mouth. I feel it coming, but I won’t. I refuse. I refuse until I’ve had her, until I’ve made her come first.

“Up here, sweetheart. Sit on my face. Scrub that little pussy against my beard. I need it.”

She lowers her head onto my cock one last time before she lifts her body and shimmers up toward my face, lowering onto my beard.

I breathe her in, the soft scent of berries on her thighs.

I figure now it must be her body wash or the lotion she wears.

Whatever it is, it blends perfectly with the sweet taste of her juicy wet pussy.

She scrubs against my beard, spreading her lips against my face as she moves and shifts, thrusting against me.

My hands land on her back as she braces against the wall with a moan. “Oh my God, right there. Please!”

Blood rushes up my cock, and I swear I’m going to explode without a single touch, but I grip it anyway, jerking slowly as Abby rides my face.

“We need to fuckin’ talk,” Duke groans through the door, erasing my last thought.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

My cock is rock hard, and I know she’s close. I can taste it in the consistency of her come. I can feel it in the way she’s moving her hips against my face.

I can’t speak. I think I locked the door.

I jerk my cock to the thought of all the things that could go wrong. He could swing the door open. He could see his sister on my face. She could come, and her screams could be too loud.

I love Abby for a lot of reasons. She’s sweet as hell, kind, caring, hardworking, afraid of her own shadow, and she wears a sundress like no one I’ve ever seen.

Never once did I think to act on it because touching her was wrong.

Yet now, with Duke on the other side of the door, I’m somehow harder.

Harder with the thought of getting caught.

Harder at the thought of owning her when he can’t do a thing about it.

Another knock hits the door, but nothing is bringing me back to reality. I need her on my cock. I need to fill her up. I need to spread her little, virgin pussy wide and make her mine. I need a lot of things, and I need it all right now.

She grinds faster and harder, working her way over my tongue like she can’t take any more, like the world will end if she doesn’t get more right now. Then suddenly, without warning, she bellows out a cry so loud that there’s no way in hell he doesn’t hear it. It’s then that reality sets in.