Page 12 of Wanting What’s Wrong

Nine

Trent

M y dick feels like a missile set to launch, to bring us to destruction as soon as I get inside her. I’ve never been happier that I waited for her. Even in the moments I wasn’t sure we would get to this place, I knew I could never taint my love for her in that way.

Getting off with anyone else. Touching anyone else. Being inside anyone else. My gut churns at the thought.

But I’ve got her in my arms and nothing short of a nuclear explosion will stop me now. With Mom and Dad gone, there’s no one to hurt now but ourselves and we’ve both been hurt enough.

Her skin tastes like heaven. Like gold, like whiskey. Her nipple draws into a stiff peak between my teeth. Every dream I’ve ever had of her, every fucking fantasy, it’s happening now. Right here. Fucking finally.

Her creamy, sweet scent wafts up to my nose, driving me almost fucking insane. I’m fighting myself—I want it all and I want it now. Everything at once. Her nipple in my mouth. My tongue in her pussy. My cock against her cervix. Everything.

But I know I have to take it slow.

The force of my need could rip her apart. And it takes every fucking ounce of my years of military discipline to hold it all back.

She moans. She whines. I move my mouth across her soft flesh, kissing, tracing up and down.

“How can anything feel this good,” she says on a whisper. “How can anything be this perfect.”

I growl against her tits. She thinks this is good? She thinks this is perfect?

Just wait.

I scoop her into my arms, savoring the feeling of her skin against mine. I kiss her deep and full, possessive and long, laying her body down on the bed, and slip my hand between her legs, my fingers tracing the little brush of hair she has at the top of her pussy.

Her eyes widen, dart back and forth between mine. “Trent, I’ve never…”

The innocence, the fear, they just about split me in two. My gut clenches. On one hand, I want to go slow and soft. On the other hand, I want to fuck her now, hard, without stopping, without remorse. To take what belongs to me. What has always been mine.

But I know I can’t. Not yet.

I cup the heat and slickness of her pussy in my palm, my fingers slipping in her wetness, but don’t push further. “It’s okay. We’re not there yet, baby girl.”

In my voice, I hear certainty. Confidence. And I mean it, but I’m charting new fucking terrain here myself. All these years, I’ve saved myself for her. It was always going to be her or no one.

But, it’s not a fucking fantasy now. It’s real. So real, it hurts .

In my head, I’ve fucked my baby into her a hundred times. Minimum. I’ve made her cum so hard she cries, twenty times before dawn.

Her belly quivers under my tongue as I make my way across every inch of her beautiful body. “Trent. Oh God.”

The need in her voice, the desire, it makes my balls tighten, makes me groan. And I work my way down, down, down to the heaven that calls me like a fucking primal drumbeat in my head.

“You’re all I’ve ever fucking wanted, Kat.” I pause, my eyes meeting hers, and after a beat of holding her focus, I give her inner thigh a long line of soft kisses.

“You’re my…” her voice trails off as she trembles and I taste her skin, flicking and licking as I wind upward from her inner thigh to the destination. The throne. My safe haven and harbor. The one thing in the world I know can bring me peace.

She reaches for my shoulders, trying to stop me. She says nothing, but I can see a world of protest in her eyes. And I fucking love that.

“I don’t care what you say, Kitty Kat. You’re going to be mine.”

The deep rumble of my voice seems to cut through her fear, her hesitation. In her eyes, I see her love, I see she’d do anything for me. Anything I want with her body a quivering mess, wet and hot and unsure.

I slide my hand up her soft, warm flesh and roll her left nipple between thumb and forefinger. “Tell me yes, baby. Don’t fucking make me wait.”

She lifts her head, eyes flashing. I pinch harder, and harder, until she arches her head back.

I take her pussy lips fully into my mouth, tasting her candy-sweet and savory wonder, her desire. Her need.

And then she says the most beautiful word that’s have ever come out of her beautiful mouth. “Yes.” She nods, fast and urgent. “ Yes. ”

Boom. It’s like a fucking starting pistol. Game on, and no fucking around now.

I sink into her pussy, tasting her folds, her flesh, my wounds forgotten in the balm of our twin desires. Like a starved man finally allowed to eat, I tongue her from the tip of her clit, down through every fold, lapping up the glorious juices that trickle from her opening.

Noises roll out of me from some primitive part of my DNA. Grunts and chuffs in my throat sound inhuman and I know I’m an animal racing forward on pure instinct.

Down. Down. Down. Teasing right at the opening of her little asshole. Tasting her juices that have slicked her dark little hole and she twists and bucks as I hold her down.

She’s heaven and hell all at once. Heaven because her flavor is fucking sweet and everything I’ve ever wanted; hell because there’s no stopping now. She’s got no fucking idea about the power of my lust for her.

But she’s about to find out.

My head fucking spins with how we will be. Who she will be to me and me to her.

Daddy. Babygirl. Will she understand?

I force myself to focus on the here, the now. Not on the tomorrow or the future. But this. Here. Her pussy and her ass and her fucking blissful lush body just waiting to be taken.

I revel in her scent and my need spills down through my cock, my thighs, my every fucking muscle and bone.

Her body writhes as I lick and suck on her hard, sweet clit, spreading her legs until her tendons stand out under the soft creamy flesh of her thighs.

She moans, back arching, mouth open, fingers gripping the sheets. With every part of my soul, I want to taste her bliss, to bring her to the deepest pleasure she’s ever felt, to have her dripping pussy gush her rapture onto my tongue.

I curl one finger deep inside her tight little hole, my mind seizing with the feeling of sweet softness around my thick digit, imagining what it’ll feel like on my throbbing shaft.

I pummel into her, careful not to wreck the tight resistance she’s saved for me, licking and sucking her and lapping her up until she stills, body tense, mouth open.

The calm before the storm.

Her hands find their way to my head, keeping me close as I finger fuck her and work her clit with my tongue.

“Oh God, ” she moans, then her whimpers and groans fill the room as her hips begin to jerk and twitch under my mouth. I drink her in, greedy and hungry, as her cunt tightens around my finger.

She comes and comes, harder and louder and stronger than in all my fucking cock-pumping fantasies.

I’m overwhelmed to the point of madness as pleasure overtakes her. And all that pleasure, I’m fucking giving her that. I am fucking taking her here.

Me. Her. Together.

Nothing in the world could be better than giving her this, right now. Just us. Like I’ve always wanted.

Her body tightens in one final spasm, and I taste her wetness as it changes from slick arousal to rich orgasm. As she grips my head with her thighs, lost in this manic bliss, her wetness reminds me of us when we were little. When I’d kiss her tears away.

It’s a lifetime of twisting and curse words and sobs as she loses control and I’m here for it all. My mouth never leaves her heaven, sucking and swallowing everything she offers as I worship at the shrine of my one and only.

Her moans slow, her body begins to settle. She gulps and pants as I take one long lick from the crease of her ass to the top of her wet, swollen lips.

“Oh, God, ” she whimpers, giving my face a gentle push away. I know she’s too sensitive for more. But I couldn’t help myself from taking one last taste.

I stand, feeling my cock fucking throb like a damn toothache, desperate for its turn as I look down at her, her chest red with orgasm-heat, her body slick with sweat.

I take in her soft round curves. Her open legs.

The sheen of her dripping wet pussy. Her sweet pink slit.

My fucking dick is about to explode as I imagine spraying my hot seed right up against her ripe womb.

And with that thought, I grunt as a spurt of pre-cum reminds me I need to get down to business or I’m not going to last.

“Look at me, Kitty Kat.” It’s all I can do to keep my voice low and steady. “Tell me this is what you want.”

She answers by rolling over, bracing her arms and crawling toward me. She locks those sexy brown eyes on me, back arched, ass swaying. I’ve always called her Kitty Kat. But right now, looking up at me, she’s all babygirl. One hundred percent.

She’s so fucking sexy, I feel like I could take on the world for her. My own Helen of Troy.

“Can I taste you now?” she asks, panting and breathless still as she comes down from her peak. Her voice is so sweet, so innocent. Her little fingers find their way to my pants. And at the lightest pressure of her touch, I feel another pulse of pre-cum release, hot and sticky inside my pants.

She glances down, smiling. She fucking knows what’s she’s doing. A larger wet spot forms over my erection.

“Well, well, well, big brother,” she teases, tracing the shape of my hard dick through the canvas of my fatigues. “Big in more ways than one.”

Her eyes narrow, turning dark and sultry.

I cup her chin, drawing her eyes upward.

“Tell me all the dirty things swirling around in that pretty head.”

Without breaking my stare, she traces the ridge of my cock’s crown, then down the shaft, back up and grabbing the tip. “I saw you in the shower, two years ago. I know what’s under here. And I want it. Close up this time. Personal .”

I pinch her cheeks together. “You say that like you can handle it.”

She swallows, blinks once, her pupils dilating. “You won’t know until you let me try. Pretty please?”

“Fuck, baby…” I growl, my head falling back, as her fingers start to work the zipper down, tooth by tooth.

I feel my cock bob out and she groans. “Oh my god,” she whispers. “Look at you. Just look at you.”

I find myself smiling up at the ceiling, kinda pissed and kinda flattered. She knows I hate compliments.

She laughs. “You’re huge. And those veins. They look painful. I think your blood pressure is dangerously high…”

Now I level her with a stare. “You told me this is your first time.”

Her eyes flash a little, afraid but also daring. “But I have the internet, don’t I? It’s not like I’ve never seen one.”

A hot rush of anger fills my body, my balls, my brain. “I don’t even want you fucking looking at other cocks. We clear? Unless you’re with me, and I’m fucking you while you watch. Clear?”

She bites her lip. “Yeah. Perfectly.” And then she reaches into my pants, and gives my pulsing shaft a squeeze.

“ Fuck. ”

She tugs my pants down with her free hand, then when she’s got them at my knees she wraps both her hands around me and the room starts to spin with my primal, desperate urge to passion-fuck my sister.

The urge is so strong, slow is no longer an option.

I kick off my boots and they hit the wall behind me with two hard thumps .

I shove my pants down all the way, stomping them off with her never releasing her little fingers from around the silky- smooth skin of my dick.

As I stand naked, she loosens one hand, taking her index finger and tracing the ropes of dark veins up and down the rock solid length.

She tips her head, making her hair slide over her shoulder, then raises her eyes to mine, leaning in, brushing her lips on the dripping pre-cum as she moans.

Fuck, she moans at my taste. When the soft skin of her lips engulfs the tip, stars dance in my eyes and the room starts to spin.

A molten shiver pulses from my balls. Her tongue tickles the head, and I feel the tip of her tongue press into the opening, mining for more of my cum.

“Jesus Fucking Christ.” I knit my hand into her hair as she focuses her pursed lips over the slit, drawing out what she can, sucking firmly and still moaning like what I’m giving her is the most delicious thing ever.

She opens her lips, her hands guiding my thickness into her mouth, over her tongue, running it around the edges of the head. It feels so fucking good, so fucking right. I watch her twirl her tongue around the purple head until it’s slick with her spit.

“There were nights when this, right here, this thought—this was all I lived for,” I say, the truth of it like a fist gripping my heart.

She closes her eyes, eyelashes kissing her cheeks. Focused and intense. And then inch by inch she sucks me into her mouth, until I feel the hardness of her throat pushing back against the head.

Mother fucker. Nothing, and I mean nothing, has ever felt so good. And I’m not even inside her pussy yet.

I keep my hand on her cheek, and I feel her jaw straining to take my full girth into her mouth. “Such a good little girl.”

She purrs against my cock, eyes still closed. And I swear to fucking Jesus I can sense her pussy leaking wetness all over her thighs from here .

I rock gently back in forth with her rhythm, not pushing, not fucking her throat, even though I wish I could. Because this, this first time, I need her to know she’s safe. There will come a time for roughness, for teaching her what face fucking is, but not yet.

As she takes me to the back of her throat, swallowing, she guides me with one hand on each of my ass cheeks.

It’s all I can do not to hold her head still and drive into her until she gags and bucks, so I put my hands up, behind my head, elbows bent, and let her do what feels fucking right.

And fuck almighty, does it feel right.

She pauses, pulling my slick, granite shaft from her mouth, looking up at me.

“Is this good? Am I doing it right?” her eyes are wide and it makes me want to come all over her sweetheart cheeks.

And the ways she’s looking at me, with those big eyes. Like she needs my approval. My guidance.

A fucking dream come true.

“Goddamn it, yes. I’m not going to last long. You’re fucking killing me.”

“Then tell me. Tell me what I’m doing right,” she says, and takes me back into her mouth again.

“Just like that. Suck hard. Use your tongue underneath. Fuck yeah,” I growl, as she follows my instructions. “Stroke it with one hand. There, fuck, yes. Harder . Jack me off and suck harder.”

Her little hand tightens on my shaft, fingers not even close to touching around the girth.

“Harder. Fucking harder , Kitty Kat. Like you fucking mean it.”