CHAPTER 20: TAKING THE FIRST SISTER (2)

My tongue dragged down between her breasts, across her stomach. When I reached the smooth mound above her slit, I deliberately bypassed it and instead pressed a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss to her inner thigh. She shuddered violently.

I used my hands to spread her thighs wide, but I still didn’t touch her pussy. Instead, I licked and sucked the sensitive skin of her thighs, the crease where thigh met hip, the trembling flesh just inches from where she needed me. Every time she thrust her hips forward, I pulled back, grinning down at her desperation.

"You’re soaked, Reinara," I growled. "I can smell it."

She whimpered, cheeks flushed crimson to match her hair.

I shifted up her body again, pressing my hardness against her lower stomach, letting her feel just how much she drove me insane. Then I buried my mouth in her tits again, switching sides, biting, sucking, pulling until both nipples were raw and glistening with my spit. She writhed beneath me, grinding her hips against air, desperate for friction.

I slid two fingers into her mouth, and she sucked them greedily, eyes half-lidded, moaning around them. I pushed them deeper, fucking her throat until spit dripped down her chin. Then I pulled them out and smeared that spit over her nipples, pinching and twisting until she screamed my name.

"Ray... I’m—ahhh—I’m close—"

"No," I whispered darkly. "Not yet. You’ll cum when I let you."

I flipped her onto her stomach, leaving her wrists tied. Her ass rose in the air, pale cheeks trembling as she struggled against the sash. I smacked her once, the sound sharp in the room. She cried out, half pain, half bliss.

I bent and kissed the red mark, then bit her ass cheek hard enough to make her squeal. My tongue soothed it after, tracing the curve of her hips, biting lower, closer and closer to her wet slit but never touching it.

She thrashed, moaning into the pillow.

Finally, I flipped her back over, climbing on top of her, pinning her thighs wide with my knees. Her body shook, nipples red and swollen, lips parted, her scarlet eyes glassy with need.

"You’re going to cum, Reinara," I said, voice low. "And I’ll never even touch your sweet pussy."

I bent and wrapped my lips around her nipple again, sucking brutally, biting, twisting. My hands squeezed her tits, slapped them lightly, then pinched both nipples at once.

Her whole body arched like a bow.

"Ahhhhhh—Rayyy!" she screamed.

Her thighs clamped shut on nothing, her back arched high, and I felt the bed shake with the force of her orgasm. Her juices splashed out without me ever laying a finger on her slit. She thrashed, bound wrists tugging at the sash, nipples caught between my fingers as wave after wave wracked her.

I held her down, biting her neck, whispering filth into her ear as she came undone beneath me.

When she finally collapsed, trembling, sweat-slicked and red, I kissed her lips at last.

"You see, Reinara," I murmured against her mouth, "your pussy never stood a chance. I own every inch of you."

Her scarlet eyes fluttered open, and she smiled through her exhaustion. "Bastard," she whispered. "Do it again."

And I smiled back, already planning how to break her apart piece by piece without ever giving her what she thought she needed.