What the fuck was wrong with me?
She was making me think all kinds of stupid things, like she wasn’t just a pretty perfect princess. Like she wasn’t just the hero and I was the villain. She was making me feel like I should be the hero and not the villain. Like I should be taking care of her. So quick I went to her rescue last night. Got her to sleep with me instead of her coming to me herself. I’d lost this game.
I’d fucking played myself.
There’d been no games last night. There’d been no challenge. Kit called me to get her, and I went like a bitch, then got even weaker when it actually seemed like she jumped in that water for me and not for some image she was trying to put off. Like she wasn’t just the perfect doting daughter, like she was actual perfection.
Perfection…
I’d seen a lot of naked women, fucked them, but nothing was like waking up to Cleo with those curvy, lengthy limbs around me. The girl was built like an Amazon, Xena Warrior Princess incarnate. I had to admit I was attracted to strong women, women who had height and stance about them. A lesser guy may want to look down at his girl, but I didn’t mind standing chin to chin with her. Cleo wasn’t quite my height but she was the tallest woman I’d ever been with.
I gripped her bare asscheek, making out with her. We’d been attacking each other’s faces for the last hour or so, but neither one of us seemed to be trying to leave.
God, I was so fucking stupid.
For many reasons, stupid as a dumbfuck. I wanted inside her again, and I’d had her plenty last night. She’d ridden my dick a couple times before I had her on her back again.
“I like how you taste,” she said, touching my mouth. “It’s like jelly beans or something.”
I eyed her, pulling back. “I highly doubt that.”
Neither one of us had left this bed, but morning breath had been far out of each of our minds, I think. We’d just wanted a taste of the other.
She pushed at my chest. “I don’t mean the actual taste.”
“What do you mean then?” I played with her hands, again fucking stupid.
She shrugged. “I guess the way you feel… I don’t know. The way they feel.” She shook her head, looking shy. She was so good at that. Looking
fucking cute. She smiled. “That probably doesn’t make sense.”
I hated to admit that it made more sense than anything else. More than me being in this bed with my stepsister for reasons beyond screwing my father over. I was here because I wanted to be.
And that was damn dangerous.
Her lips also tasted like jelly beans to me, even more dangerous. She was everything sweet to everything vile about myself. A complement to every terrible fucking thing. I should really throw this girl away.
Instead, I hugged her closer. I kissed her closer until I had her on her back.
I sunk inside her, deep and with no condom this time. She’d mention last night between one or two of our tryst that she was on her birth control and taking it regularly now. Normally, I would have said fuck it to that shit. I was raised by two women who really didn’t want to be grandmothers when I was like fifteen and just starting to have sex, so it’d been drilled into me no matter how good going bareback felt on my dick. There was nothing better than that shit, but I only did it if I trusted the person. For whatever reason, I knew nothing about my stepsister, but not only took her bare once, but twice. I trusted her twice.
I trusted her.
I wanted everything about this girl to be a show, a lie. I wanted her to lie to me and give me a reason to hate her. I wanted her to play me because I could understand that. What I couldn’t understand was someone being genuine to me when they both had no reason to and had also been raised by my absent father. So her being the way she’d been was fucking confusing and made my mind spin.
Just like this.
I eased Cleo’s head back, popping her tits and angling them perfectly for my mouth.
I couldn’t even get her jugs into my mouth, so fucking large and beautiful. I’d played with them enough times last night to own them. I did own her.
She’d only been with me.
That made this girl mine, and I completely took ownership of that as I disappeared inside her. Grunting, I slammed my cock wildly, forcing an ache from her throat I covered with my mouth. She bit me, and I roared, biting her back.
“Cleo, you’re going to be the death of me.” Because she was, on me last night after I’d been tired.
Pulling out of her, I forced her on her chest, taking her wrists and tugging them behind her. I fucked her no holds barred, unable to physically hold back if I wanted. I came too quickly this time with this girl on her tits and her ass up. I slapped one of her cheeks, and she cried out.