Blaire.
Zach leaned forward and kissed my lips once again. Then he pulled out of me. In one swift movement, he turned me around on fours and entered me from behind. He didn’t have a problem spearing through me again. My folds were slick with my juices and his. He went at me hard and deep. I couldn’t control the moans coming out of me anymore.
I felt his arm on my waist as he pulled me to him. He stopped pumping his cock into me. His breath was hot against my ear.
“Baby girl, you’re loud,” he said. “Our parents aren’t here, but the maids are sleeping downstairs. I don’t want them to suspect that I’m fucking my little sister.”
I simply nodded.
“I love hearing you scream my name, baby girl,” he said. “But while we’re at home, you’re gonna have to scream through my pillow, okay?”
I nodded again.
He nipped my earlobe while his other hand wrapped gently around my throat. “Good girl,” he whispered. “If you become too loud, I will stop. Do you understand?”
“Yes. Please, Zach! Fuck me!”
He began pumping me again. He pulled out excruciatingly slow, and then he went in with so much vigor I could hardly contain.
“Oh gosh!” I almost screamed.
“Shhh…” he whispered against my ear. His fingers caressed the skin on my throat and jaw, holding my head against his shoulder.
His hand slowly crept down below to my pussy, his fingers gently tracing circles on my sensitive button. He withdrew his hips once more, slowly, and then he went in deeply, strongly.
“Oh my god!” I breathed.
“You like that, baby girl?”
I nodded.
“I can’t hear you,” he said. He pumped into me again.
“Yes! Yes!”
“Shhh…” he said. “I told you to keep quiet.”
He was taunting me. “Fuck!” I cursed. “Zach! Please!”
“Please what?”
I wanted him to go fast. Right now, he was stimulating my clit, making me hotter and wetter. He was going deep in me, but he was going on a very slow rate. It was heightening my experience, but not enough to send me over the edge.
“Please go faster. Make me cum!”
He sucked the skin on my neck, doubtless leaving me with hickeys again. For two weeks, I hadn’t been wearing sleeveless shirts and blouses that were not turtlenecks. It was not possible. My body and my neck had about a dozen kiss marks from Zach. He was possessive that way, and I loved it. I loved him claiming his stake on me and my body.
“If I do, do you promise to keep quiet?” he asked.
“Yes!” I breathed in a hoarse tone.
“Who are you begging to fuck you, baby girl?”
“You!”
“Who am I?”
“Zachary Reed,” I said. Then I turned my head so I could look at him in the eyes. “My brother.”
Something dark and primal crossed his eyes. We both relented on the gravity of our relationship. The taboo, the forbidden pleasure we were both sharing.
I became relentless. I reached back so I could push his head toward mine. I kissed him slowly, tracing his lips with my tongue. I gave him an innocent yet seductive look, and then I whispered, “Come on, Zach. Fuck your little sister! Mark her! Make her yours!”
He lost it. He released me and pushed my body toward the pillows. I felt his hands squeeze my hips on both sides as he pulled my body to meet his long, thick, hard cock.
I smiled to myself, satisfied in the knowledge that I knew which buttons to push in him too. I knew how to drive him crazy the same way he was relentlessly driving me to insanity.
“This pussy is mine, baby girl,” he said in a low, hoarse voice. “You. Are. Mine!”
I smiled against the pillow. As if I had any desire to be someone else’s. I was his the moment he shielded me from my mother’s abuse. I was his the moment he took a whipping for me. And maybe all these years, the reason why I never seriously dated any guy, why I didn’t want to get intimate with anyone, was because I had always known who I belonged to.
I belonged to him—Zach, my savior, my best friend, my knight in shining armor... my brother.