You Are Mine Little Sister (by Syra Tucker) novel Chapter 87

Her lips parted in that way they did when she was too stunned. I didn't know if it had to do with her determination to get rid of the collar, but Rali Hayes did not fucking object.

She took the fingers down her legs, squeezed them between her thighs, and then—God help me—she slid them in like I asked her to.

Fuck. Me.

My cock jumped so hard it nearly broke through skin. I'd never seen anything more devastatingly erotic.

She held my gaze as she pumped those fingers in and out. And I watched. I felt it with my eyes.

Her juices glistened on her knuckles, making a mess she didn't even try to hide. My damn control almost snapped.

"Fuck," I growled more to myself than to her.

I grabbed a fistful of her hair and dragged her to my cock, stuffing her mouth full with a force she didn't see coming. Like the monster I was, I delighted in the way she choked, sputtered, and whimpered.

I hissed through the teeth with my head lolling back and my eyes fluttering close. Quite unfortunate her scalp had to endure the backlash of my self-control, because I fisted her hair like it had personally offended me.

"Keep those fingers busy, Green," my voice came out abrasive.

And she did. She meticulously fingered herself while she sucked my cock. What better way was there to start a day?

I kept leaking pre-cum, all of which she took down her throat.

Then, came that moment that felt like a miracle. One I was sure she was too lost to notice.

She moaned.

She fucking sang with her mouth around my dick and her fingers in her pussy.

Holy fuck!

Angels sing in choirs, but Rali made me see stars with a single moan.

I straightened my head to stare down at her. Her pussy... I needed a clearer view.

"Spread your legs, Green. I need to see my pussy while you fuck it."

Her lips stayed latched around my cock like a good girl—like my good girl—while she shifted. If I had known a collar was all I needed to get this version of Rali, I'd have stocked my closet with varieties long before now.

She squatted on her toes, spread her thighs, and gave me the view I craved. The whole fucking package. Hollywood could keep its screens. This was the kind of show you felt in your bones.

The moment turned intense. She sucked me harder while fucking herself open like like I instructed. Her moans were quiet enough to feel accidental, like her throat didn't know it was betraying her. Juice leaked down her knuckles, painting her thighs with slick streaks I wanted to lick clean. My tongue starved for it.

"This wasn't meant for your pleasure, Green." She looked up at me with eyes heavy with lust and confusion.

She was right where I wanted—needy and at my mercy.

I gave her the same smile the devil must've worn when Eve asked what the apple tasted like. "It was meant for mine."

She blinked again and the fog of lust cleared, replaced by sobering clarity. Suddenly, it was as if the reality of the situation fully set it on her.

Her eyes fell to her knees, her fingers, then to my cock. She looked like someone waking from a dream they weren't supposed to enjoy; like the realization was more damning than the act itself.

A different kind of shiver passed through her.

Despite the haunted look stamped across her pretty face, her eyes still glistened with want. With traces of how badly she wanted to finish the fire she started in her own body.

"If you really want to cum, Green," my fingers trailed along her jaw. "I want to hear you beg for it."

Her lashes kissed her cheeks as she pulled in a breath that staggered on the way out. For the second time, I saw raw shame drown her like a flood she couldn't swim through. It made her shoulders fold in like she wanted to disappear. If the ground split open, she'd dive in without hesitation.

"Take it off." Her voice was smaller than a whimper. "Please."

I knew if she tried to say it louder, the tears would betray her.