Total pages in book: 6
Estimated words: 5609 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 28(@200wpm)___ 22(@250wpm)___ 19(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 5609 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 28(@200wpm)___ 22(@250wpm)___ 19(@300wpm)
Spit glistened at the corners of her mouth as she gazed up at me. “Since I was nineteen. I came home from college and saw you in the shower. You were hard, one hand braced against the wall, the other working your dick. You looked so hot as the water cascaded over your body, and your cock… it was so big and beautiful. I would have dropped to my knees right then and begged you to fuck my mouth.”
“That’s four years, Lyla. Well, baby sister, tonight I’m going to give you every dirty thing you’ve been dreaming about.”
Without warning I slammed back into her mouth until she gagged. Fuck, it felt perfect. I knew it was wrong, but I didn’t care. Nothing in my life had ever felt as right as my little sister choking on my dick.
She looked so innocent gazing up at me while she serviced my cock, but she was anything but. She’d known exactly what she was doing when she walked into the confessional. She wanted to break me, to force me to abandon my vows and surrender to the lust she’d kindled inside me.
She’d gotten exactly what she wanted. My damnation.
“Fuck,” I bellowed as I fucked her mouth with abandon. It was as if I were searching for light in the hell of lust she’d plunged me into. I hated myself for being so weak, but I also wondered why the Lord would test me in a way He knew I would fail. “Have you ever fucked another man, little sister?”
Lyla batted her long dark lashes and shook her head no, my cock still buried between her lips.
My balls tightened. I knew my release was close. But I didn’t want to finish in her mouth. What I craved was far more sinister. I wanted to tear through the last veil of her purity. I wanted to claim the one thing she could give only once.
Reluctantly I pulled out of her mouth, grabbed her hair, and yanked her to her feet. “We both need to repent. The Lord commands that I take what’s rightfully mine. I’m going to take this dirty pussy of yours. I’m going to impale you on my cock and fuck you until you can’t breathe. Do you hear me, sister? I’m going to own you. Once this is done, you’re mine and I’m yours. A union in the house of God, under His watchful eye.”
“Yes,” she panted. “Take me. Take your little sister. Make her yours. I’ve been such a bad girl and I need you to rectify my sins. Please.”
My hands fisted in her hair and I forced her to arch back as I lined my cock up with her warmth and thrust inside. I wasn’t gentle. I wanted to claim her. Own her body the way she already owned my soul.
At that moment I knew my only virtue would be her. To possess her, to love her, and to worship her. My vows were forsaken. The devil had won, and he wore the face of my little sister. “You are mine.”
“Yours,” she gasped.
“I feel your pussy tightening around me, sis. Are you going to come all over your big brother’s cock?”
“Yes. Fuck. Yes. God help me, I am.”
“God can’t help you. God can’t help either of us. The only thing that’s going to help is this.”
I grunted as I pounded into her, then moved my hand to her mouth and forced her lips apart. “Open. Get these fingers nice and wet for me. I’m going to finger that tight little asshole of yours, and when it’s ready I’m going to shove my cock deep inside. I’m going to claim every fucking hole. From this day forward you’re my little slut and you’ll do whatever I want, whenever I want. Do you hear me?”
“Yes,” Lyla said right before she wrapped her lips around my fingers.
Chapter
Four
LYLA
My lips closed around Damien’s fingers, sucking them deep, swirling my tongue the way I’d just done to his cock. The taste of my arousal lingered on his skin, salty and sinful, and I moaned around the intrusion like it was communion.
His eyes darkened above me. They were black with hunger, rimmed with the last shreds of whatever guilt still clung to him.
Damien pulled his fingers free with a wet pop, trailing them down my chin, my throat, and between my breasts, leaving a glistening path that cooled in the dim confessional air. Then lower… and lower still.
“Turn around, little sister,” he ordered, voice rough as gravel. “Hands on the wall. Arch that back for me. Show your big brother what belongs to him now.”
I obeyed without hesitation. The wood was cool against my palms as I braced myself, pushing my hips back, spreading my legs wider. My skirt was already bunched around my waist, and my soaked pussy still throbbed from the way he’d stretched and filled it moments ago.