Wet & Wicked: Forbidden Collection Of Lust

Twice As Dirty (VIII)

Cole’s POV~

"Swallow me, sis. Swallow the sin."

The words hung in the air, mixing with the faint swell of the orchestra from the banquet hall.

I didn't let her adjust. I didn't give her mercy. I fed her another inch, my hips rolling forward in a slow grind that pushed the head of my c**k against the back of her throat.

And she gagged. The sound was wet, and choked. Her hands came up to my thighs, her fingernails digging in through the trousers, trying to push me back.

"Uh-uh," I tsked, my hand tightening in her hair, forcing her to hold still. "Hands behind your back, Elara. If you scratch me, I'll make you do this in front of the whole table."

Trembling, she obeyed. Her hands dropped to her lower back, clutching her own wrist.

"That's my good girl," I purred, the praise feeling like poison on my tongue. "Daddy’s good girl, being a bad girl for her brother."

I looked down at her. The sight was a masterpiece of sin. Her red dress was pooled around her knees on the marble. Her lips were stretched wide, glistening and red, struggling to accommodate the girth of her own flesh and blood.

A string of saliva was already connecting the corner of her mouth to my shaft.

Suddenly the sounds of footsteps started coming from the hall. But I didn't pull out. I didn't even slow down.

I just looked toward the sound, my heart hammering a wild rhythm against my ribs, while I kept my c**k buried deep in her throat.

"Cole?"

It was a woman’s voice. One of the guests, laughing with her husband as they walked toward the restrooms.

Elara’s eyes went wide. She panicked, trying to pull back, to scramble away.

I held her firm.

"Shh," I hissed, my grip like iron. "Stay still, sis. Don't you dare move."

The couple walked past, just feet away. They didn't look at the archway. They were too busy laughing about something they said.

But the risk ... the adrenaline...

I heard them turn the corner. I looked back down at Elara. Tears were streaming down her cheeks, ruining her makeup.

"See?" I whispered, my thumb stroking her wet cheek. "That was close. But you took it like a pro. You didn't make a sound."

I reached up, loosening my tie with one hand, never withdrawing from her mouth.

"What are you doing?" she tried to mumble around me.

I pulled the tie free. The silk was cool.

"Eyes closed, Elara," I commanded.

I draped the tie over her eyes, tying it tightly behind her head. The world went dark for her.

"Now you can't see who's watching," I growled, my dominance flaring. "You just have to feel your brother."

I started to move. Slowly. Deeply. Withdrawing until just the tip was caught between her lips, then slamming back in, hitting the back of her throat, owning the space.

She kept slurping.

"You're so tight, sis," I groaned, my head falling back, the pleasure was coiling tight in my balls. "So tight and warm. Made for me."

I felt the tell-tale tingle at the base of my spine. I was close. So close.

"I'm going to c*m," I panted, my thrusts becoming erratic, losing the rhythm. "And you're going to swallow every drop, aren't you?"

She nodded, the movement was restricted by my hand, her throat working around me.

"Say it," I demanded, pulling back just enough to let her speak. "Say 'I swallow for my brother.'"

"I... I swallow for my brother," she choked out, her voice sounded ruined.

"Good girl," I hissed.

I drove back in, deeply, holding her head against my pelvis.

I came with a groan that I had to bite back, my body kept shuddering as I pumped my release down her throat. Spurt after spurt. It was very hot, thick and messy.

I felt her swallowing, gagging, taking it all because she was told to.

When I was empty, I didn't pull out immediately. I stayed there, buried in her mouth, feeling her breath puff hot against my stomach.

I stayed there, buried to the hilt, my pelvis pressed against her nose, holding her in that suffocating space where the only thing she could breathe was me.

Her throat spasmed around me in a wet, rhythmic clenching that sent jolts of electric pleasure straight to my spine. I closed my eyes, savoring the heat, the tightness, the absolute surrender of her gag reflex.

"Shh," I hushed her, my hand stroking the back of her head, gentle as a lover, while my c**k choked her. "Just relax, Elara. Let your brother sit in your throat for a minute."

Her hands were clutching my trousers, her knuckles turned white.

I pulled back. Slowly. Inch by agonizing inch, I dragged my shaft out of the wet heaven of her mouth. The head popped free with a wet schlick, a string of saliva and thick, white residue connecting her bottom lip to the tip of my d**k.

I didn't go back in. I looked down at her.

Her face was a masterpiece of ruin. Her makeup was smeared, black tears tracking down her cheeks. Her lips were swollen, red, and glistening. And there, on her chin, was the mess I had left behind, a creamy, pearly streak drying in the cool air.

"You're a mess, sis," I whispered, my voice dropping to a low, filthy growl.

I held my c**k in my hand. It was slick, and shiny with her saliva and my release. Very heavy and throbbing.

I took the wet, sticky head and I flogged her cheek with it.

It landed with a smack sound. The heavy weight of me landing against her skin.

"Feel that?" I purred, doing it again. Smack. "That's your brother's mess, Elara. And I'm going to rub it in."

I didn't penetrate her again. I used her face like a canvas. I dragged the wet, sensitive tip of my c**k across her cheekbone, smearing the precum and the dried release into her skin, mixing it with her tears.

"Look at you," I groaned, my hand tightening in her hair, tilting her face up to the light. "Covered in me. My scent on your skin. My c*m on your chin."

I rubbed the head against her lips, forcing them apart again, but not entering. Just teasing. Just making her taste the mix of us.

"Open," I commanded softly. "Stick out your tongue, sis."

She did, trembling.

I placed the heavy, wet weight of my shaft on her tongue. I didn't thrust. I just let it rest there.

"Hold it," I ordered. "Just hold your brother's c**k on your tongue while I play with my mess."

I reached down again with my thumb, scooping up a bit of the dried c*m on her chin. I brought it to her lips, rubbing it into the corner of her mouth like a lipstick.

"Lick it," I whispered. "Clean your brother's mess off your face with your tongue."

She did, her tongue darting out, tasting us.

"Good girl," I hissed, my hips twitching, wanting to slam back in. "Now, let's see if you can take me deep again... slowly this time."

I gripped the base of my shaft, guiding the wet, glistening head back to the entrance of her mouth.

"Warm me up again, Elara," I growled. "Get me hard enough to ruin you a second time."