VELVET DESIRES: An Erotic Anthology

MY SISTER'S HUSBAND #3

While everyone was laughing and chitchatting during dinner, I could barely focus on a single word. My thighs kept pressing together under the table, trying to soothe the dampness between them. Every time I looked up, Aaron was stealing glances at me from across the table, his eyes lingering on my lips, my cleavage, the way I squirmed in my seat.

I managed to survive dinner, but I was too worked up. My panties were soaked, my c**t still throbbing from the memories and that filthy dream. I had to get out of here before I lost my damn mind.

“Whyyy?” My sister pouted when I told her I was leaving early. “You just got here!”

“I know, but I only took a few days off work. I really need to get back to my hotel room and rest,” I lied, forcing a smile.

“Do you really have to?” She persisted and I gave her a nod pressing my lips together.

“I promise to visit when I'm on a holiday break.” I reassured and that seemed to soothe her a little.

“Alright, I'll tell Aaron to drop you off.”

My eyes widened in shock, “No… you really don't have to.”

“Nonsense, I can't let you leave here alone, it's too late.”

“Well I'm not a child anymore I came here on my own, right?”

“Tell that to Mom,” she said as she pulled up her phone and dialed his number.

“Hey babe…” my sister trailed off sweetly on the phone. “Can you drop my sister off at her hotel? She’s leaving early… Yes, now. Thank you, love!” I wanted the ground to swallow me whole.

Ten minutes later, Aaron’s sleek black car pulled up, I hugged my sister goodbye and slid into the passenger seat, my heart hammering. The moment the door closed, the air felt thick and suffocating.

The ride started in heavy silence. I kept my thighs pressed tightly together, staring out the window, but I could feel his eyes on me every few seconds. My cheeks were burning, my p***y was still wet from the dream and the constant glances he gave me during dinner.

“You’ve been squirming all night,” he finally said, voice low and amused. “Something wrong?”

I swallowed hard. “I’m fine.” He chuckled.

Then I felt something warm settling on my bare thighs, I looked down and saw his hand slowly sliding higher under my dress. I gasped, my body betraying me as heat flooded between my legs.

“Aaron…” I whispered, but my voice was weak.

He didn’t stop, his fingers brushed against my soaked panties, rubbing my swollen c**t through the fabric. I bit my lip hard, gripping the seat as a soft whimper escaped me.

“You’re dripping,” he murmured, eyes on the road but fingers working me expertly. “Just like you were on the plane.”

He pulled my panties aside and pushed two thick fingers inside me without warning. I moaned loudly, my back arching off the seat. He fingered me deep and steady, while his thumb circled my c**t.

“Spread your legs wider,” he ordered.

I obeyed shamefully, trembling as he drove with one hand and f****d me with the other. My orgasm built fast and brutal, my breath coming in short gasps.

When I came, I cried out, my p***y clenching hard around his fingers as the wetness gushed over his hand. He pulled into the hotel parking lot and looked at me with hungry eyes, his fingers still buried inside me.

“We’re not done yet,” he said, without waiting for a reply his lips crashed on mine, pulling me into a brutal, breathless kiss.

“Back seat. Now.”

My heart pounded wildly against my chest. I knew I should say no, this was insane, he was my sister’s husband now but my body was still aching.

He climbed out and opened the back door he followed me in and shut the door. Before I could fully settle he laid me down across the seat on my back, my dress riding high on my thighs. The confined space made everything feel more dangerous and intimate.

He loomed over me, eyes dark with lust. “You’ve been dripping for me since the plane, haven’t you?”

He pushed my dress up to my waist and yanked my soaked panties down my legs in one rough motion. The cool air hit my exposed, glistening p***y. He spread my thighs wide, hooking one of my legs over the front seat.

Then he freed his thick, heavy c**k. It looked even bigger in the dim light, bigger than in my dream too. He rubbed the fat head up and down my slippery folds, teasing my swollen c**t until I was whimpering.

“Please…” I breathed.

He thrust into me in one stroke, burying his entire length deep inside my tight, wet cunt. I moaned loudly as he stretched me open, the sudden fullness making my back arch off the seat, he didn’t give me time to adjust. He started f*****g me hard and deep, his hips slamming against me with every thrust.

The car rocked a little as he pounded into me from above. My juices coated his shaft and dripped down my ass onto the leather seat with every brutal stroke. My t**s bounced wildly under my dress as he railed me.

“f**k, you’re so tight,” he groaned, gripping my thighs and spreading me even wider. He leaned down, sucking hard on my neck while his c**k drove into me mercilessly over and over.

I was losing control, my nails dug into his shoulders as my p***y clenched around him, the pressure built fast and intense.

I let out a whimper and I was immediately silenced as his lips came down on mine, drinking my cries. I fingers found my swollen p***y rubbing relentlessly as he f****d me harder and deeper.

“Ohh… f**k…” I cried out.

My orgasm crashed over me violently, my p***y gushed around his c**k as I came hard, shaking and moaning his name. Aaron pulled out of my pulsing p***y, shifting back onto the seat, his thick, glistening c**k standing hard coated in my juices.

“On your knees,” he commanded.

Still dazed and trembling from my orgasm, I slid down onto the floor of the backseat. The carpet was rough against my knees and I looked up at him, my face flushed, lips parted. He stared down at me as he gripped the base of his c**k.

“Open your mouth.”

I obeyed, sticking my tongue out. He guided the swollen head past my lips, sliding slowly over my tongue. The taste of my own p***y mixed with his precum filled my mouth, I moaned around him, the vibration making his c**k twitch.

He kept eye contact the entire time, watching me intently as I took him deeper. I sucked him eagerly, my head bobbing in his lap.

“Good girl,” he groaned, one hand tangling in my hair.

I kept my eyes locked on him as I took him deeper, the head hitting the back of my throat tears pricked my eyes from the stretch, but I didn’t stop.

Saliva dripped down my chin onto my t**s as I worked him faster, my tongue swirling around the sensitive underside. His breathing grew ragged, his grip in my hair tightened and his c**k swelled in my mouth.

“f**k….”

He held my head in place as thick, hot ropes of c*m exploded across my tongue, pulse after pulse flooded my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could, but some leaked from the corners of my lips and dripped down my chin. He kept his eyes on mine the entire time, watching me take every drop like the dirty slut I was becoming for him.

“Good girl,” he murmured.

When he finally pulled out, a string of saliva and c*m connected my swollen lips to the head of his c**k.

He leaned down his tongue latched out and licked the c*m and saliva across my dripping off my chin before kissing me one last time, his grip on my hair still tight as I whimpered against his lips.

“See you during the holidays…. Sister-in-law.” He said with a smirk.