Loving My Fiancé’s Sister, page 5
“No, Willow, there’s no way I’ll let you take a cab at this time of the night. I stupidly brought you here instead of taking you home, and I’m duty-bound to make sure you get back to your home safely. Since it’s late and we’re exhausted why don’t you spend the night? As you can see, I have plenty of guest rooms.” Chuckling I shake my head, no.
“Ben, you can’t possibly think that’s a good idea. I’ll j-” I make the mistake of checking my watch. “Damn, how did I not realize that it’s well past two o’clock in the morning?” I look up unsure. If I leave now, I won’t make it home until after four maybe five… no, that doesn’t matter. I should still go. Staying here would only-
“See, you shouldn’t be out this late, by yourself. I’ll take you home later. After you’ve gotten some rest and had breakfast of course.” Still unsure I glare at him making him hold up three fingers, flashing a panty-dropping smile. “Scout’s honor.” Somehow, I don’t think this man was ever a damn boy scout, but I could be wrong.
“Fine, but if you utter even one word to Audrey or my mother about this, I’ll gut you like a fish.” Chuckling, he nods.
“You have my word.”
“Good. Now, do you have anything I can wear to sleep? And something to eat? The food you all had at the party was inedible. Sorry, not sorry.” He threw his head back and placed his hands on his stomach, laughing.
“So, you’re not a fan of the fancy stuff either, huh?”
“Nope. My mother and sister are the caviar on a cracker and champagne type, while my dad and I are the pizza, beer, and wing type.” I chuckle, missing my dad.
“Damn, sounds like I picked the wrong sister.” Eyes going wide I stop, but he turns to me winking. “Just kidding… maybe. Anyway, why don’t I show you where you can shower? I’ll see what type of clothes are lying around here.” I raise a brow at that last statement.
“You’re telling me you don’t know what clothes you have here? Just give me something of Audrey’s she’ll probably never wear it again anyway. That girl doesn’t like to wear the same thing twice, even if they are pajamas.” I shake my head.
“That’ll be impossible, my dear, because I just recently purchased this house and the remodeling finished yesterday. Which is part of the reason I’m here in California. I want to look things over. I was planning on using this as an investment property, but I don’t know I think it feels a bit home-away-from-home-esque to me, so I think I’ll keep it for myself. But to my point, little lady Audrey’s never stayed here before.” Too shocked to say anything I quietly let him lead me upstairs.
“Here we are! Best room in the house. Go on in, and I’ll see what I can whip up for us to eat.” Before he leaves, I grab his hand but quickly let go when he turns to me with heavy-lidded eyes. Avoiding his gaze, I place my hands behind my back, nervous.
“Thank you for everything.” With nothing else to say I hurry into the room and shut the door. Even though I felt we’ve turned a corner in establishing new boundaries, it’s still a relief to have some separation from him for a little while. I’m not afraid to admit his presence overwhelms me, and closing this door to the pandora’s box allowed me to breathe easy.
Stumbling through the handsomely decorated room I sleepily show. Feeling a weight being lift from shoulders as the hot water from the rainfall shower does wonders for my tense body and stressed mind. I’m pleasantly surprised when the shampoo and conditioner I see in the shower works for both natural and straight hair. Though I don’t use it because the last thing I want to do is wrestle with this crown when I’m dead tired.
Stepping out, I look around some more and my sister pops into my mind. If this is going to be her home, she’s going to have a fucking field day. I know she’d approve. From everything I’ve seen between the front door and this bedroom, I know Audrey will definitely be happy living here showing out to her friends. In the bedroom I wrap the towel around my body getting ready to tuck it when the door opens scaring me making me drop it.
“I brought your clo-” he stopped in his tracks, staring mouth ajar, same as me. Both of us are in shock and motionless. Shit! I’ve only known this man a couple of hours, yet I can’t catch a break where he’s concerned! What the hell?!
Ben is now visibly shaking, and I quickly notice the haziness is back in his eyes. Blinking, he shakes his head when I slowly start to bend down to grab my towel. He looks like he’s trying to control his breathing, but it’s failing miserably. Once his eyes catch mine, I see his pupils dilate, and his fists balled. Double shit! This can’t be good. His eyes rake over my body from my toes, up to my face, and what comes over his face should make me run straight out his front door, with or without clothes. But instead, my body betrays me yet again, and my pussy clenches. God just one more time, and I swear I’ll leave him alone.
Bennet
Stepping towards her with my eyes were on that prize, and there was no deterring me.
“Ben, wait!”
“There is no more fucking waiting. Come here!” Pulling her into my arms, I pepper her neck in kisses, sliding to my knees, taking those delicious dark nipples of hers into my mouth while encircling her ample hips. “I’m going to violate your every right as a woman tonight,” I tell her, salivating. I see her swallow and close her eyes. When she opens them, they appear firm and steadfast.
“I’m okay with that. Violate me… strip away my rights, my wants, my desires, and give me everything because this will be the last time.”
“Wh-” she put her finger to my lips, shushing me.
“If you want me, you have to promise that this is the last time, and the moment I leave this house, you and I will never speak to each other again. You’ll marry my sister and make her the happiest woman in the world.” I frown at the idea of never having her again, but more than that, if she thinks she’s running things, she’s got another thing coming.
“Sure, I’ll agree to your terms and conditions.” For now!
As if trying to do the right thing will stop me from getting my way. Tasting you again, right now, and later will be a thing. I’m sure of it. Though I keep those crude thoughts to myself because I know if I verbalized them, she’d run for the hills. While I don’t share those thoughts with her, I do share others.
“You are just too damned sexy for your own good, Darling.” I take her nipple back into my mouth, sucking like a newborn baby wanting everything. This goddess is going to be the death of me, and I’m not complaining one fucking bit.
My eyes roll into the back of my head from the sheer taste of her. Making the thing I keep locked up start screaming for me to take her. Her cute little whimpers had me growing harder. Her hands cup my face in demand for more and me being as greedy as I am. I’m much obliged to give the little lady what she wants. I open my mouth and practically inhale her titty, flicking her nipple with my tongue. My Darling’s whimpers turn into moans, and the sounds spur the nasty beast in me.
I use one arm to hold her waist as she starts to fall and use the other to feel on her juicy ass before giving it a nice hard smack. Then without any warning, I pushed two fingers deep into her pussy and pumping with vigor.
Her loud moans send shivers down my spine as she withers in my arms and bucking against my hand. I release her nipple so I could study her face, wanting validation of my efforts.
“Damn, just looking at you is going to make me blow. I still want more though, so I’ll hold off on that.” Her body covered in dew from her shower had me regretting that I didn’t get to see her soaked. Since this is supposedly our last time, I’m going to make it so she comes crawling back. Standing, I lead her to the bathroom panting and start the shower again.
“Get in. I want to watch you bathe.” She stares at me as if I’ve lost my mind. Oh, don’t worry Darling there’s a method to my madness.
“Ben I-”
“You gave me permission, so don’t deny me, Willow.” She eyed me with what seemed to be nervousness and arousal. “Please, I know this is wrong, and I know you’re scared. I know that not more than fifteen, maybe twenty minutes ago, we decided to act appropriately towards each other, yet here we are. I’m sorry for desiring you so selfishly and for continuously placing you in situations that neither of us finds ideal. I’m sorry, but damn it, I can’t seem to stop whatever this is I’m feeling.
“Please, Willow, allow me to worship you as I see fit until sunrise.” I feel my temper rise, and my cock swell at the thought of having her again. But even with the bold statement she’d made earlier, her face is showing doubts. “Please don’t go back on your word. Give yourself to me. I need you.” The skepticism on her face slowly vanished as she picked up the washcloth she had used moments earlier to wash and repeats the task for my eyes only.
I need to worship this woman. Willow stirred feelings in me that had me wishing I were in an alternate universe, and the woman standing enticingly in front of me was my fiancé. What I feel is indescribable as she quietly lathered her delectable dark chocolate skin. I stand watching her hands slowly move over her breasts, down to her stomach, and over each leg as I become hypnotized again. My breath catches in my throat, and I feel asthmatic at the place she’s gliding to next. Finally!
“Pause.” I immediately start undressing, shedding everything off. When I turn back to her, she’s eyeing me with a desire I’ve never seen on a woman before. I know I’m attractive, and I get more than my fair share of women trying to hit on me, but this look was different.
Yes, entirely so. Willow looks as if she not only wants me to destroy her world but piece it back together. She’s watching me with eyes that can’t hide the truth from me. She wants to step inside that alternate reality with me. Darling, you have no idea the things you’re making me think. As I move towards her, goosebumps start appearing on her skin, and her nipples become visibly erect. It’s as if she knew it was time for me to take over.
“Turn around, hands on the wall. Bend over for me Darling.” Such a good girl. With no opposition, she assumes the position, bending over. Kneeling now eye-level with her ass, I take the washcloth she’s been using out of her hand, adding more body wash before I start to caress her with it. As my hands dipped between her legs, I graze her clit with each pass, causing her to shiver and moan. This thing isn’t doing a better job than my hands would do.
I throw the useless cloth on the floor, deciding to follow my first mind and put my soapy hands to use, massaging her ass, making her moans louder. God, she’s a fucking work of art. Slowly my hands make their way to the split of her ass, where I spread it looking at the one thing I want to take more than anything else.
“Uhm… Be-” smacking her ass cheek to shut her up once more. She tenses but soon relaxes as I start to rub my fingertip around the rim. It’s pleasantly tight, and I could tell it’s untouched. At this point, Willow’s whole body is vibrating, and the loud moans escaping those plush lips almost made me forego the necessary next step.
I grab the detachable showerhead prompting the warm water to shoot through with slightly heavy pressure. Holding it up, I rinse until only small beaded droplets of water remained on her skin. Suddenly I think about the old saying I’d heard one of my best friends, Adam, say when we were young while hitting on a black girl. “Girl yu look so good, I’ll drink yer bathwater.” I thought the saying was disgusting back then, but now I think I understand the sentiment.
I understand it so much I lick up her back, collecting the droplets of water, humming. Oh, that’s good. Spreading her legs, I aim the water back on her, sliding into a position where I drink every drop falling from her pussy while sucking on her clit. Yes, I understand, indeed. She’s now shaking so much I have to hold her up while still massaging her asshole and slowly start pushing in my middle finger.
“Oh, God.” She gasps, teeth chattering. Slurping the last bit of water from her pussy, I turn off the showerhead sitting up, cock pulsing and rigidly straight.
“Don’t you mean, oh, Ben? Come on, Darling. Say my name.” I command her.
“B-Ben.”
“That’s it, Darling, you’re so precious,” I tell her reaching for the rose oil. Who the hell puts rose oil in the shower? These Californians are weird, but I’ll make excellent use of it. Undoing the top, I pour a more than generous amount on my hands and fingers then start massaging her ass, not forgetting the hole that I plan on taking later.
I get her so relaxed that soon with time and care, I’m able to slide an entire finger in on the first try. She’s delirious now as I continue to work both erogenous zones at the same time. Her legs are shaking, her raspy breathing coming out in pants
“You like it when I play with your ass, Darling?” I ask her, now sucking on her belly button.
“Please, Ben! I… I need....”
“Tell me what you need Darling? Tell me exactly what the fuck you need.”
“Y-YOU! I NEED YOU! P-please move your f-fingers! I c-can”
The nasty monster in me reared its ugly head as I removed my fingers from her and stood. Our bodies radiated heat so hot that the now cold shower room was steaming. Behind her, I stroke my cock coating it with oil while I rub her back, trying to relax her shaking form as much as possible. I’ll never be able to slide into such a tight ass with her so tense. I smack her ass a couple of times groaning.
“You’re so tense Darling, are you sure you want this?” I smack my cock between her cheeks, making her shake more and look back at me. I thought she’d stutter her answer out like she’s been doing, but she surprisingly looked at me with conviction.
“I want you so bad, Ben. Please fuck me.” My already throbbing member was now raging, and so painfully hard, even the skin is taut and red, looking angry with veins running around the shaft. I’ve never been this hard before.
Heart fluttering, I slowly guide my cock into her ass as I do my best to calm her down by nibbling and sucking on the back of her neck and rubbing her belly.
“F…fuck Darling. You’re so fucking tight.” Willow is taking in deep breaths while grunting painfully with each breath.
“B-Ben, I think I want to st-stop th-this don-oh fuck shit it hurts!”
“I know Darling. I’m sorry I don’t want to hurt you, but be honest with me. DO you want to stop? I’d hate it, but I’ll stop if you want me too.” God, please, please, please don’t make me stop. You feel so good. She shook her head back and forth, lips chattering but body still so hot.
“N-no.” Relieved, I let out a deep breath I had no idea I was holding.
“I’m so glad Darling. I don’t want to stop. I love being inside you.” I push further into her then slide my hand around, thrusting two fingers inside of her pussy to stimulate her more, but I groan in pleasure and pain myself as she squeezes the life out of my fingers and cock. I won’t be deterred. As I pinch her clit, her stomach shakes, and she bites her lips, screaming out as she orgasms allowing me to slide inside of her entirely. I feel like a King who’s conquered a land uncharted and undiscovered. I let out a loud, satisfying roar taking hold of her breast like reins ready to ride her.
Still, as ready as I am to plow into her, I know I must take my time, or I’ll not only hurt her but scar her as well, so I sat still until her breathing calms down, and her muscles relax. After about a minute, I feel myself going flaccid due to the lack of stimulation, so I kick into gear and pull out, making our breaths hitch.
“I’m sorry, Darling, but Big Ben can’t take sitting still much longer, so I have to move. Prepare yourself.” Thrusting forward, I feel electric shocks run through my body as pleasure completely takes over every nerve ending in my person. It’s an even greater turn on that she threw her head back with a scream. I’m not sure if it’s from pleasure or pain but, good God I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want more. Grunting, I pushed back in, this time not as carefully, feeding beast inside of me.
Fuck, it’s so good! I’ve never felt this feeling before of utter helplessness. All my life, I’ve been known as the sensible son, man, friend, and CEO. Now in less than a day, I’m made into a man I barely even know doing things I would never in my life thought I’d do. I remove my fingers from her pussy and pull her closer to me. I was pressing my cock as deep into her ass as it can go.
“YESSS BEN! YES!” Going crazy, I throw all caution to the wind and start fucking the daylights out of her. Thrusting like a maniac in and out, in and out. I grunt louder, push harder, and drive deeper. I want this woman more than I want my next breath. Her moans evolve from a painful grunt to a musical cry that’s spurring on my animalistic behavior.
“Yes, Darling! Fuck, you feel amazing! Willow, you have the softest, most beautiful body I’ve ever seen. Fuck everything, forget everything that isn’t me Darling, be with me. STAY WITH ME!!” The speed in which I pick up the pace is dizzying to the point I feel like I have vertigo.
“BEN! I’M GOING TO CUM!”
“HOLD ON BABY! WE’LL GET THERE TOGETHER OKAY! DON’T CUM YET! DON’T YOU DARE FUCKING CUM, YET!! DON’T LEAVE ME BEHIND! PLEASE, GOD, DON’T LEAVE ME BEHIND DARLING!!” The force and tome with which I’m speaking doesn’t even sound like me.
“I… I’M I… GOING… TO CU... UGGGHHHH!!!”
One last push was all it took and all I had in me, but thank God that was all it took for both of us to shatter into microscopic pieces of ourselves. Empty. I feel so fucking empty. Tired and legs too shaky to continue standing, I bring us down to the cold marble floor, which felt terrific to our hot and sweat-soaked bodies.
Once I’ve gathered my wits, I slip from her and immediately start cleaning my cum from her ass. Willow is dead to the world and unable to do anything aside from following my simple commands to clean her up. All her body weight is on me with her legs spread wide open, being the good girl she is while I clean her out.
Once I clean the last of myself from her, I pick her up and exit the shower, careful not to slip. I grab a towel and take her over to the bed to dry her off. I bypass the clothes I’d brought in earlier and just carried her naked form straight to the master bedroom downstairs.
