“That would cause a scene.” Hazel was breathless. Hazel was mine.
“Give me that pussy.” I turned her around again, then bent her over the edge of the bed, so that the toes of those cute tennis shoes touched the floor, and her white mini skirt rode up to just below the crease of her peachy ass. “Fuck. Fuck, you are perfect.”
I reached under that skirt, flipped it up, and found white cotton panties. This time, I removed them carefully.
“Open your legs. That’s it.”
Hazel’s pussy dripped for me. Quivered. Fuck.
I dipped two fingers inside it, and she bit down the on the duvet, releasing a muted squeal. She rocked against my hand, keen for more of me, and I removed my fingers and buried my face in her wet heat, sucking on her lips then her clit, then dipping my tongue inside and fucking her with it until she arched off the bed, her thighs trembling.
She came with two of my fingers buried deep inside her, and my mouth suckling on her clit.
After, I allowed her to roll onto her back, and she stared up at me, her eyes glazed over.
“Hazel,” I said, “are you good?”
“Huh?”
“You were upset in the bar this afternoon. Are you good?”
“I don’t want to talk about it.” She pushed herself onto her elbows and broke eye contact. “Damien. I just want to feel good right now. Fuck me, please.”
“You sure?” I was raring to go, but I didn’t want to do this if she needed something else. Like actual discussion. “We can talk.”
“No. Fuck me, please. That’s all I need right now.” She rolled onto her front again and lifted herself onto all fours. “Like this.”
It was our last night to do this. Assuming Hazel didn’t change her mind.
I unzipped, brought my cock out, and climbed onto the bed behind her, throbbing and dripping for her already. Christ, no one had turned me on this much. No one.
“Please,” she whimpered, shaking, her ass cheeks jiggling a little.
I slapped one of them, placed my dick at her entrance, and slid inside. I held back a groan. She was so fucking swollen and wet. I pumped deep but slow, trying to hold back so I wouldn’t be forced to my climax too quickly.
The sex turned rough, my fingers digging into her ass cheeks while she played with her clit, bringing herself to the edge again and sailing over it. I thrust deep and hard, then flipped her onto her back and pushed her legs back behind her head, folding her so I had her pussy on display, her tits pressed together.
“Hold your legs,” I said, and she did as she was told, pinning them back for me.
I tucked my cock inside her now-gaping pussy and used my free hands to play with her glistening clit.
“It’s too good,” she whined, breaths hissing in and out of her mouth, her emerald green eyes rolling back. “It’s too good. It’s too good.”
“Come for me,” I grunted.
Three times in one night? I’d make it double that, triple, if I could. I’d make it so Hazel never forgot this weekend, so she would be ruined for every other man. She would want only me from now on.
And you’ll want only her.
I forced the thought away and focused on her dripping pussy instead. I flicked her clit idly then set to work, pressing my cock inside her slowly. She trembled, she nearly lost her grip on her legs, she nearly lost her fucking mind.
Finally, she soared toward her climax and closed around me, her jaw dropping, one eyebrow lifted, a silent scream scratching at her throat.
I came with her, filling her up, blanking out and then coming back to the present to find her with her eyes half-lidded, a tiny smile on her lips.
Gorgeous.
I pulled out of her and lay on the bed, tucking my arm under her head. I kissed her on the temple, fighting the urge to sleep.
A buzzing came from nearby.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“My phone.” Hazel sat up.
I regretfully let her go, and she scrambled off the bed and fetched her phone from her handbag.
“Dad?” she answered the call. “Oh. Hi, Kara.”
The prodigal twin sister on the phone, interrupting our sexy time? Unforgiveable. Then again, the sexy time had technically been over. It was the cuddle time that’d been cut short. Why the fuck did that bother me?
My concern shifted to Hazel.
Her lips had parted and the color had drained from her face. “W–what? What? Tell me you’re kidding, Kara.”
I was up and out of the bed, instantly. I pulled on my pants, straightened my shirt and walked over to her, keeping enough distance from her that I didn’t stress her out but providing my presence, in case she needed the moral support.
Hazel shook her head, eyes wide, finding mine. “I’m coming home. Just… I’m coming home, all right?” She hung up. “I have to go. Now. I have to go.” Hazel ran for the closet, opened it, and started pulling clothes out and dumping them on the bed.
“What happened?” I didn’t stop her. “Hazel.”
“My sister… fuck, I can’t believe this. I can’t believe—” She dropped a shirt, balled up her fists, and pressed them to her eyes. “I can’t.” She sobbed.
I was with her in two broad strides. “Hey. It’s OK.” I folded her into my arms. “It’s going to be OK.”
“No, it’s not.” Hazel croaked into my shirt. “The house. She set the fucking house on fire.”
Literally?
“It’s gone. Or it’s burned so bad that they have nowhere to stay, and I… I just have to go back. My father needs me.”
“I’m coming with you,” I said, gruffly.
“What?” She pulled back, and the emotion in her eyes twisted a knife in my chest. “Are you… why?”
Because I
