Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 68913 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68913 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Delilah moaned and writhed in my lap. There was no need to ask if she was enjoying what I was doing—her wet pussy and the way she was grinding on me let me know. I went back and forth, drawing hard and long on her tight tips one at a time while I teased the other with my fingers, pinching and pulling to make her gasp and cry. I loved the soft, helpless sounds she made when I gave her pleasure, and the hot way she ground her wet little pussy against my cock.
I imagined that I really was sucking the nectar out of her breasts—I pictured a scene where we were still living together and she was on her Heat Cycle. Of course, as the only male near to her I would have to help her with that—with sucking out the nectar and helping her come nice and hard to stave off the Heat Fever.
But when I finally pulled back after what felt like a solid thirty minutes later to see that her sensitive tips were a much darker color than when I had started, I saw something else as well. Delilah hadn’t been kidding when she said she got really wet. I was beginning to get a wet spot from her pussy on my trousers—a spot that was going to be fucking hard to explain.
“Hmm, baby—I don’t know if we should do this anymore,” I said, looking down at my trousers. “I don’t want to stop, but I’m afraid this spot is going to be really noticeable to certain people who shouldn’t be noticing it.”
I was thinking of Kurt, as I spoke—as well as the Alpha guards I had watching her.
But it seemed my little sister wasn’t ready for our time together to end.
“Sorry, big brother,” she murmured. “I’m afraid letting you suck my nipples made my little pussy awfully wet.”
“It certainly did, baby,” I agreed hoarsely. “Normally I would love that—a pussy that makes a lot of honey is a beautiful thing. But I didn’t bring anything to change into.”
“Oh, but I haven’t told you my second rule for lap dances, yet,” she told me.
“Oh yeah? And what’s the second rule?” I asked.
“That even though you’re not allowed to touch me from the waist down, I can touch you,” she purred.
And then she reached down between us and started unfastening my trousers.
9
DELILAH
I wasn’t sure if Cole was going to go along with me at first. His eyes went wide behind the half-mask he was wearing, as he watched me unfastening his black tailored trousers, and then he reached down and wrapped his big hands around my wrists to stop me.
“Sorry, baby,” he growled, sounding regretful but firm. “But I can’t let you go that far. I can’t actually fuck you.”
I wondered if it was still that damn Unbreakable Law holding him back. By now we had pretty much established that I knew who he was. I had been taking a risk, talking to him about my “big brother” and asking if I could call him that, but he had played along. He had even agreed to call me “little sister.” I knew he wanted me the way I wanted him…but apparently he wasn’t willing to go quite that far yet.
“Don’t be silly, big brother,” I said lightly, trying to play it off. “I don’t want you to fuck me—I’m just going to give you an extra little perk for your special lap dance.”
“Oh?” He looked at me warily. “And what’s that?”
“I’m going to give you a pussy massage,” I told him. “That’s where you pull down your trousers and I rub my hot little pussy up and down your thick cock until you come. Of course, I’ll still have my panties on,” I added, though the panties I had on were so tiny they barely covered anything at all. “So there’s no chance of you accidentally slipping into me. It will just feel extra nice for both of us.”
Cole hesitated for a long moment and I could feel him weighing his options and possibly fighting with his guilt. Finally he spoke.
“I don’t know if that’s something a little sister should do with her big brother, baby,” he murmured. “A big brother letting his little sister rub her naked pussy against his bare cock sounds awfully close to incest, you know.”
“I know,” I said, pressing my breasts against him. “So it’s a good thing you’re only pretending to be my big brother—right?”
At last Cole relented.
“I guess you’re right,” he rumbled and loosened his grip on my wrists. “Go ahead then—as long as you know my cock is not going into your tight little pussy.”
“How do you know how tight I am, big brother?” I teased as I finished opening his trousers to let his long, hard shaft spring free. God, it was a monster! I had forgotten how big he was—it had been a long time since I had stood by the crack in the bathroom door and watched him jerk off while he moaned my name.