23. Jared

23

JARED

T he morning light creeps through the blinds, casting striped shadows on the wall. Aria sleeps beside me, her naked body curled against mine. Her skin glows golden, and her breasts rise and fall gently with each breath. I'm hard, my desire for her unrelenting, even after our passionate night together. We didn't fall asleep until about five this morning after fucking repeatedly, and now it's almost midday.

Moving carefully, I shift, not wanting to wake her. My eyes trace the curves of her body—the graceful arc of her hips, the indent of her waist, the soft swell of her breasts. I want to taste her.

Slipping beneath the sheets, my breath catches as I set eyes on her perfect little cunt. I pause, anticipating her reaction, but she sleeps on, a soft smile on her lips. My tongue teases her folds, eliciting a faint moan from her throat.

I explore her, drinking in her taste, inhaling her scent. My tongue flicks and laps at her, my desire growing as I make her squirm. She'll be sensitive from last night, but I can't help myself.

Her breath quickens, her body awakening to my touch. I work my magic, my tongue and lips knowing exactly how to make her ache. My fingers join my tongue, stroking, exploring, and her hips lift off the bed, an unspoken invitation to take more.

She wakes with a gasp, her body tensing. Her hands push against my shoulders, but I hold her firm.

"Hold still, baby. Let me taste you. You're so fucking delicious," I murmur.

My tongue circles her clit, flicking and teasing, her hips bucking involuntarily.

"Jared... please... I..."

Her words trail off as I suck gently on her clit, my fingers slipping inside her. She's tight and wet, her walls clenching around me, and I curl my fingers, finding that spot that sends pleasure bursting through her.

"That's it, baby. Let yourself go." I murmur against her, my desire growing as I feel her response. "Let me hear you."

I work her with my mouth and fingers, my tongue and lips relentless in their pursuit. My own need builds as I sense her getting closer, my cock throbbing with need. But this is about her, about giving her pleasure, about branding her as mine.

Her breath comes in shallow gasps, her hips moving erratically. I suck harder, my fingers working in unison. With a cry, she shatters, and her cum floods my mouth. Aria's body shakes with the force of her release, and I'll never get tired of seeing her come apart for me.

I lap at her, then slowly withdraw my fingers and raise my head to look at her. Her eyes are closed, and a satisfied smile curves her lips.

My body is throbbing with need, but the sight of her like this is enough.

I push myself up from the bed, my eyes never leaving her. My briefs tent obscenely, and I watch as she licks her lips, her eyes still closed. The innocent, insatiable girl is my sister, and she wants me. Me.

"You want me again, baby sis?" I ask.

She nods, biting her lip, and I suppress a groan. I need a cold shower but can't bring myself to leave her yet.

"Later," I promise, running my fingers through her tangled hair. "Right now, I'm going to take care of you."

I stand and walk toward the bathroom. I hear her stir behind me, the rustle of sheets as she sits up.

"Hey," I say, turning one hand on the doorknob. "How about a bath? There's a big tub in the family bathroom down the hall. You can soak for a while. I'll even make you breakfast."

She nods, rubbing her eyes sleepily. My little stepsister, all grown up and wanting me. It's a heady feeling that makes my body hum with possessiveness.

I step out of the bedroom toward the family bathroom. Once inside, I turn on the faucet and adjust the water temperature until perfect. Grabbing some lavender bath soap, I pour it into the tub and wait for the room to fill with steam and the scent of lavender. Once the tub is full, I walk downstairs and into the kitchen. I may be obsessed and dominant with Aria in bed, but I can still care for her.

I set to work making her favorite—chocolate chip pancakes. As I cook, I imagine her in the tub, her skin slippery and wet, her eyes closed in relaxation. I want to join her, to wash her body with my hands and my mouth, but I force myself to focus.

Once the food is ready, I set it on the counter. "Breakfast is ready," I call out. "Whenever you're ready to eat."

My sweet stepsister is reeling from everything that happened last night. I'd been waiting so long, and my dick had a mind of its own. I lost it, but never before did I think she'd love my depravity so much.

My twisted soul mate. The reason I exist on this earth is to fucking protect and service her. And I will make sure by the time this week is through that she needs me as badly as I need her.