Selena Kitt - Beauty

“I want you.” Silas gulped, reaching over and finding her hand. He squeezed hard. “Don’t think for a minute I don’t.”

“But…” She rolled onto her side toward him, feeling his body tense.

“But you’re my brother’s wife.”

Jolee let out a tight little laugh. “Are you kidding me? Is that all?”

“I think it’s enough,” he said finally.

They hadn’t talked about it, but it had been there between them from the beginning. She thought about her husband-this man’s brother-and the idea that Carlos could keep her from one more thing in the world that she wanted filled her with a fierce, heated rage.

“Carlos hasn’t been my husband for years. Not really, not in any way that counted.” She sat up, hugging her knees. “I was something he could take around and show off. Something he could use, if he felt like it. I wasn’t a person to him. I was a…a…thing. I was something he wanted for a while, but when he didn’t want me anymore, when it got too inconvenient to keep me, I was disposable, like everyone else.”

He made a small sympathetic noise. “That sounds like my brother.”

“I never loved Carlos. I never really wanted him.” She felt Silas’s hand trailing down her spine and shivered. She turned to him, letting him pull her in and kiss her, their breath mingling, already feeling him relenting. Part of her had come here tonight knowing she wanted this, had always known from the first time he held her in his arms.

She reached up to stroke his cheek, feeling the scars there too, and he let her. “Silas, I want you. ”

His silence stretched between them. Then he cupped her face in his hands. “Don’t say that if you don’t mean it.”

“I mean it,” she whispered, and he brought her mouth to his, the kiss fierce and full of everything they’d been feeling and keeping in for months. If she could have devoured him, turned herself inside out to feel him more deeply, she would have, but she didn’t have to.

Silas gave her everything. There were no more boundaries between them and he took her without restraint. They rolled together on the bed, kissing, Jolee struggling under his weight, but protesting when he eased up, wrapping her legs around his waist, squeezing him between her thighs, rocking the hard length of his cock between them like an iron bar.

She protested, but not for long, when he rolled her onto her back and slid down between her thighs, his tongue working magic again. But it still wasn’t enough and she whimpered and begged and reached for him until he finally gave in to her pleading, flipping onto his back and letting her crawl over him on the way to his cock, stopping her when her pussy reached the hungry gulp of his mouth and tongue.

Taking him into her mouth was a joy, feeling the slick silk of his skin moving over the thick length of his cock as she sucked him. His hips moved with her motion but his tongue never wavered, flicking steadily over her clit as his fingers explored her, sliding in deep and then retreating, rubbing the fat, swollen lips of her labia with his fingertips, tugging at the dark, wiry hair there. Jolee gasped and sucked him harder when he slid two fingers in, then three, really stretching her, making her moan and rock against his hand.

“Oh!” She rolled her hips, feeling him fingering her, deeper, harder. His cock slid out of her mouth as she felt her impending climax begin, rubbing the mushroom tip of him over her outstretched tongue, feeling his delicious pulse against her lips as she closed her eyes and gave into her orgasm. It started between her thighs, where Silas was working so hard to take her there, her pussy clasping his fingers in a fast, fluttering dance, and then spiraled outward from her center, making her grip his cock hard in her fist.

“Easy!” Silas croaked, gasping for breath beneath her. “Go easy, baby, please.” She let her hand relax a little, feeling a thick wave of precum flooding over her fist. He shuddered and moaned as she began to lick it off.

“Now will you fuck me?” she whispered, kissing the head of his cock, slapping it lightly against her cheek.

“You couldn’t stop me if you tried.”

She yelped as he grabbed her, not even bothering to turn her around toward the headboard before shoving her legs open with his big thighs. His cock found its way into her swollen wetness without her help and she cried out when he entered her, nails digging into his shoulders as she took him as deeply as she could, almost to the point of pain. She relished the sensation, burying her face against his neck and urging him on.

“Oh Jolee…” He settled himself between her legs, up on his elbows above her, face lost in the river of her hair. “Oh god you feel too good…”

“I can’t believe you’re inside of me.” She actually felt tears stinging her eyes, realizing for the first time how much she had wanted this.

“You’ve been inside me since the beginning.” He nuzzled her and she felt his scars. She cupped his face and he stilled, her fingers moving over his cheeks.

“I want you.” She kissed his cheeks, his closed eyelids, his chin, the corner of his trembling mouth. “Please.”

He began to move, his cock a swollen, driving heat between her thighs and a heady friction began to build again almost immediately. His breath was hot against her cheek and she slid her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, deeper. He curled himself around her as they rocked on the bed, the springs squeaking fast and hard, the headboard banging against the wall behind them, their breath coming in hot, short bursts. There was no one around to hear them and Jolee let herself go, moaning in pleasure.

“Fuck me,” she panted, heels digging into his thighs. “Oh god, yes! Fuck me!” Silas grunted and gave her more, making her scream with every deep thrust, her teeth raking his skin. His cock felt even more swollen somehow, filling her completely, and she felt him tense, the hard, flat expanse of his belly slapping against hers as he gave into his own lust.

“I’m going to come,” she whispered into his ear, feeling the quiver of her pussy around the pounding heat of his cock. “Oh you make me come so hard. It’s so close. I can feel it.

Right…oh…right there…Silas…”

He groaned and thrust deep, her imminent pleasure forcing him to give into his own, his thighs spreading her so wide she thought she might break apart like a wishbone and still she wouldn’t have cared. She’d gotten her wish. He cried out and called her name and buried his face against her neck. She felt every glorious pulse of his cock as he filled her with the white hot spurts of his release.

“Almost there,” she whimpered, rolling her hips, arching up, and he moaned loudly and clasped her to him as her climax came in just behind his own, her pussy milking his still-spasming cock. Jolee threw her head back and let herself go, quivering beneath him, barely able to breathe, taking all of his weight and still wanting more.

“How did you get in?” Silas asked, still on top of her as they rested. He petted her, stroking her hair.

She wrapped her arms around him, as if she could get closer. “The door was unlocked.” He rolled them up in the covers like a cocoon, pulling her with him, impossibly hard still inside of her, and they stayed that way, joined together, Jolee sleeping on top of him. But it was still dark when she felt him carrying her naked to her own bed before she even knew what was happening. He tucked her in, kissing her forehead.

“Silas?” she asked sleepily, reaching for him. She kissed his mouth in the darkness, her body instantly remembering, wanting.

“Go to sleep,” he whispered. “I’ll see you in the morning,” And then he was gone and Jolee found herself alone, wishing for his warmth as the door down the hall closed and locked her out again.