My knees went weak beneath me. I could barely stand. I put my hands on his sides and tried to push him off me, but he just wasn’t going to let me go. He continued to hug me, keeping our bodies tight together.
Without warning, my mind drifted off, imagining all the dirty things I could do to him while being so close. I could have kissed his neck, wrapped my arms around his body, or slipped my hands down his pants to feel his cock.
A shudder rolled down my spine at the thought. I wanted to get on my knees, open his jeans, and have a look to see what was hiding under there. I wanted it so badly, I could feel my hips trembling.
I just wanted him. All of him. Inside me.
Chapter 6
Fornication
It only felt like I was cradled in his arms for a second, but time moved strangely in his embrace. I could feel the heat of his body against mine, burning me and melting me down.
It didn’t take long for my brains to scramble themselves in confusion. On the one hand, I knew he was my sister’s boyfriend. They might get married one day; then they might start a family. I couldn’t have these feelings for my future brother-in-law.
But then there was that little, nagging voice at the back of my mind: how could Stephanie be with someone that drove me this crazy? There would always be the worry that something would happen between us, wouldn’t there?
Could a man resist a woman who so desperately longed for him? I was about to find out.
Alexander grabbed my upper arms and dug his fingers into my skin, trying to shove my writhing body away. The feeling of his hands against my arms woke me from my daze. I was suddenly aware of how my body was moving.
I’d been humping him. My hands were clamped around the small of his back and my hips were thrusting against his, hard. As this realization hit me, my body stopped moving.
Alexander was able to push me away from his body and hold me there at arm’s length. My vision was blurry and my cheeks wet, streaked with tears. I blinked hard and reached for his shirt, clutching at him, craving to get back into his arms.
No matter how hard I tried he was still able to keep me away from the warmth of his glorious body.
A quiet whimper came out of my mouth as I strained against his strong arms. The tears came harder, pounding down my face in miniature rivers now the floodgates had been opened.
This whole time, the intensity of his gaze was burning holes into my skin. I couldn’t look up to him. I was too ashamed. I was just running on desire, on instinct. All I knew was that I wanted him badly and I was going to do everything in my power to have him.
“You know why this has happened, don’t you?” Alexander’s smooth, silky voice reached me purely because of how calm he was.
I had no choice but to look up at him while he was talking to me. It was the polite thing to do. My knees almost buckled as I stared into his crystal blue eyes, sparkling like the ocean on a sunny day.
“Don’t you?” he asked me, more forcefully this time.
I shook my head.
“This has happened to you because of your strict religious upbringing,” he explained. “If your parents had allowed you to live a little, you wouldn’t have gone so wild the first time you were left alone with a man.”
I felt heat rush up into my cheeks, turning me a deep shade of crimson. I knew he was right. This was the first time I’d been outside of my parents’ protection and look what happened.
“They’ve kept you from the real world,” he said slowly, staring at me. “And now you’ve gotten a taste of it.”
I nodded slowly. He was right—I had gotten a taste. There was no way I was going to be able to go back to the good girl I had been. I’d just humped my sister’s boyfriend, for Christ’s sake. There was no going back from that.
“The only thing you need is a good fucking,” he continued. “Loosen you up a little. Show you what life is really about.”
My stomach dropped through my body. Tingles shot through my muscles, causing them to shudder and twitch. My lips parted in shock as I slowly processed what he was saying.
Alexander let go of my arms and let his hands drift down to mine. Before I knew it, we were holding hands.
My stomach broke out into nervous butterflies. I stared down to our hands, our fingers intertwined, as my mind turned to mush. Was this real? Was this going to happen for me?
“You want to get fucked, don’t you, Kayleigh?”
Hearing him say my name caused my knees to knock together. I gripped his hands tightly, trying to stay on my feet. His hands tightened around mine, crushing me in his grip.
Alexander pushed against me, forcing my body backwards. When my calves hit against the edge of the bed, it dawned on me what was about to happen.
He was going to have sex with me, right there on my sister’s guest bed.
Alexander removed his hands from mine before putting them on my shoulders. My body instantly sank down until my butt was pressed against the mattress below.
Everything started moving so quickly. Alexander stepped away from me and began to take off his clothes. I watched as his naked body was unveiled bit by bit. I could see every inch of his skin, his bulging muscles, the network of blue veins, his dick.
Only when he was completely naked did he look to me, his head tilted to the side a little.
“Do you want me?”
My throat tightened. My mouth suddenly became drier than the Sahara. I could only gulp and stare up to him, unable to put my feelings into words.
Finally, I gained enough control of my body to speak. “Yes,” I admitted. “I want you.”
Alexander took hold of my hands and lifted me from the bed. With deft fingers, he began to undress me. My clothes sank to the floor until I was standing naked in front of him.
I had to fight the urge to cover my body, feeling vulnerable and exposed. Alexander let his eyes drift up and down, exploring every inch of me, before taking hold of my hands and helping me back to the bed.
My heart raced, my pulse throbbing in every part of my body, all of it radiating down to the spot between my legs. My body was made of fire, constantly spiraling and burning just beneath my skin.
The feeling only grew stronger as Alexander positioned himself between my legs. I was panting, my breasts heaving as I watched him. His cock was hard and big, throbbing in the air as he grabbed it by the base.
My knees came up to his sides, tucked beneath his arms as he leaned down on top of me. Something warm and soft pressed between my legs. My breaths stuck in my throat as I realized that was his head, the tip of him.
His hips pushed, easing his cock into me. It felt unlike anything else, unlike rubbing, unlike being fingered. I was stretched, filled, my inner walls pushed to their limits by his girth. I could feel the warmth of his cock spreading me open and reaching places that had never been touched before.
I put my hands on my hips and closed my eyes, focusing all of my attention on the spot between my legs as hot flushes rushed through my body. I felt his hips coming closer to mine, slowly easing his cock inside.
Quiet, strangled gasps came out of my mouth as his cock pushed deeper and deeper into me. Alexander kept his pace even and slow, slipping into me steadily.
The speed didn’t matter to me. I was in disbelief. This was really happening. I had a cock inside of me, edging deeper and deeper. I was finally losing my virginity.
Somehow I gained enough confidence to open my look. To my delight, Alexander was above me and both of his arms were on either side of me, his knuckles pressing into the mattress. His head was hanging low, looking to the space between our bodies.
I lifted my head off the pillow and looked down there. I could see the base of his cock, surrounded in a small mound of wiry black hair, closing the gap.
It only took a couple seconds more for his hips to press against mine. When they did, he threw his head back and let out a loud sigh.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “Fuck, your pussy is so tight.”
My thighs were trembling so badly that I had to lower my feet to the mattress, resting them by Alexander’s thighs, as he ground his hips against mine. I could feel his cock inside of me, all of it deep in there, pressing on places that I never knew existed.
“Fuck me,” I breathed. “Please, fuck me.”
I didn’t know what had come over me, but it was all I wanted. I wanted him to fuck me roughly, to treat me like a toy, to use me however he wanted. I was his, totally and completely. I would have done anything to please him.
Alexander did as I asked. He began to move his hips away from mine, slowly withdrawing his cock from my body. Another wave of heat rushed through me, causing sweat to break out on my skin and aching moans to come out of my mouth.
I gripped his sides with my fingers as his body slowly moved away from mine, begging him to come back. When only the tip was left inside, Alexander paused and focused his eyes onto my face. He touched my cheek tenderly, brushed away the remnants of tears.
Then, without warning, he slammed into me. My whole body rocked up the bed as a loud moan burst out of my mouth. I couldn’t control it. My legs tightened on either side of him, clamping against his sides, as they began to tremble.
Alexander began to fuck me, thrusting his hips slowly at first, before slowly gaining speed. I lifted my hips in time with his thrusts, trying to force his cock deeper into me, pressing on the sweet spot deep inside.
“Touch yourself,” Alexander demanded, breathless.
I wasn’t capable of denying him. I slipped my hand between my legs and began to rub myself. My skin was hot to the touch, almost burning my fingers. I slipped my fingers down between my legs and felt Alexander’s cock coming in and out of my pussy.
Just feeling it there, between my lower lips, was enough to send me wild. My legs began to tremble again as my pussy tightened around his cock. My body seriously had a mind of its own at this point. My pussy clamped down of its own volition, gripping onto his shaft as he thrust into me.
Once my fingers were covered in our juices, I moved them back up and focused on my clitoris. I began to rub myself slowly, but it just wasn’t enough. I rubbed myself harder and faster, feeling my whole body respond, bucking and jerking.
This is what I’d been working myself up for, readying myself to obtain. I had been edging my body, refusing to let it have the sweet release. All of it had been building up to this moment.
This time, I wasn’t going to stop myself. I was going to ride all the way to the end. With Alexander’s cock slamming in and out of me, and my fingers furiously rubbing circles around my clitoris, I knew it wouldn’t be long.
All the muscles in my body were starting to tense, readying themselves for what was to come. My thighs tightened up and my stomach clenched.
This was it. I could feel the wave building, ready to wash over me. My whole body burned burning, yearning for the release. I rubbed harder, so hard and fast that my arm was aching and sore. I kept on rubbing myself as Alexander fucked me harder and faster, hammering the headboard into the wall.
This was it. It was happening. I was about to cum all over Alexander’s cock.
Now.
It happened so quickly, all of my muscles tensing and releasing in a hot, indescribable wave. The orgasm took hold of me, hard and fast. For a moment, there was nothing else in the world but me and him. My whole body ascended to another level. I was away from the world, from everything, and only our lovemaking existed.
I grabbed out for Alexander with my free hand, pulling his body close to mine, wanting the weight of his body crushed against my chest. Alexander did as I wanted. As soon as his weight was on top of me, I felt an intense connection between us.
I wrapped my free hand around his back and continued touching myself. At first it was a little sore but I refused to stop. I wanted another orgasm, a bigger one, one that was going to send me sky-high.
A strange sound penetrated through that of panting, gasping breaths and pounding hearts. The bedroom door had opened. I craned my neck up, pressing my chin into Alexander’s shoulder, and saw a figure standing in the doorway.
I stopped touching myself. I stopped moving completely. It felt like I took a lifetime to focus, but when I did, I saw my sister standing in the doorway. My heart sank through my chest as I realized she was watching her boyfriend fuck her baby sister.
But then it hit me. She wasn’t upset about this. She was smiling.
A frown broke out on my forehead as I stared at her. It took her a moment to realize I was watching her, but when she saw me, she smiled wider and reached down to the door handle.
She grabbed it roughly and closed the bedroom door, that wicked smile still plastered onto her lips. The door closed silently, leaving me and Alexander together again.
It didn’t take long for me to get back into the swing of things. Alexander’s cock was unrelenting, thrusting hard inside me until my whole body felt like jelly. I wrapped my arms around his waist, trying not to think about what I’d seen.
But the thought wouldn’t just leave me, the mental image of my sister smiling as she watched us fuck.
This had been her plan all along, hadn’t it? She’d brought me here to show me the real world, to show me everything I was missing out by being so uptight and following our parents’ rules.
I didn’t care. The only thing I cared about was the man between my legs, fucking me senseless. I grabbed onto him tight and resumed touching myself, letting my fingers slip over my tender clitoris.
It wouldn’t be long before another orgasm came crashing down over me. That was all I wanted: Alexander’s perfect, hard cock and unending orgasms, from now until eternity.
I laid there, feeling Alexander’s cock pulsing inside of me as our bodies rocked up the bed, and I couldn’t help but wonder what else they had planned for this weekend.
Author's Note
You naughty girl.
I can’t believe you would read a book like this.
Kayleigh was so pure of heart. The perfect daughter to good parents. She could have made a good girlfriend to a nice boy from her home town. She could have remained a virgin until her wedding night, given herself, mind body and soul to her one true love… but instead she got fucked by her sister’s boyfriend.
You should have stopped reading at the first sign of her losing her way.
But instead, you continued reading right to the end.
You dirty, dirty girl.
You like stories of innocent girls getting corrupted by older, confident, take-charge men, don’t you?
Well if so, I want you to check out all six books in my Innocence Corrupted collection.
Trixie Provoked, Kelly Exposed, Amber Stigmatized, Megan Disgraced, Sophie Corrupted and most of all Cindy Violated.
Cindy Violated is a big, full-lengh novel that starts with a girl much like Kayleigh, but goes off in a wildly different direction.
In Cindy Violated, our main character starts off locked up in her bedroom reading the bible while all her friends at school are going out on dates, partying and having fun.
Cindy isn’t just a virgin, she’s sex-negative. Her dad made her cover up all her life to avoid looking like a harlot, he drilled into her head that men are horrible monsters only after one thing, and that masturbation is a sin.
Problem is, teenage Cindy is bubbling with hormones.
Hormones which are driving her slowly mad.
She’s even considering getting surgery to have her clit removed.
Everything changes for Cindy when her parents send her to live with her sister Donna at the beach house for a couple of weeks.
Donna is carefree and sexual, and turns Cindy’s world upside down.
Read Cindy Violated now.
Love,
Viktor
Email: [email protected]
From Cindy Violated by Viktor Redreich
I lay there on my bed, staring at the ceiling. There was something distracting me, and I was doing my best to ignore i
t. But I wasn’t sure how much longer I could manage to keep it down before it came bursting out of me.
Ever since that night at the bar with Donna, it felt like a dam had burst and everything that I had been trying to keep in all this time was flooding out. I couldn’t stop it. I had made out with that guy, and when I had woken up the next day … nothing had happened. The world hadn’t caved in. My life wasn’t over. Nobody was beating down my door to tell me what a slut I was. The only thing I had to show for that night was the slightly fuzzy head from a couple of beers and the feeling that I should have done more while I’d still had the chance.
Donna was out of town for the day, visiting a friend a few hours away by car. She had offered to bring me along, but I had still been too exhausted from the night before to lift my head from the pillow and had turned her down. She had shrugged and been on her way, and now it was just Thom and me, alone in this house once more. Only the two of us. Not that I was giving that any thought, of course.
I think the reason that I had gone for the older man the day before was that he reminded me a little of Thom--he had that distinguished air, that cool, collected nature that spoke to his confidence and his certainty. When I had been making out with him, I could almost convince myself that it had been Thom there, instead. And that was pretty exciting.
There had always been something about Thom, that was for sure. Something in the way he moved around this house like he knew he was the most important person here. He and Donna had lived here by themselves for years after the divorce went through and her mother dropped out of the picture, and he had had to take care of everything himself. He worked, he cleaned, he cooked, and this was his domain. All of it. Which meant that, in theory, I was his domain, too.
And maybe, just maybe, there was more than a little hint of the urge to get back at Donna for what she had done with Andrew. I had tried not to let it bother me that much, but how could it not? This was the man who had been part of my life for nearly seven years, and he had slept with someone other than my mother. In the room next to mine, no less! And with a girl who was my age! It was just wrong on so many levels. And if Donna thought I was going to let her get away with doing something so devious, she had another thing coming.
Sister's Arrogant Boyfriend Page 4