He can feel her climbing, gorging herself on his touch, the world melting at the edges. Sash has never felt like this. She has never felt so wanted by him, so spoiled. The flowers, the presents, the tongue on her clit about to make her come, she has never felt so idolized, so important. It’s coming, and she can feel it. It’s coming strong and hard. It’s coming and she can’t control it.
When her breathing begins to peak, and Dante knows she’s at the very edge of an orgasm, at the very last point before it consumes her, where just a touch in the right place on her body would send her exploding in fits of blissful ecstasy, he stops what he’s doing immediately. He pulls his finger out of her pussy and then he pulls his tongue away from her swollen nub, and then he stands up behind her pointedly.
Sash is so close, she would explode if someone blew on her skin. Even the rose petals underneath her are close to settling her off.
“Dante”, she cries, devastated he’s left her on the edge.
“You’ve been a naughty girl, Sash”, he says. “And naughty girls don’t get what they want, I’m afraid.”
Her pussy is visibly throbbing. Dante can see both of her holes open and close, shiny with her juices. Sash doesn’t know what to do. She’s agonizingly close to coming, but she can’t do it alone.
“Fuck me, Dante”, she begs. “Make me come.”
“Oh I’m going to fuck you alright, Sash, but you’re not allowed to come, do you understand me?”
“Oh baby”, Sash complains.
“Uh-uh”, Dante says. “If you’d taken your clothes off when I’d asked you-”
“Please”, Sash moans. “Please make me come.”
“Uh-uh”, Dante says. “If you come, when I push my cock inside your tight little hole, I’m going to be very angry.”
“I promise I won’t”, she says. “Put your cock inside me.”
“I mean it, Sash”, he says, his cock in his hand now. “If I feel you come, just even a little bit, I’m going to have to punish you even harder.”
Dante guides his cock to her trembling hole. To tease her even further, he slides his cock initially along her gash, bumping it gently against her clit. Sash shuts her eyes tight and holds on. The sensation is almost unbearable. She has to do everything in her power to force herself not to push down on it. Her heart is racing so hard she can hear it. Her legs are trembling with little uncontrollable jerks, and her pussy is aching so much for his cock she almost gives in and lets it take her.
Dante finds her hole. He nudges his way inside slowly, making sure every part of both his and her apparatus are fully engaged and stimulated completely. Sash moans loudly as he parses her, her pussy yawning to his effort and swallowing him inside her greedily.
“I’m warning you, Sash”, he says.
Sash can’t speak. She can hardly breath for the concentration. Each millimeter more he goes inside her, the effort of holding herself back increases exponentially. What she is attempting to do is harder than anything she’s ever had to do before. Dance competitions, university, compared to this, keeping herself away from Dante for three years was like a picnic in the park.
Continuing at crawling speed, Dante eases himself gradually inside her, his cock screaming out with pleasure. Sash is on the very edge of it, but Dante is ready to explode too. Fucking her like this is absolutely sensational. Teasing her with something he knows she wants is an effort of control and resistance on her part and his. Holding himself back from pounding her tiny little pussy hard, requires an almost inhuman level of concentration.
At his deepest, his balls press magnificently against her pussy lips. Sash can’t help but moan.
“Sash”, Dante warns, his voice affected by his increasing desires.
Again Sash can’t respond. She’s locked into it, her pleasure pulses across her in bounds, tugging her towards perfection. Dante withdraws. Every part of his engorged shaft screams with orgasmic delight. Sash can feel every single square millimeter of her pussy, every single nerve ending inside her body calling out for it, demanding she let it take her. She doesn’t know how much longer she can hold on. Back in up to his balls, Dante pushes just that little bit further, enough to make Sash moan again. When he begins to draw out, it’s already started.
As much as she tries to force it away, she can’t. It’s upon her and it won’t let go. Dante can feel it too. He can see it in the way her skin begins to shiver, and hear it in the staggered way she moans. When it finally hits, her pussy convulsing so much it nearly forces Dante out completely, it comes at her so strongly, her leg jerks uncontrollably to the floor, and had the table not been there to stop her, she would have folded up completely in half.
She opens and closes her fists, just for somewhere for the sensation to go, and then loses herself inside it completely. Whatever Dante wants to do to her for disobeying him again, so be it, this sensation is out of this world. She’s never felt anything this strong before, and even when the first wave has swept through her, the second and third seismic blasts hit her in ways she never thought would be possible. Her body tumbles and falls over itself in repeated orgasms, that make the term multiple seem ludicrously insufficient, and she feels complete in a way only Dante has the capacity to provoke. A long time passes when she wants to say something and can’t, incapacitated by the scale of the orgasm that’s taking her over.
Dante is quiet too, not because he’s waiting for Sash to speak, but because he’s fighting to control himself as well. Sash’s pussy is gripping his cock and spasming it close to exploding. Just seeing her like this, crumbling under his touch, makes him so horny, if he let himself he could come just by watching her.
“Not acceptable”, Dante finally spits out.
While Sash is still reeling under the immensity of it, trying to make sense of the world she’s just been plunged into, Dante grabs her around the hips. She’s lost the game and now, with it changed slightly, Dante has a new goal.
He pulls out as slowly as he can manage before coming, pauses with his cock at the very entrance to her hole and drills it back inside her. Firmly in place, he grunts, the deep guttural sound of a pre-historic man in need of carnal satisfaction.
Sash didn’t think she could go any higher. Each thump of his cock inside her now, does just that. It isn’t long before the sensation overwhelms him. With his stepsister already on cloud nine and swimming in a lake of perfection, Dante pushes himself there too. Sash is openly screaming now, although she knows nothing of it. She’s lost complete control of her body, her sensations driving her actions entirely. It’s on the reverse stroke that it finally takes him. He has placed her leg back on the table, having to hold it there himself to keep it in place, so he can see her pussy stretched wide around his cock, and watch his balls come in contact with her skin, and its a combination of this and the feather-like sensitivity of his pulsating pride, that finally pushes him over.
Dante twists his neck up to bay an escaping grunt at the ceiling. He rocks forwards onto the balls of his feet and drives his cock home even further, so at the point in which he swells beyond recourse, Sash experiences him in his entirety.
She feels his balls tighten against her pussy lips. Inside her, his glans swells and pushes insistently on her cervix.
She feels him strong behind her, his full weight pinning her assertively to the wood. She hears him let out another violent grunt, and then she feels it as it explodes along the base of his shaft.
Twisting his body towards her, he grits his teeth, draws the taut muscles of his stomach together and unleashes himself deliberately inside her. Each pump pushes her even deeper into orgasm until he is finally, magnificently spent and Sash is quivering feverishly. Her skin hot and cold, the hairs on the back of her neck standing up, Dante folds himself into her.
She can hardly breath, let alone speak. Her pulse flashes through her body as though sped up a hundred times over. She can feel the goosebumps that litter Dante’s skin. Together they are a crumbled mess of orgasmic delight and Sas
h can’t even begin to think how they might put themselves back together again.
She doesn’t know how it happens, but at some point after he has come, Dante peels her off the table, Rose petals stuck to her skin like sweet wrappers and carries her like a Roman God, across the threshold and into the bedroom.
There, she wraps herself around the sheets, before her stepbrother, her magnificent man of extraordinary talent, wraps himself around her too, already hungry for more.