“Why not?” Zoe asks after I realize I’ve said too fucking much.
“You know why,” I mutter. “You’re my stepsister.”
“So what? It’s not like we’re related.”
“Do you have any idea what your father would do to me if he found out I slept with you all those years ago, when you were still a teenager?”
Zoe pulls back, removing her arms from my neck, and I reluctantly let her ass go so she can sit back on my thighs. “Do you know how many men I had to sleep with to get ahead in my career, to earn a spot on a front cover or a place in a fashion show?”
“No clue. I don’t think I want to know,” I admit through clenched teeth.
“Too many!” Zoe informs me, making me cringe because I hate the thought of her with any other man, much less anyone who bribed her into having sex with him. “Those are the men that I’m ashamed of sleeping with, Winston. Not you. Never you. I may have been pissed with you for the things you said afterward, but I didn’t regret what we did that night or what we did on our parents’ kitchen floor fifteen minutes ago.”
“I’m glad you don’t regret it, but that doesn’t make what we’re doing right.”
Being the temptress she is, Zoe cups her own tits and pushes them together, which of course, makes it impossible to look away. “So, does that mean you don’t want to fuck me again?”
“No,” I mutter. “I mean, yes. Fuck. What was the question again?”
I grab her hips and yank her body up my thighs until her pussy is right on top of my hard dick that’s created a bulge in my boxer briefs.
“That’s enough time wasted talking. I’m only here for a few days and I want you,” Zoe says, then presses her mouth to mine and our tongues tease each other before she pulls hers back. Reaching down, she frees my cock from my briefs and then lowers her tight cunt down onto it, causing her to gasp mid-sentence. “You…hurt me back then, Winston. Now, I want you to make me feel good…every day until I leave.”
Fuck, I hate that I hurt her, and that she’s leaving again. Which is why, no matter how goddamn good she feels on my dick, I squeeze her hips and pull her off me.
“W-what?” Zoe asks as I start slouching my way down the bed between her spread legs until my mouth connects with her sweet pussy. “Oh fuck!” she screams and grabs on to the headboard after the first glide of my wet tongue over her slit.
I look up at her face. “I want you to come on my tongue over and over again, until you can’t take any more.”
I don’t deserve more pleasure, not yet. Not until I make Zoe feel so fucking good she forgets I ever hurt her and decides to never leave again.
Chapter Sixteen
Zoe
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The last two days with Winston have been insanely good, only getting out of bed to occasionally shower and eat. We’ve talked about random, ridiculous things and fucked every way humanly possible. My only regret is that Winston never gets to finish inside of me because I’m not on the pill and we both hate condoms.
Neither of us get to sleep for more than a few hours before the other is begging for more. Sex between us is explosive. It’s almost unreal how good we are together, especially since Winston is so freaking hot. From my experience, usually, the more attractive the guy, the worse he is in bed. Not Winston. He’s sweet and caring and attentive; not just in bed but all the time. He’s just a good person. I’m not sure why I ever doubted that when I found out he was in a motorcycle club. Maybe that’s why sex with him is better, because I know who he is deep down, and I love everything about him. Now I can’t get enough, and neither can Winston apparently.
In fact, I think both of us may have been asleep when Winston’s hard cock just so happened to slip inside me from behind while we spooned. I’m not sure who initiated, all I know is we fucked nice and slow at first. Then, after Winston’s hand grabbed mine and guided it between my legs, pressing it on my clit, things got much more frantic until I started coming and he had to pull out to come on my ass.
“Fuck!” he exclaims from behind me as I melt disappointedly into the sheets. Sure, I had an orgasm, but it ended way too soon because we had to stop.
“Maybe we should try condoms again,” I suggest while gasping for breath.
“Hell no,” Winston grumbles. He’s quiet for several minutes before he asks, “Could you take a morning-after pill?”
“Every day?” I ask with a bark of laughter when I glance at him over my shoulder. “I don’t think it works that way.”
“Yeah. Fuck,” he huffs.
“Time to change the sheets again?”
“In a minute,” Winston replies. “It’s only…six a.m.”
“Did I start that round or did you?” I ask, and hear one of his rare chuckles.
“No clue.”
“You should finish in my mouth next time,” I urge him. “I can get myself off again easier when I’m sucking your dick.”
“Jesus Christ!” he grumbles. “Now I’m hard again.”
“Sorry, not sorry,” I tell him before I roll over and climb on top of him to hop on for another ride. “Oh god.” I gasp as I impale myself on his shaft. “That never gets old.”
“No, it doesn’t,” Winston agrees, reaching up to squeeze my tits.
“Is it always like this for you…or is it different with me?” I ask as I start to slide up and down, up and down, a little faster each time.
“Different,” he grunts. “Better with you.”
Thank goodness it isn’t one-sided.
“Tell me…when you’re…close…so I can stop.”
“And you’re gonna suck me off?” he asks between groans.
“Yes.”
“Just like…our first time,” he remarks as his eyelids grow heavy, but he doesn’t take his eyes off me. “God, that was so. Fucking. Good. I watched it over and over again…”
I slam myself down him one last time and then freeze. “You did what?” I ask, thinking I must have heard him wrong.
Grinning lazily, he says, “I had to steal the surveillance footage so, of course, I watched it a few times.”
“A few?”
“Fine. A lot,” he admits with a widening grin, complete with dimples, that seems almost foreign on his grumpy face. It makes him look like a completely different man. A happier one. A gorgeous, happy, incredibly sexy man. Then Winston says, “Hard to feel guilty about that when I got fired for taking the video and for fucking up with the Camaro.”
“You got fired because of that night?” I say in shock.
“Fuck yes. Took weeks for me to get another shop to hire me.”
“I’m sorry.”
Chuckling, he grasps my hips and lifts me up and then back down on his dick with a deep grunt of pleasure. “Totally worth it.”
“You still have the video?” I ask, pressing my palms to his chest.
“Why?”
“Because maybe I want to see it too.”
“God, yes,” Winston groans as I start working my hips on his dick again. “We can…watch it…together.”