Chapter 55

***Chrissy***


(Strong content ahead)
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1 am on the dot, I rise from my bed like a zombie, I can't think of anything other than Dayle. I went as far as setting an alarm on my phone; I don't want to miss a second. Call me funny or crazy but I don't care. I slide into my flip-flops before sneaking out of my room with a single noise. I start walking the short distance that leads to his room and then I realize that I'm not the only one anticipating this lustful appointment.
Dayle is leaning next to his door staring in my direction. Even in the dark, I sense how badly he wants to consume me, likewise me too. He's shirtless, except for the black combat short that he's wearing a pair of white Adidas socks. Although I'm only wearing a red satin sleeping dress, short and thin strapped but I'm also covering with a sleeping robe.
He wraps his hand around my waist, pressing my body against his as he starts to kiss my neck again. Has been waiting?
“Someone might see!” I tell him under my breath. He chuckles lifting me by the hips as we enter his room, he closes the door without considering the fact that we could be heard. That's Dayle, very carefree but that's so much risk to take offhandedly.
He gently places me on the bed, I plant my hands to keep composure. He crouches to my level and asks.
“Do you want this? You can walk way if you don't—” I cut short the husky voice that drives me nuts with my finger across his lips.
“I won't come this far to change my mind, Dayle! I want this!” I tell almost as a whisper. He snickers.
He unties my sleeping robe, I lie comfortably in the middle of his comfy bed as he crawls up to me like a cunning fox. After he had taken down his shorts and briefs. I'm really flabbergasted catching the glimpse of his full length. Is it safe to say that I've missed a lot? Now I understand the main theory behind his Dick, on the verge of finding the Skills. He gapes at me without a word but rather a snicker on both corners of his lips. Grabbing my thighs, he pulls me towards him. He kisses my neck down to my thighs, with one hand over me, the other takes a hold of my thin strap.
“What should I do, darling?”
“Rip it!” I coax. He gives me a satisfied snicker obliging to my demand.
I'm naked in front of him, my supposed brother but that notion kills me—it kills us.
“You’re extremely gorgeous, Chrissy! Do you know how much I adore you?!” he tells me as I flush over his comment with a faint smile. He leans slowly towards my lips, my hands cup his face. Alas, my lips jam with his, in a ravishing style we both collide, the state of dark desires and hunger overrides us; it’s more like we haven't met in a week meanwhile we meet every morning. He clasps my body with his, feeling every skin of his. As our kiss grows deeper and deeper, I find myself losing the only sanity I have left; I propel him to fuck me however he pleases. The foreplay is not necessary, I'm like an ocean that's needs inhabitants to co-habit. I wrap him between my legs and arms while he sucks my pink rocky buds, then I grab his cock, meaty and long enough to make me squeeze my walls.
“Fuck me Dayle, please! I want you inside me!” I tell him like the little slut that I've become. He smiles at me. He kisses my torso, waistline, and he stops between my thighs, where the tsunami occurs in a span of minutes.
His lips twirling my clit and core like a tornado, I grab the sheets folding my lips; a careless sound would change the entire twist and so I have to be strong enough to he thrown in and out of the abyss. He licks me like he's licking a jar of honey, he eats me out until I'm breathless. Catching my breath, I reach my peak splashing on his face. Huge climax to begin with!
“Keep it coming, baby!” he tells me and returns to eating me out.
It doesn't take long, his big dick slides into my pussy without effort.
Gosh! I've never felt his cock inside me and now it's my paradise. As he pushes into my depth, I adapt and accommodate him, I feel like it's my first time. He starts to stroke me from moderate to fast motion; like I'm being sold to the highest bidder. He rocks my body massaging my breasts, how do I uphold two fancies at once?
“Fuck Chrissy, you can't ever resist me! Don't ever torture me!” he says under his breath while I suppress my moaning. The bittersweet pain is one I can carry on. “Fuck baby!” his sexy grunts evades me. My brain losses it's reasoning.
My legs rests on his shoulders as his grabs my waist, we fuck, I feel it coming as my tits bounce like they are being electrified.
“Cum with me baby! Ahhh!” he groans as we come at once. Breathing breathlessly, he flips me over, I'm on fours with my face in the pillow. He slams harder than before, I feel the shoot in my stomach constantly hitting and alerting that he's reached my depth.
My pussy milks his member.
“Fuck Dayle! Fuck me brother... Do it harder...” I cry out, my mind isn't mine anymore, it's somewhere I can't explain. Don't I sound like a slut? Yes, he’s taking my sanity.
“I'll fuck you Sis, hold on tight!” he slams me, our sweaty skin kissing each other.
Writhing hard, he explodes; I feel the warmth sinking and lingering.
We don't take a long time, I hop on him; sitting on his shoot that's erect as ever. I start to ride him, I put all the effort I can think of, imagining the ones I have read and watched, I practice on him.
“Fuck me baby, that's my cowgirl!” he says to me and I wiggle and bounce on his cock with my hands on his broad chest. “Fuck, I'm losing it Chriss!”
“Me too, Dayle! Mmm. Mmm!” I cover my mouth. We take a minute to chill out. It suddenly feels like we have an hour to live and fucking is going to be the last thing that we do. I'm satisfied, but I don't want this to end now; I want to last the whole night with him.
We step down, out of bed. We share another kiss like we are starting all over again.
“I wanna suck your dick! Fuck my mouth, Dayle?!” I tell him and he gives me that approaching smile. I want my fantasies to be brought to life.
“I'm all yours, nerdy slut!”
I don't know why but I love the sound of that. I do feel like a little slut since I want to taste his cum so badly.
I trail kisses from his enthralling lips to his chest, perfect abs in the right places like they've been sculpted, I reach his waist and now, I'm staring at the cock that batters my pussy so badly. I grab his cock with my hands stroking top to bottom, bottom to top endlessly. The motion fastens before I consume it with my mouth, giving him a deep throat.
“Fucking fuck Chrissy, I'm gonna have leg cramps... This is so good baby! Ahh! Those innocent magic hands!” he says as his fingers dig in and out of my hair. I feel like I'm crossing the line of the extent his length can go but I keep up with the good work; I dominate him alongside playing with his balls. He groans and tries not to make noises as agreed. He's shaking, before the second goes by, he explodes in my mouth.
Slurppp!
I swallow his seeds, I wouldn't be weird to say it's yummy, would I? He's overtly hard and erect as ever. He lifts me up hastily capturing my lips as if they have gone missing. The way his overtaking my lips is alarming. Alarming— in the sense that something awaits me. Another mighty hard fuck. We stagger to his desk as he places me on the surface tossing the few books to the ground.
“No noise, remember?” I tell him under my breath and he cringes.
“Chrissy I don't care, if I don't fuck you one more time I swear that I’m going to run mad.” he says to me almost jabbering. Fuck I want that too.
He pulls me close to him as he glides in effortlessly, I don't struggle in the aspect of adapting to his length.
He starts fucking my wet core recklessly, once I'm about to moan out he captures my lips, taking, offering and twisting tongues.
Slam. Slam. Slams harder.
He pins me to the wall afterwards as I spread my legs like I'm doing some gymnastics, he teases me with the head of his rod before he digs in, he caresses my arms that are resting on the wall, we’d also kiss in intervals.
Back on the bed, we twist like sardines in a can. My booty on his face as he eats me out and teasing my clit...
I didn't prepare this much for tonight, I didn't expect that I could never be mad at him for that long, now I get the point that most girls are making. How he makes then feel wanted and satisfied, if he ever fucks another girl—I’m not so sure I can stay silent.
“Uhhh! Mmm! Nyeah!!!” I moan out under my breath, some things can't be hidden for that long. I grab my tits, massaging each; I can't help it neither can I stand not being touched by him right now.