Chapter 690: [She wanted him]

Layla smiled sweetly. She looked at Allen with excitement. Her fingers twisted around it, arousing him in turn. Her beautiful hazel eyes resembled the deep ocean, surging with violent waves.

“Then, be prepared…my punishment is severe,” Allen grinned dangerously. He bent his head to hers; the kiss was deep and lingering and charged with sexual promise.

His kiss was hot, hungry, demanding. Layla found herself melting into it, sinking into his touch, seduced by the taste of him and how he so expertly commanded her with one touch. Layla pushed at his shoulders lightly and grinned. “I wouldn't have it any other way,” Layla responded, turning her face up to his.

He brushed his lips against hers tentatively, and a moment of exquisite anticipation spun out between them. Then his mouth captured hers in a bruising kiss once again, as if Allen was thirsty, thirsty of her juice as he kept on lapping like he was losing air and she was his air. He devoured her in hungry kisses, suckling her tongue, her lower lip, seizing her every breath and replacing it with his—Layla responded in kind, as if seeking to make up for the years they’d missed due to holding back. She returned his fierce kisses, moaning as their lips and tongues met with frightening urgency.

Things like, this is wrong, or this is not right, she shoved all of it away. She didn’t need logic or morality in love, what she only needed to remember is that she needed him. She wanted him. On her, inside her, filling every space. She wanted his skin touching hers perhaps even more than he did.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she clung to him. Every nerve in her body burned for him, and she arched her back to rub her hips against the solid length of his erection. His hand slipped between her legs, and his rough fingertips left a trail of fire as they traveled up her thigh. Her own hands explored the ridges of muscle under the smooth skin of his back. She kissed his neck, tasting the salty sweat from the day’s heat. “Oh, you are beautiful,” he murmured as he trailed his hand lightly over her breasts—shaping them through her laced bra as a sculptor might shape clay.

Leaning forward, he turned his passionate assault on her neck, gradually making his way down to her tantalizing cleavage. Layla lay back and moaned softly in ecstasy as Allen’s mouth and tongue began their ministrations on her tender flesh. Flicking his tongue along her peach-soft flesh, he tasted traces of salty sweat and wild-flower soap. Delicious. He drew slow circles on her leg, letting his finger dip down farther over her inner thigh with each spiral.

Her nipples puckered, tenting the silk. The draped fabric shivered with her quick, shallow breaths.

Allen began running his hands over her firm and ample breasts, squeezing them gently and lightly pinching the nipples. After this, he leaned forward again to lick and suck on her breasts. As he did this, Layla ran her hands over his muscular shoulders, neck, and back.

Her skin was smooth and pale and just one look was enough to make a man’s blood race. His fingers slipped under the cup of the laced bra, exposing the breast, and began to gently squeeze. He looked at her uncovered breast with adoring eyes and massaged her nakedness as he pulled his other hand down much further, where her thighs met her sex.

“Aaaahnn~!!” The slender pale hand gripped Layla’s pale bosom familiarly, and the hardening nipple was visible between the index and middle finger. Her legs parted slightly, and he knew his breath and touch had played their own magic. He trailed his fingers back up, over her leg, to the damp, lacy piece of fabric nestled between her thighs.

“…Allen~” Allen stroked his fingers along Layla’s hot, wet underwear. He loved hearing her moan with need. Loved the way her auburn waves shivered over her shoulders as she tilted her head. And he adored the throaty melody of her laugh, the honey-sweet sighs of arousal she made at his touch—“Oh!” The elastic trim of her lingerie snapped against her skin as Allen worked to slide his index finger underneath.

Springy curls brushed his fingertip. Allen nipped her earlobe gently. “You are so wet.” Her cleft was snug and hot, and he pressed two fingers against her clit. With a moan, she jumped on the seat. “Relax.” His fingers circled over her, and her eyes opened wide. “…this is just the beginning,” he grinned savagely.

The beginning of their new life. The start of the moment their dreams become reality.

Allen let his fingers explore as he watched her face. Her eyes were closed tight, and her teeth bit hard into her lower lip. Purposely, he let his thumb drum across her clit. Her eyes flew open, and her jaw dropped. He did it again, and she came alive in his arms, clawing at him like a cat.

He dropped his forehead against hers. “Spread your legs, Sis.”

“Damn you,” she groaned, embarrassed. Though, for some reason, being called ‘Sis’ in this intimate endeavor gave her another sense of excitement and arousal. He looked at her steadily until she timidly widened her stance. It opened her pussy to his invading hand, and he grunted in conquest. He locked his other hand on her ass as he let his fingers do the walking. He poked and prodded into all the nooks and crannies as her body shook.

Allen stroked her opening gingerly as if she were a delicate flower that might fall apart. Slowly, he pushed two fingers into her and she soon found herself pressing onto his hand. “Touch me.” Allen kept his voice low and seductive. He wished he could compel her to do as he asked, but he couldn’t.

He could not do that with his sister, especially for the first time. Layla drew her hand up to his leg, her touch all the more erotic because he knew it came from her desire. She pressed her open palm to the bulge in his pants. “Can you feel that through the leather?”

“God, yes.” Allen let out a moan the moment she touched him. Her sister touching his cock—this sense of immorality caused Allen to feel euphoric beyond compare!

His hips bucked as her hand slid along his thin boxer, then his hand placed over hers, and guided her hand to his throbbing ‘member’, molding it to him. Layla felt some kind of itchiness inside her heart when she felt Allen’s steel-like hardness. Following the line of his swelling cock, she found the engorged head stuffed against his waistband. She cupped him with her palm.

Allen’s head swam as his blood pooled in his crotch, as his cock grew and grew and grew and pushed urgently with no place to go. Hunger surged with every pulse of his rigid shaft. “Excited?” Allen restrained the urge to howl as he stared at her sister with eyes full of greedy lust. “We should have done this a long time ago,” She murmured as she glanced down to watch the motion of her hand coasting over the black leather—pulled taut over the broad head of his prick. Her firm gliding motion almost took him to the brink.

Yes, Allen almost groaned. The lips of her pussy parted for his fingers. Allen crooked them within her, dipping into her wet heat deeply. Stirring her, he inhaled her scent deeply. Musky and primal, it made him ache with want.

He withdrew his fingers and tapped the sticky tips against her clit. Layla’s hazel eyes glazed with desire; she looked as needy as he felt. But not now, Allen endured his urge to take her here and now. This is her first time, so Allen wanted to make it memorable until the time ends. Besides, Allen didn’t want to hurt her due to his massive prick. At least, he wanted her to be completely wet to carry his ‘member’ to invade the long tunnel he wanted to conquer.

Pressing hard. His crooked mouth moved from hers and trailed down her neck until he finally reached her naked breast once again. He kissed every inch and took her nipple into his mouth, suckling as if she was his nourishment. The hand inside her increased tempo and Layla gasped at the mounding sensations within her. He licked her breast once more and traversed down her stomach to meet his currently occupied hand.

Allen stooped down to his knees. Her stomach fluttered as he grasped her panties and pulled them. They ripped at the seam on one side. Allen and Layla paused, staring at the bit of torn material. Then, in the next moment, a grin spread across his face and he ripped the other side with a simple flex of his arms.

Allen’s hand caressed back and forth at her legs. Gradually, his mouth neared her womanhood and gently separated her labia with both hands. He angled his face up to kiss her pussy, first lightly, teasingly. Layla’s body trembled the moment his tongue came into contact with her tender labia, making her moan: “Ooohhh… feels really good!” She moved her body, spreading her legs out more so that her vulva was exposed completely. The labia had also been revealed outwards.

Allen sucked her vulva, lightly at first and then with force. That kind of sucking made her feel as if her womb was being sucked out. Then he plunged his tongue deep inside of her and she practically fainted. Allen didn’t notice Layla’s suffocating pleasure as he began pushing down against his mouth rhythmically. His tongue darted firmly within her—sucking, caressing and causing her to nearly explode.

They both moaned loudly. As he sucked, Allen used the tip of his tongue to provoke her flesh pearl; this was a woman’s most sensitive region. Layla felt all her nerves go numb as Allen merely licked her. However, he didn’t stop and pressed towards her clit, his tongue rubbing against that flesh bead with circular motions.

“Ohhhh… Mmmnn…” Allen’s licking caused her breasts to jiggle and buttocks to wriggle.

Allen didn’t want to waste time and hence used this method to excite her desire. Allen watched her squeeze her eyes shut as she clamped her thighs against his wrist and snapped her hips up, once, twice, three times before she froze, all the muscles in her thighs and belly and bottom tense and quivering, and he felt her contract against his fingers.

Layla was frenzied, every muscle trembling with pleasure as she slammed into her orgasm. Allen’s fingers continued to stroke her as her body convulsed. His mouth open against her thigh, a rhythmic huff heating her skin, he was lost to the desire that was chasing through his blood. The flame of her orgasm burned hot, rushing along with her limbs. Layla surrendered to its sweet agony. She dropped on the couch, lifeless and exhausted. However, this was yet not the end.

Seeing this, Allen was affirmed that Layla was ready and ripe for the taking. Like a predatory animal, he climbed up her body, licking his way up her legs and belly, stopping to circle each breast before again finding her mouth. He kissed her hard, holding her hands above her head.

“Tell me what else do you want.” Allen grinned, his gaze meaningful.

Where did I start? Layla licked her lips. “Taste you,” she muttered, slightly startling Allen. But soon, his lips curled upwards. “Sounds good to me.” He kissed her soft, rosy cheek, tasting a trace of vanilla-flavored lotion, savoring her delightful feminine flavor. He growled and slid the rest of the way up her body until he was planting a knee on each side of her head. He stroked himself just inches from his sister’s face.

“You want this?” Layla nodded with a beet-red face.

“Tell me.” Allen’s sadist side seemed to have slowly resurfaced as he stared at Layla, like the alpha wolf he was.

“I want your cock.”

“Where?” He was going to make me say it. Layla growled, her stomach fluttered. “…In, In my mouth.” She had read before that men loved Oral Sex. And Layla wants to give her best and all to Allen. Furthermore, she wanted to express to Allen that she is willing and will never say ‘no’ to anything he wanted!

She moved her hands back to his fly, but they remained there, unmoving. “Show me how to do this?” she asked, bashful.

It was probably the hottest thing Allen ever heard a woman say. Maybe it was the tone of her voice, a little hoarse, a lot hungry. Maybe it was knowing how accomplished she was, and this one task felt so far out of her comfort zone but she’d asked him to help. Or maybe it was simply that Allen was wild for her, and showing Allen how to pleasure him made him feel like he was telling the universe, this hot sexy lady… belongs to me.

He teased his hardening cock with light strokes as if giving Layla a play. Although she had seen Allen’s thing before when they were taking bath together, she was still amazed by Allen’s male root when he displayed it in front of her.

Women yearned for a majestic man. Although it doesn’t really matter whether Allen’s thing was large or not, when she saw its size, which was for the very first time, saw it fully erect, Layla can’t help but feel an ache on her abdomen.

Will it fit…? Such silliness appeared inside her mind. But, thinking that Mia and the others are taking this ‘monster’ often, she can’t help but feel admiration to them. Layla can’t help but avariciously watched the meat stick between her brother’s legs.

Allen thrust into the channel of his hand, his motions quickening as his lust mounted. After a few seconds of playing with himself, Allen stared at Layla and one side of his mouth lifted, and with a last long stroke, he lowered his length to feed her.

Her tender bamboo shoot like fingers pinched his thighs as she brazenly gazed at Allen’s face to face. Layla could make out his burning desire from the expression inside his eyes. Thereupon, her fingers gradually made their way towards his thick meat stick. When he pressed the tip to her lips, Layla opened them gladly, eager to accept his offer. She obediently lowered her head and then proceeded to suck Allen’s thick cock without hesitation.

His taste exploded on her tongue as he pulsed very gently in and out. Her small and tepid mouth’s sucking made Allen feel a spell of pleasure. This was the first time he was enjoying his beloved sister’s mouth and he didn’t expect her small mouth would bring such pleasure to him, at all.

The more Layla licked his meat stick, the thicker it became. The more she caressed it, the longer it became. She glanced upwards at Allen, her eyes filled with trust, confidence and also full of tenderness.

Allen looks down at his big sister and felt that her beautiful face looked as charming as ever. He looked at her sharp nose, tender twin peaks, and her snow-white skin. As Layla lowered her head, Allen felt his rod get slowly swallowed by Layla’s warm little mouth.

This was the first time she had done this kind of thing and yet, Layla found it extremely interesting, her shyness slowly disappearing. She grabbed his ass, pulling him harder into her, wanting more. Refusing to gag, Layla took him into her throat, looking up into his eyes as he watched from above.

His face was strained as he battled to not hurt her, giving her short intervals to breathe. Layla’s technique wasn’t skilled, her teeth would sometimes scratch Allen’s member but he still felt quite pleasant. The more this amateur girl sucked it, the more pleasure he felt. He didn’t even complain or say anything when her teeth grazed his hard-on as he didn’t want to interfere with her fun.

Layla didn’t want to breathe. She wanted him. All of him. Her clever tongue patiently stroked the tip; at the same time, Allen felt a powerful sucking force on his male root. Layla’s mouth could clearly feel the changes happening to the steel-hard flesh inside her. She looked up with satisfaction at Allen. Her bright eyes were brimming with encouragement and appreciation as she saw him leaned back his head, full of pleasure– My effort wasn’t in vain!

She wanted to continue pleasuring him but she couldn’t find the urge to breathe and could only take it out for a moment. A silver thin thread appeared between her lips and the tip of his cock, extremely erotic. Layla made a sucking emotion to suck the silver thread back towards her mouth, creating a slurping noise that excites Allen even more.

With a flushed expression and seductive smile, Layla's hands clasped around Allen’s huge meat rod, stroking it. She wrapped her hands around his cock carefully, afraid of hurting him as she and stroked him up and down. He was massive, steel cloaked in velvet. This event stirred them up—their bodies, their desires, their connections.

Looking at Allen’s moaning expression, she once again went down on him, consuming his erection and he rose to meet her. He tasted divine. As she sucked it in and out of her mouth. Allen caressed her back mimicking her strokes on him. His meat rod was wriggling with veins popping outwards from its hyperaemic state, similar to thick earthworms crawling atop that jade pillar. Layla’s mouth took his meat rod deep inside and slowly released it out, drenching that jade pillar in her glittering and satiny saliva.

Allen stared at her, never blinking as if he feared not catching this scene with his eyes. He enjoyed the scene of a woman appreciating his meat stick in this kind of posture. But this made Layla’s vulva feel hollow and lonely. And Allen can finally feel his explosion building up in just a matter of minutes. But he didn’t want to come like this in their first time and so—he pulled back his raging hard-on from her mouth. Layla nearly cried out when he pulled away.

Immediately, she missed the weight of him on her tongue, but his cock was soon replaced with his lips. “You’re driving me crazy,” he whispered. “But I don’t want to come like this.” Layla, understanding his meaning, felt her face turned hot. Her breathing became rushed, her heart thirsting for him to embrace.

He then stepped between her knees, pushing them open. Her heart still beat a little harder the first moment he saw her completely exposed. Although she had her eyes open, she didn’t dare to look back at him, adding more to her charm.

Allen grabbed her butt to pull her till the edged of the couch. “Mmmn …” Her eyes were dreamy, just about to well up. Allen’s finger stroked along the entrance to her ravine but didn’t particularly go about kneading her clit, his actions have already overwhelmed her. Her body would sway each time he kneaded her quim, causing the lovely pair of breasts on her bosom to tremble along with her. He then squeezed her two plump breasts.

Layla peeped at Allen’s expression, that handsome face of his only made her heart throbs vehemently. Allen spread her legs apart, making the vagina open up a little, causing spring fluids to gush out. He caught his member and jabbed the glans right at the entrance.

Layla felt the silk-covered steel of Allen’s length glide over her clit and her lower back dipped, displaying her womanhood, flared open and waiting.

Allen groaned a rumble that shook Layla’s bones. He slid inside her in one smooth motion, his scalding member pushed through her labia and invaded inside her. Those lower lips wrapped around his member firmly. She was quite tight, even still both of them felt good. “Pzz”, Allen’s meat-spear lunged inside!

“AAAAHHHHHH…” Layla screamed out. Her vagina clamped hard around Allen’s meat rod. The pain had somewhat caught her off guard, surprising her. However, she soon felt the pain become submerged within the pleasure bubbling up within her.

After the first thrust, Allen had to hold still, knowing that if he kept moving, if he gave himself up to the exquisite tightness, the heat, he would explode and he might hurt her.