Page 29 of Always Right Here

She slammed into me again.

I felt fuller. Tighter. Andso fucking good.I realized she’d pressed three fingers inside of me. I squirmed, trying to push up onto my knees and arch into her further. But she pushed me back down with her hips, holding her fingers inside.

“I think you did notice me, but you were afraid of being the annoying little sister. I was also afraid of freaking you out, making Edward and Sadie mad or worse…pissing off Eddie and losing my best friend.”

So she was worried about the same things I was.

As her strokes came faster, her confessions spilled quicker and easier. I didn’t get a second to breathe between each, let alone a chance to respond.

Stroke four.“When you left, it broke me.”

Five.“I kept tabs on you. Built myself into someone successful so you’d be proud to be on my arm one day.”

Six.“But my little crush boiled into obsession.”

Seven.“Seeing you with other people made me jealous, but it fueled me.”

Eight.“When you came back, I had to drive you straight into my arms and show you how good we’d be together. How I could protect you and love you how you deserved.”

She fucked me through the entire next confession, her thrusts growing more frantic.

“It was all me, baby. Everything. The whole time. And you ran straight to me, just like I wanted.Finally mine.”

My pussy clenched with her last words. At that point, my head was swimming. I was so overcome with forbidden pleasure that I didn’t dare ask her to stop. I didn’t want her to stop. I wanted to hear every confession. I wanted to feel every inch of her.Knowevery inch of her.

It didn’t matter how sick and twisted it was…Maybe I was the same. Every word she said didn’t just push me closer to my climax; it pushed me closer to the truth.

Just as I was about to fall over the edge, Korie paused. I whimpered in protest.

“If you’re a good girl and are honest with me, I’ll let you come, okay?”

I nodded.

“I need to hear you say it, baby.”

“Yes,” I yelped. “I’ll be honest.”

She picked up the pace again. My head slumped onto the floor. My eyes rolled back into my head. Pleasure washed over me.

“You like being close to me, yes or no?”

“Yes,”I answered in a desperate moan.

“You like it when I take care of you?”

“Yes…yes, so much.”

“You’ve fantasized about being mine, even before coming home.”

“Yes, so many times. Since we were kids.”

“So good, princess. One more question and I’ll give you what you need, no matter what your answer is.”

“Mhmm,” I whimpered, desperate for release.

“Even after all this…after finding out it was me who stalked and watched you, you still want to be mine. Yes or no?”

“I-” I clenched violently around her fingers, my orgasm so close that it threatened to tear me from the inside. But it was more than that, I realized. More than just my climax trying to rip from my body. It was the truth. The dirty, fucked up, psychotic truth.