Page 72 of Under His Control

It’s my first time getting licked and fingered. Jacob is responsible again for stealing one of my firsts. He’s been collecting them one after the next.

I clench around his fingers and rock my hips as he pumps into me, the steady strokes within my walls pulling endless whimpers and moans from my lips. Jacob groans.

“Your sexy moans are making me so fucking stiff…”

His admission thrills me, and I’m too warm in my clothes, my chest heaving from my hard breathing. Overwhelming pleasure assaults me and it’s strengthening the longer Jacob feasts on me.

Tension and heat rises in my body. Jacob’s deliciously thick fingers rub a sweet spot inside me, building up my orgasm faster than when I touch myself.

Our gazes meet, and looking at his familiar face between my legs is extra wrong. Extra filthy. Extra hot. Those lips on my pussy once gave me guidance. Then they said mean things to me. Now they’re giving me more pleasure than I’ve ever experienced.

He gives my clit a hard, hungry suck that jolts me and I cry out.

“Come on, babygirl… give Daddy what he needs…”

I become a squirming, whimpering mess for Daddy, my thighs shaking as his dedicated tongue on my clit speeds me toward the edge. I arch my hips, straining for that peak, shamelessly mashing and grinding my pussy into Daddy’s face when I finally reach it.

“Oh god... Daddy... I’m… ohhhh...”

Bliss hits hard and sweet. I cup the back of his head, clutching fistfuls of his hair as my trembling thighs close around his head. I’m shaking as euphoric, pulsing warmth spreads out from between my legs and through my body.

He continues lapping me and fucking me with his fingers, unconcerned I’m smothering him. I vaguely hear his groan praising me for coming for him.

Jacob only lets up when I’m floating down from the clouds. He pulls his fingers out of me and climbs on top of me again.

His kiss is hard and hungry and I taste myself on his tongue. He grinds his rigid erection between my legs, swallowing my whimpers.

Then we both freeze at the sound of footsteps thudding up the porch stairs.

17

Jacob

I’m off Penelope in a flash, my heart drumming a rapid, heavy beat.

Penelope snatches her leggings from the floor and scrambles to untangle her underwear from them.

She’s in the middle of yanking her leggings up her knees when Elizabeth opens the door. I stand to block Elizabeth’s view. By attempting to preserve Penelope’s modesty, I attract my sister’s suspicion.

Her sharp gaze snaps to below my navel at the prominent clue of what Penelope and I were up to. There’s a joke in there somewhere about “hard evidence.” Nobody in this room feels like laughing right now.

The truth fills the room, taking up all space, sound, and air. Elizabeth’s features twist with anger and disgust.

“I knew it!” she hisses.

“Liz—”

“I knew you were having sex with her!”

Fuck.

Fuck fuck fuck.

“I haven’t—”

She raises her hand, a white plastic bag with the convenience store’s large red logo on it dangling from her grip. It rustles noisily as she points a finger at me.

“Don’t you lie to me!” She steps to the side and jabs her accusatory finger at Penelope. “Look at the guilt all over her face! It’s like she’s holding up a goddamn sign!”