Chapter 691: [She wanted him (2)]

Allen wanted their union to be good that night.

It was the long-awaited dream for both of them, and he wanted everything to be perfect.

“Go on…I, I’m fine,” She muttered, breathless. Allen reached down and stroked her cheek, then her hair. “Thank you,” he muttered as he slowly pushed his meat rod even deeper.

Layla shuddered as he slid through her wet and ready sex, inch by inch, until he was buried in her. She gasped and moaned, legs hooking around her waist until she crossed her ankles behind her back. Layla arched against the burn of being stretched but didn’t close her eyes as her body absorbed him inch by inch. She wanted to feel everything at this very moment, everything of him…!

When he was fully seated, Allen murmured, “You are so precious, feel so good,” and began to move, setting a quick pace, shallow thrusts alternated with long strokes of his shaft. One could clearly see Layla’s virgin blood on his cock.

“Aaaaaahhhhhh…” The pleasure and pain had fused together, causing Layla to shiver vehemently. She embraced Allen’s waist, not letting him part from her. Experiencing that thick meat rod’s touch, at once gave Layla a rich feel as if an extremely hungry child at last found his mommy’s breast and same, her flesh hole inside that already burst forth that flower bud at this moment getting rubbed by Allen’s thick and firm root made her very comfortable. The pain had already vanished and was then replaced by pleasure, incredible pleasure!

Letting her refreshed, Allen at once going went out throbbing and once again using his complete physical power to closely rubbed against her flower bud—that flavor was indeed indescribable in words, feeling better, her honeydew once again spurted out of her.

“Ahh — — Allen — — once again a little deeper!” Layla couldn’t help but hold his beloved brother’s buttocks, thinking of letting him stab in a little deeper, she didn’t know that until now Allen merely held his thick rod and pricked 2-3 times, if he went forward to stab, still can’t say it would at once directly reach inside her summit till the uterus and go!

Allen didn’t want to hurt Layla, it’s the very last thing he wanted and he only thought of letting her know how much pleasure this rod can give her, let her forever remember it.

Layla was wet for him as the tip of his cock struck home. Her body arched, giving him perfect access. He slowly pushed back inside, savoring the feel of her well as she tugged at him from deep inside. She cried out softly. “I didn’t know just how much I needed this, needed you, needed your body. Allen, by all the Gods in the world, you’re hard as a rock.”

Allen chuckled hearing her words. “You make me hard.”

He set a rhythm, thrusting in and out, working her up. He knew her body, what pleased her as he engaged in the age-old dance that made him one with his woman.

Allen’s movements became quicker, bringing her all the more pleasure. She had sucked as well as massaged Allen, now making his meat rod slide in and out of her. It had taken most of her strength, causing fragrant sweat to seep out of her body.

Allen strokes were hard and powerful as their bodies pounded together. Layla felt she was on fire, felt branded as they melted into one. His muscles worked under her fingers as she held on for dear life.

As he pounded into her, she was at his mercy. Bound by him. To him. He snapped his hips, withdrawing just enough that she felt the loss of him before filling her again in a soul-shattering thrust. There was a hard edge to Allen’s hunger right now.

A deep, insatiable need that she felt down inside her soul. Layla loved it. Loved the violent need driving him into her body as he sought his own release inside her.

She didn’t know when exactly she truly fell in love with her brother. Of course, it’s not since the beginning but all she knows was that she wanted to protect him, to take care of him. His happiness was her happiness—when he was sad, she would feel sad as well, wanting to do something to cheer him up and make him smiled again.

However, this pure love turned into an obsession—her mother was indeed right, Mia was right, everyone was right—her love for her brother turned into an obsession. She was obsessed with him.

If she wanted to think how or when, it should be—yeah, that was the moment when the world turned into a twisted game of life and death. Seeing her brother becoming who he was now, becoming stronger, dependable, attracting women right and left—she had this thought within her, Allen was now a grown-up. He had matured and would surely leave her side now.

He doesn’t need her anymore—this turned into a fuse.

This fear of him leaving her turned into a twisted knot…!

Fuck that!

The ugly side of her that she had not known suddenly appeared out of anywhere!

Him leaving me…?!

That is not possible…!

That cannot happen…!!

He is mine!

He is mine…!!

These thoughts flared against her…turning into something else!

She was jealous! She envied Mia and the others! Why? Why can he love them but cannot love me the same? Just because he is my blood brother…? So what? Why is that important…? When the world becomes insane, why don’t morality as well…?

And so, she worked hard—all thinking, fooling herself that it’s enough if she could stay by his side without any repayment. That pure brother-sister love… she fooled herself.

She was dirty…! Indeed, she is…! But my brother will accept me! Allen will never care about my ugliness and he will surely accept when the time comes…!

And this time finally came…!

She had longed for this very day—every moment, every second—it was her very dream to be one with her beloved brother.

The man of her dreams, the man of her fantasies and—the brother he shared blood with.

“Allen…” Layla blinked at him, a little lust-crazed. Allen pulled her to the edge of the couch and thrust into her.

Layla gasped and gripped the edge as her body stretched to accommodate him. The feel of him was growing more familiar. He leaned over her, forcing her back almost to her elbows and thrust, sinking fully into her.

Allen let out a beastly growl, and Layla realized that she actually liked watching him act like this, losing himself to her, and savoring the effect she has on him.

Allen was already lost in pleasure and lust as he drives himself time and time again at Layla. He then bent his head and sucked one nipple. Layla groaned and pushed her fingers through his hair and squeezed him with her internal muscles.

It felt as if there was a thread of sensation tied from her breast to her pussy, and every pass of his tongue caressed her in both places. The sound of his breathing, of their joining bodies, it was the only sound in the room.

“Aaahh...Ooohhh..” Layla moaned merrily as Allen’s meat-spear jabbed at her flower bud, causing her body to tremble.

Allen could feel her honey path squeezing onto his member with great force, making it unable for it to harden to its limit.

He felt his mood run high as he looked at his sister’s intoxicated expression. When he thrust, so did she. Little sparks went off behind her eyelids at the sensation. Again, he thrust and she lifted to meet him. Oh, that was good. Layla’s orgasm rolled up through her body, warm and all-consuming, she shuddered and whimpered as Allen continued to fuck her. Fucking her senseless.

Allen kissed her, as he continued his piston-like movements. She gasped and shut her eyes, and then neither of them spoke. She had one hand on his shoulder, the other slowly stroking his back, from the nape of his neck to the base of his spine.

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"You feel so good," she whispered . . . and then Allen couldn't hold back any longer. He plunged inside her as he felt his nearing coming—deep into that maddening clutch, that heat.

Layla moaned, her hands locked onto his shoulders, her breath against his face, her voice in his ear, urging him on.

"Oh, baby," he gasped as she put her lips against his ear, whispering his name over and over, like a chant, or a song, or a prayer. Sparks of sensation coursed through her veins, drawing the orgasm out longer as he hit the perfect spot within her. Layla almost cried out, the pleasure becoming too much, but Allen thrust deep and groaned.

Hot burning lava puffed into Layla’s volcano, her body convulsing from the extreme pleasure it brought.

“Aaaahhhhh…” Allen’s meat rod still remained erect, lunging at her flower bud.

The indescribable pleasure from the flower bud’s little mouth sucking onto his glans made him cum again.

Allen could feel Layla’s vagina clamp onto him tightly after that. He then stopped moving and lay atop her naked body.

Their bodies were drenched in sweat, though the season was cold. Extremely cold.

Layla’s slim body propped up Allen’s sturdy body, totally unconscious of the exhaustion. “Allen…?” she asked. For long moments, Allen remained immobile. Sensing the tension in his body, she looked at him over her shoulder.

“…Is something wrong?” She suddenly his face was drawn as if in pain. “I’ve been wanting this too long. It’s too good. You feel …” He exhaled. “If I move, I’m going to lose it.” Layla was startled and then she couldn’t stop herself from smiling.

She wasn’t alone in this. She could feel him snuffling and taking deep breaths and she was extremely embarrassed but she didn’t stop him and instead let him do what he wanted.

She liked the feeling of him pressing onto her. Her hands caressed his back gently, transmitting a girl’s unbounded love for her man. She then kissed his face and ears as she caressed him. Her breasts were being squeezed between their bodies as Allen was busying himself by kissing her neck.

“If I gave birth to your child, would you be happy?” Layla hugged Allen.

At this moment, a motherly awareness was born within her.

Perhaps it was too soon, she wondered. After all, they just managed to start their relationship, breaking the boundaries that were once stopping them. But she really wanted to give birth to his child…give him happiness like the others.

“Is that even needed to ask?” Allen grinned. “…you will give me more than one and I would be the happiest man in the world,” Allen raised his head, his member within her provoking her again. Hearing his words, Layla suddenly embraced his neck, tears welling up at her eyes.

“Can we do it again…?” Allen suddenly asks.

Layla’s eyes sparkled and her lips curled upwards, “One or two is not enough to fill the time when we were fools,”

Allen's lips curled into a grin.

… …

Allen laid her down onto the soft couch and stretched his long body next to hers. With his head over hers, he stared deeply into her eyes as he tenderly caressed her cheek with his hand. Every fiber in her body was awake as he ran his hand down the length of her body, each touch sending excitement through her veins.

“Oooohhh… finally… ahhh… feels good…” Layla arched her waist upwards immediately.

Allen had not only knocked hard against her flower bud but also ground it; that numb feeling made her moan out loud.

She moved her waist lightly as if to avoid his meat spear, and again seemingly catering to Allen’s thrusts. The intense pleasure caused another surge of fluids to puff out from her vagina, making it a damp marsh.

Allen struck her tender stamen with a rhythm and Layla followed it, clamping onto him accordingly. Both of them seemed to have reached an understanding, Allen would slow down the rhythm whenever Layla was about to orgasm so that she could experience it for a longer duration.

She shuddered as he dragged his lips across her cheek and gently kissed the side of her mouth. She was in awe over his tender handling of her, and she turned her mouth to his, tasting the sweet essence of his lips that stroked hers with an intensity she’d never experienced before. Her hands rested on either side of his head as he continued ravishing her lips with his as soft moans—which she had no control over—escaped her mouth. He moved on top of her pulling her legs up and wrapping them around his waist.

She closed her eyes so she could better feel his touch on her lips. His kiss deepened as his mouth tasted and pulled on her lips making them swollen. He was kissing her as if she was all his--as if he was taking possession over her which turned her on even more.

She met his kisses with more vigor and hunger. The power he had over her was causing her to lose her mind and heart to him with each caress of his lips.

However, at this moment—

A warm hand snuck under his shirt from behind, then she nuzzled on his neck. Allen already knows about the third person in the room but didn’t really care about it. He thought she was just peeking at them and had even decided to give her a good show but Layla was different—seeing the intruder, her eyes widened in shock and she cannot help but cry out in surprise.

“Uh, Alkrasha, what are you doing?” she asked. But Alkrasha only grinned at her, she then coiled her legs around Allen’s hips and nibbled his throat.

“What does it feel like?” Two hands explored his abs from the back.

Allen sighs and smiled bitterly at Layla who at the same time did to him as well. She covered her chest with her arms but she had not realized that Allen was still connected at her at this moment, which was far more embarrassing than exposing her naked body. Then, a whiff caught his nose, “You’re drunk.” Allen muttered, disregarding her naughty advances. Alkrasha smiled. “Feel fine.” Her fingers tickled his sides. “Feel good, actually.”

“Alkrasha—” She kissed him, then put her finger on his lips. “You talk too much.”

Still straddling Layla, he couldn’t really move, and she was persistent in being naughty. She trailed hot, wet kisses up to his ear, then flicked the lobe with her tongue and sucked it into her mouth, her teeth applying light pressure. His hips arched off the seat, penetrating Layla in front of him causing the latter to moan.

“Playin’ with fire, love.” He felt her grin. “Good.” One of those sneaky hands slipped under and caught his manhood; stroking it gently all while teasing Layla’s wet sex with her thumb.

“Can’t tell me you don’t like it.”

“Alkrasha!” Layla cried out in alarm as she felt her best friend’s fingers flicking her currently sensitive clit. But Alkrasha only grinned at her. Seeing her like this, Allen can only smile wryly. She’s on her naughty mode—Alkrasha is weak to alcohol and whenever she was drunk, her attitude would become playful, no I guess it’s what they call her naughtiness resurfaced…?

Allen shook his head and ignored Alkrasha and just let her do what she wants. In any case, it’s not really that bad of a thing. What man doesn't want two women in his bed at once?

Layla lay on the bed with her legs spread aside, raised upwards around Allen’s body. Allen lay atop her body, kneading her snowy breasts while he fucked her while at the same time, Alkrasha was teasing Layla’s clit and breast along with Allen, giggling on Layla’s pleasant suffering. Though Layla was quite mindful about Alkrasha’s existence and felt ashamed of her current appearance that was being displayed in front of her best friend, her quim seemed to twitch already and all her nerves feeling taut. She then felt huge energy about to spurt out from there.

“Ahhh… Quicker… “ She couldn’t be bothered about Alkrasha right now, she only desired for Allen to go deeper, faster, to fuck her until she reached the zenith of happiness.

Allen began to deliver deep and powerful thrusts suddenly, no matter how much she tried to clamp onto his member, she couldn’t succeed in stopping him from causing the convulsions at her quim. A warm fluid instantly flowed outwards.

That liquid engulfed Allen’s meat spread, causing Allen to begun to thrust crazily with the help of the smooth fluids.

“Aaahhh… you’ll kill me… stop thrusting…” Layla screamed but although she said that, her ankles were digging Allen’s back, restraining Allen from moving away. Her mad yell made Alkrasha watching on the side completely wet.

The whole time Alkrasha was sucking on Allen’s neck. When suddenly, she lifted her head, feeling aroused—from the alcohol or from Layla’s madly cries. She kissed him, a demanding, forceful pressure on his lips. He gave as well as he got and she responded with a deep, almost hoarse moan all while pistoning Layla beneath him.

Layla saw Allen and Alkrasha making out and couldn’t help but feel something surging inside her. Alkrasha’s lips were swollen now and her scent filled the room, buttery pastries, even reaching Layla. Probably because of her race, Alkrasha was emitting some kind of hormonal scent that can make anyone goes crazy. And this affects Layla as well, increasing her arousal even more. Allen knew what would happen as he leaned toward her. Little puffs of air left her mouth. Her scent thickened the space between. A light groan met his lips as he kissed her.

Come. Rocking his hips back and forth all while fighting the urge to ejaculate, Allen deepened the kiss with Alkrasha, sliding his tongue between her lips. She cried out and he bored deeply. She clutched his arms as he brought her. She cried out again and again until she could barely stand. He slid his arm around her waist and drew back just enough so that he could look at her flushed cheeks and liquid eyes.

Sexual secretions squirted out from Layla’s honey pot along with her screams as Allen made a flurry of ferocious thrusts.

“Great Mother of God, both of you are so fucking beautiful.” Allen breaks off from Alkrasha and pulled Layla up, one hand splayed on her waist and the other played her like a fine instrument, drawing a symphony of sound and feeling from her body. The flame of her orgasm burned hot, rushing along with her limbs.

“Aaaahhhh!!” Layla surrendered to its sweet agony.

The walls of her sacred passage pulsed around Allen and she felt him harden. At the same time, Alkrasha could feel Allen’s stomach tensing which always let her know he was about to come.

“My turn,” Alkrasha pushed out of his arms, separating Layla and Allen and then, she dropped to her knees. Allen whined when she looked up at him and licked the head of his shaft.

Alkrasha savored the tang of Layla’s essence on his skin and swallowed him to the root. Her nose met the soft hair at the base of his cock. She inhaled, basking in the musk of the two people’s combined scent, which she both loved and cherished, while she worked him deeper in her throat.

She pulled back to breathe and suck on the head. Allen’s eyes closed and he tangled his hands in her hair. Alkrasha slid her mouth over him once, twice, three times before the taste of his bittersweet release burst across her tongue.