Blake Hart
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I helped my sisters BF cum - Part 6
🕑 Added 2024-12-27 13:24:58 +0000 UTCEveryone in this story is 18+
Hey everyone! I’ve got a little post-Christmas surprise for you! Many of you have been asking for an update on this story, and I’m excited to share it with you. As an extra treat, I’m also releasing Part 7, so feel free to dive into both. Enjoy!
I lay on my bed, carefully applying pink nail polish to my fingers. It looked cute—soft and glossy under the light—and I knew Julian liked it. The thought alone sent a small flutter through my chest.
My phone buzzed beside me. I glanced over, and my heart skipped a beat when I saw his name.
Julian: "Meet me outside in 10?"
Fuck my life. A mix of excitement and nerves shot through me. My sister, Ali, had almost caught us so many times now, and each close call made it feel even more exhilarating. Like we were dancing on the edge of something dangerous, something I couldn’t resist.
I blew lightly on my nails, the scent of the polish filling the air, my pulse quickening at the thought of what Julian might have planned this time.
This was crazy. It was late—too late for anything good—but I knew perfect Ali was already in bed. She always did the right thing, or at least that’s what people thought. If they only knew.
I slipped into my favorite worn-out pajama bottoms, the fabric soft and familiar against my skin. My heart pounded as I sat on the edge of my bed, waiting. The minutes stretched on, each one heavier than the last, until finally, I heard the faint rumble of Julian’s car pulling up outside.
I took a deep breath, my pulse quickening, and crept toward the window. The headlights cut through the darkness, a secret signal just for me.
I stepped out into the slightly chilly night air, the cool breeze brushing against my skin. Julian was waiting by his car, looking as hot as ever. His white tank top clung to him, damp with sweat, outlining every muscle. Just the way I liked it.
He smiled when he saw me, that easy, confident grin that made my heart flutter. Before I could say anything, he pulled me in and kissed me—firm, warm, and lingering.
“Hey, babe,” he murmured, his voice low and soft against my lips. “I’ve missed you.”
The faint scent of his cologne mixed with sweat sent a shiver down my spine. I melted into his touch, my fingers brushing over his chest as I whispered back, “I missed you too.”
“I can’t sleep without you getting me off first anymore. Sammy, you’re driving me fucking crazy here!” Julian said, his voice low and strained with need.
“Julian, we can’t keep doing this,” I started, trying to sound firm, even though my heart was pounding. “Ali’s almost caught us too many—”
I stopped mid-sentence, completely thrown off by a simple gesture. Julian hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his sweats and tugged them down just enough.
“Come on,” he said, his voice almost teasing. “Say you don’t want it, and I’ll go.”
Fuck. Why did he have to look so good?
His cock stood proudly, thick and hard, emerging from his dark, damp pubes. The faint light from the house caught on the glistening tip, making my breath hitch. My resolve crumbled.
I fell to my knees, feeling the slight wetness of the grass on my.
"Good girl, Sammy. I love how desperate you are for my cock, just as desperate as I am for your little tight boypussy," Julian murmured.
I shivered—not from the chill of the night air, but from the heat pooling in my stomach, a need I couldn’t fight no matter how hard I tried. Julian’s words—his deep, teasing tone—wrapped around me like a rope, pulling me closer, holding me captive.
I swallowed hard, my gaze locked on his as I whispered, “Fuck. I need this too.”
He chuckled low and smug, his thumb brushing over my cheek before drifting to my lips. “I know you do,” he murmured. He pressed the pad of his thumb against my mouth, and instinct took over. I parted my lips, letting him slide it in slowly. The faint, salty taste of his skin lingered on my tongue as he exhaled sharply, a quiet sound of approval.
“God, you’re perfect, Sammy.”
My heart pounded so loudly I was sure he could hear it. My hands, trembling with anticipation, slid up his thighs, the warmth of his skin searing against my fingertips. He was so close, so real, and the weight of what we were doing sent a thrill through me.
I leaned forward, my lips brushing against the tip of his cock. A single drop of precum glistened there, catching the faint light, and I couldn’t stop myself. I let my tongue catch it, tasting him—needing him. His essence filtered through me, heavy and heady, claiming me in a way that made my pulse race. Julian groaned softly above me, the sound vibrating through my chest as his fingers tangled in my hair—not forcing, just guiding.
“Look at you,” he muttered, his voice husky, already wrecked. “So fucking pretty on your knees for me. You know how crazy you make me?”
The praise sent a delicious shiver down my spine, and my resolve shattered. I closed my lips around him, taking him slow and deliberate, savoring the way he twitched at the warmth of my mouth. His grip tightened slightly, his control beginning to slip, and he cursed softly under his breath.
“That’s it, baby. Just like that,” he groaned, his words tangled in a sigh. His free hand caressed my cheek—rough, yet tender—his thumb brushing against my flushed skin as if to remind me I was his.
I moaned softly around him, the sound pulling another groan from his throat as his hips rocked forward. My fingers dug into his thighs, steadying myself as I hollowed my cheeks, dragging my tongue along the entire length of him, taking him as deep as I could. Each sound he made only egged me on, the quiet curses, the sharp exhales. My own arousal built with every moment I held him like this—every ragged breath, every roll of his hips.
“Fuck, Sammy—” Julian’s voice broke. His hands suddenly tugged me off him, his chest heaving, and I gasped at the loss. His grip shifted, tilting my chin up so I had no choice but to meet his gaze.
His eyes were dark, burning with something deeper than lust. “I don’t want to finish like this,” he murmured, his voice strained. “I need more.”
Comments
Jules
Oh I’ve felt that way. Close but needing more. I love reading this again
Jules
Merry Christmas to us all!!! 🥵🥵🥵🥵
