Free The Ugly Sister by Penny Blake Page B

knee nudges my thigh and parts my legs.
    I respond by wrapping my legs around him and pulling him closer to align my sex with his.  I want to be as close to him as possible, and I want it now.  I reach a hand down and…
    “Holy shit, Rio.” I blurt out as my fingers trace the massive column in his athletic shorts.
    He rolls to the side as I continue to move my hand over him, taking in his substantial length and girth.  He leans back and peels off his shirt, revealing the most beautifully sculpted chest I’ve ever seen.  His pecks and abs are perfectly defined and at the center of his chest is the slightest smattering of fuzz. Then he lowers his shorts, and my breath catches in my throat.
    Rio’s cock is enormous.  The head is almost as big as a doorknob, and the shaft gets even thicker as it extends toward the base.  It’s not heavily veined but smooth and straight with thick ridges up the center.  It extends up past his belly button, pressing tight and flat against his belly. 
    I glide my hand down his length until I reach the small nest of black curls at the base, then I stroke up again, admiring how small my hand looks in comparison. 
    “I know I’m big,” he says apologetically. “I’ll be careful not to hurt you.  We’ll make sure you’re ready first, okay?” 
    It’s all I can do to nod as he traces his thumb over the hem of my panties, then slips it underneath the elastic.  His fingers play lightly along my flesh, sliding along the slick folds.  “Looks like you’re almost there,” he says in a low voice. “You’re wet for me.  I like that.”
    Then he stands up beside the bed and proceeds to undress me with agonizing patience.
    First he slowly unclips and peels off each black stocking, carefully folding them and before setting them on my dresser. Next he lowers the garter belt and slips it down my thighs, and then he peels away my bra until I’m wearing nothing but a small black thong.
    As he lies down beside me, I can’t take his eyes off his massive cock.  I reach out to touch it again, but he grabs my hand and pins it over my head.  Then he captures my other wrist and holds them both in one hand.  He gazes into my eyes while his free hand traces my wet slit through my silk panties. Back and forth, back and forth his fingers move until I spread my legs wide and whimper for more.
    He kisses my forehead, my hands still pinned above my head as he slowly peels my underwear down.  I assist by sliding and wriggling to get out of them, then lifting my throbbing sex to meet his fingers.  He slides a finger into me easily, then adds a second, then a third, moving them in and out while his thumb makes tiny circles around my clit.  The friction and the stretching sensation are magnificent, but it’s not enough—I need more.
    “Mmmm,” he hums. “Let me look at you.”  He lets go of my hands and slides down on the bed.  Suddenly shy, I bring my knees together but he stops me, spreading my legs wide and staring straight into my sex.
    It’s the first time a man has ever looked at me so intimately, and I feel nervous.  But when Rio looks back up at me with lust contorting his features, puts his hand on his cock and pumps it, all my fear fades away.
    He moves lower on the bed. “God you’re beautiful,” he says, his breath a hot whisper against my sex. 
    I close my eyes and moan when his tongue makes contact with my clit and his fingers spread me open.  He gently licks around my opening, his tongue moving over every inch of my parted sex. I hear a soft moaning and realize it’s coming from me.  It mingles with the soft wet sounds of Rio’s lips and tongue moving over my sex.
    He puts his fingers inside me again, first one, then another, then another.  And I know that he’s stretching me, preparing me for him. 
    The sensations are exquisite, and I feel an orgasm beginning to crest.  But before it swells and crashes over me, Rio stops abruptly and pulls his hand away,