Zaccaro

drunk when we...”
I stand before her, eyes searching hers to lie to me. Despite the Wild Turkey, neither of us were really drunk the other night. She’d switched it up to wine, and my tolerance level is through the roof.
She becomes mute. “We were a tad tipsy, Reese. You, just enough to come off that high horse or set aside whatever preconceived notions you have.” I pause, understanding that cops get a bad rep. There are hundreds upon hundreds of cases about men of the law being abusive to their significant others. I don't quite understand Reese's issue with my clothing, but we can get past that too.
Her gaze finally meets mine. “This is a bad idea. An all-around very bad idea…”
My mouth clasps onto her full lips. I fist a handful of her hair. As eager as I am, Reese's tongue twirls around mine with the same urgency. The towel drops between us, her silky skin feels soft as I glide my hands over her hips and ass. The warmth of her pussy is against my abdominals as her legs wrap around me, and I carry her into the bedroom.
Our kiss breaks and she whimpers. Reese's soft fingertips caress the scar on my cheek as I place her on the edge of the bed and stand. Forcing my tie askew, I say, “Now, you've gotten clean for big brother.”
Her eyes narrow at the title. This only makes my cocky smile all the brighter as I command, “Get dirty for me.”
“Evan...” She begins, but my hand takes to her jawline, with a finger pressing over her lips.
“Your pussy has this delectable strawberry scent.” I tell her. Reese alternates from nibbling and sucking my entire index finger into her mouth, as I order, “But before we can begin, I need you wet for me.”
Her tongue twirls up my finger then Reese says, “You don't know how wet I am already,” in a deep voice, borderline purring for me to fuck her.
“I'm sure you're wet.” I grab the handle of the chevron-printed accent chair and pull it close to her bed. “But big brother wants it to have this glazed, slightly salted scent that it gets after you've come. Come for me first.”
“You want me to come for you,” her silky voice reaches out and stokes my cock.
“The harder you can come for me, the harder I will fuck you. You do want me to go deep, hard.”
“Yessss,” Reese gasps, letting her legs fly open. Her hand skims down the middle of her chest, flat abdomen and before toying with her clit; she erupts in this orgasmic laughter and brings her hand back to her perky tit.
My mouth waters. What the fuck did I just get myself into? I wanted Reese to clear her mind, to overlook the situation our parents have made for us. As her perky nipples point to me, I know without a doubt that her mind is clear of all but one thought. My cock.
She takes a gulp as if she wants a taste.
“You gonna get naked, too?” Reese pouts, voice a delicious rasp.
Legs planted wide, I lean forward and pull my tie off and let it soar somewhere behind me.
“That's all!” Reese gives a sardonic look, no longer rubbing those cantaloupe delights.
My eyes lock onto hers. “Yes. That is all.”
“Well I want some action too, Evan. I want you to fuck me. I want to taste–”
I'm out of the seat in seconds. I kiss those words from her mouth, frazzle her brain. Once our lips break away, Reese is panting. Chest rising, falling. Her gaze is feverish.
“Do as you've been told.”
Reese licks the taste of my lips from her mouth. I grab her hand, and glide it down to her nether regions. When my thick, strong fingers don’t penetrate her, Reese takes on a look of melancholy enough to break my fucking heart. Oh, well. With no emotion on my face, I inquire, “You’ve never masturbated?”
She shakes her head no. Again her legs widen, the flower blossoms for me. The pink folds of flesh are silky, wet. I could pound down those walls right now. But I'm a greedy man. I want the ocean I felt the other night.
Trepidation flies away as her index finger dips into her lustful hole then comes out. Drip. Drip.
“Taste it.”
“No,” she scoffs.
My glower makes Reese pout and her pink tongue dips out to give it the slightest taste.
“Imagine that your finger is my cock, Reese.”
The pout deepens. “It's not big enough.”
I arise and step backward toward the door, ready to make my exit.
Her pupils dilate in pure frustration yet; Reese allows her tongue to lick from base to fingertip.
Again, I gesture toward her body, with the nod of my head. She dips her finger inside those glistening, pink folds, but instead of taking that glossy little finger to her mouth, Reese loves herself a bit longer. Jealousy tightens my jaw at her ability to pleasure herself. Then again, her finger is lifted to her mouth. Drip. Drop. Drip. Reese moans at the taste as if her pussy is some sort of delicate cuisine. Yes, that's the taste I’m going for.
As she licks her sweets, I unzip my pants. Like a feral animal, Reese eyes my junk as it pops up, erect as ever. Those large, dark-brown eyes are full of anticipation.  She whimpers while licking her finger but doesn't beg.
I nod my head. To her knees she goes. With the same meticulous care, Reese's tongue strokes up my shaft. Then the wet tip of her tongue glides across my pre-cum, savoring the taste. She looks up at me, with the taste of my pre-cum at the tip of her tongue and grins.
“I get all the sweets,” she murmurs before getting back to work. And if I thought my dick was rock-hard before, it's aching with the need to explode in her mouth. But that's not allowed. There's simply too many places my cock needs to go first. My fingertips grip through Reese's