I took a step forward, pinning Scarlett against the stove, pressing my hips forward so my cock nudged her lower abdomen.
"Quite brave, huh? Daring to pinch my butt? Want my big cock to play with you for a bit?" I said.
Scarlett's butt arched back, trying to escape my cock, but she underestimated its length. Her butt was against the stove, and my cock was still poking her waist.
"Trying to run?" I said and yanked her pants down to her thighs, then unzipped my trousers, freeing my cock.
Before Scarlett could resist, I slid my cock between her legs, rubbing it against her pussy.
"Let me go!" Scarlett said while trying to push me away.
"Nope, just a little fun, it'll be over soon." I grabbed her hands and pinned them behind her.
I stepped closer to Scarlett, standing with my legs on either side of hers, her toes touching my heels.
As my cock kept rubbing against her pussy, I felt her legs weren't tight enough. I used my thighs to press her legs together and squeezed her thighs with my hands.
Scarlett trembled all over, afraid of falling, so she quickly placed her hands on my chest to steady herself.
Worried she might hurt her waist on the stove, I reached behind her with one hand to support her, keeping her from hitting the stove. My other hand pressed against her thigh, keeping her legs tightly together.
The way Scarlett's legs squeezed together felt almost like being inside her. My cock got wet from the juices dripping from her pussy, making it slick.
Maybe it was because I loved her so much, and just the thought of my cock rubbing against Scarlett's pussy felt amazing, even better than with Sophia and Grace.
And my cock was long. As it rubbed against her pussy, the glans stuck out, touching the cold tiles she was leaning against, giving me a weird mix of hot and cold sensations.
I bent my knees slightly, rubbing her pussy from bottom to top. When my cock touched her pussy, the glans brushed against her soft butt, feeling smooth and delicate.
"Be gentle...slow down. Your cock is so hot...it feels like it's gonna spark." Scarlett whispered.
I reached behind her butt, and every time my cock pulled away from her pussy, my fingers brushed against her wet entrance, getting my fingers slick.
I touched her nose with my wet fingers and said, "With your pussy this wet, how can it spark?"
Scarlett stared at me wide-eyed, "What nonsense are you talking about? If you keep talking like that, I won't let you rub anymore."
"Well, I can't just stop now or your pussy gonna itch." I kissed Scarlett and said, "Be good, let me rub for a bit, and after I cum, I'll head upstairs to clean up."
Scarlett then relaxed, wrapping her arms around my shoulders and resting her chin on me, enjoying the sensation of my cock rubbing against her pussy.
She didn't moan loudly; instead, soft sounds escaped her throat, her warm breath tickling my ear and making my blood boil. It felt like ants were crawling through my veins.
I was burning up, itching all over.
All I wanted to do now was thrusting my cock into Scarlett's pussy.
Every part of me was screaming to conquer her.
Just as I was about to push inside, my glans barely touched her vagina when Scarlett quickly pushed me back. "No! You can't put it in!"
"Why not? You want this too," I asked, confused.
"Because our relationship doesn't allow it. You're my husband's brother; we can't do this." Scarlett's arm pressed against my shoulder, afraid I'd ignore her and push inside.
"But you let me rub against you. We've come this far; what's the difference if I go all the way?" I said.
"It does make a difference. As long as we don't go all the way, we're not really doing it, and we're not betraying Ryan." Scarlett replied.
It quite made sense. Scarlett and I were both close to Ryan; how could we betray him like this?
"If that's the case, you shouldn't have let me or even gone along with it." I let go of Scarlett, helped her pull up her pants, and put my cock back in my trousers.
It was my fault for pushing things at first, but wasn't it wrong for her to go along with it and even arch her butt?
When Ryan knocked on my door while I was fingering Scarlett, why did she make an excuse to masturbate?
What she should have done was either to eagerly agree to make love with me or to have firmly rejected me and kept her distance.Feeling a bit pissed, I left the kitchen and headed upstairs to pack my stuff.
Since Scarlett wouldn't let me go all the way, I'd find someone else who would.
But as soon as I reached the first step, Scarlett rushed out and grabbed my arm. "It's not like that! David, listen to me."
"What else is there to say? If you don't want to be with me, is there any reason?" I looked at Scarlett coldly, the warmth in my eyes gone.
Scarlett seemed scared by my look, took a couple of steps back, but still held onto my hand.
"Do you like me?" she asked.
"Does it matter?"
"It matters. Do you like me or not?"
I stared at her for a long time, finally saying, "Yes, I do."
Even though Scarlett wouldn't go all the way, I couldn't lie to her.
"I like you too," Scarlett smiled.