Harmon - or die trying

Harmon - or die trying
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

"Fucking. Coming. You. Dick. Can't. Speak," she spat at me, taking in deep gulps of air after every word.

"Should have thought of that before seducing me. Told you daddy doesn't fuck around about having your pussy. Fucking good pussy. Damn it, great fucking cunt. Yes. Yes. YES," I rasped out, muffling the words by speaking into her shoulder.

"Olivia please. Say something. Let's just, let's try again. Let's talk okay? Can I come in?" Will pleaded with a sigh while his sister's body unraveled beneath my unrelenting dick.

Her pussy milked my dick aggressively. She felt too good for me to stop myself from filling her up with cum.

"Shit Olive, daddy needs to—" I groaned.

"Don't you fucking dare," she screamed at me. "Please don't," she quavered.

"You know that just sealed our fate, right? So fucking sexy," I said, bottoming out inside her one last time before my dick started flooding her insides.

My orgasm intensified the one she was already having. Her quaking body was so out of control I knew she'd let loose any second now. So I took my hand off her throat and covered her mouth.

"Ssssshhhh. Be. Good. For. Daddy. Just. A. Little. Longer," I rasped out through heightened orgasmic bliss and the merciless tug of her cunt on my dick.

Terrified. Awestruck. Completely at the mercy of pussy. Her pussy.

How the fuck did I send her home without me?

"Alright. I'll give you a minute. Get you guys some clothes. But we are leaving, Olive. We have to. It's not safe here for you, kiddo. I'll double back to come and help Harmon. I will come back for our brother, Olive. I promise," said Will, as Olivia and I slid down the wall helplessly in a heap of sweat, cum and entangled limbs.

Too breathless for words, I just held her close once we hit the floor. Would touching her ever feel like it wasn't going to kill me?

"That was so fucked up," she whispered under her breath, in a similar state.

Moments later we were laughing anyway.

"Agreed. This brother/sister shit needs to stop. So hot though," I said, no longer as enamored with calling her my sister as I once was.

"Okay, daddy," she said, giving me a look of incredulity as she mocked me for our kink.

"Touché," I said, opting for a grin instead of the laughter that set my lungs on fire.

She joined in while I kissed her temple and wrapped my arms around her waist.

"Harmon," she began.

"Chance," I corrected her, stalling for time, thinking of the words to say to make her agree to go home.

"Right. Chance. If I go home—"

"It won't change anything. I'm still yours. I always will be, Olivia," I said, fingering the pendant around her neck. "Even if—"

She turned and laid her lips onto mine over her shoulder. Our eyes met when she withdrew. She stared up at me like I was the answer to everything. I stared right back, just as lost in her.

"No even ifs. This makes me your girlfriend," she said, taking the pendant between her fingers. "Harmon Chancellor is a man of his word. Are you, Chance?"

Final amendment. Stay forever. The pendant I had no business giving her as her fucking second brother. They were promises of sorts, I suppose. All I love yous in their own way.

I still couldn't say the words. No girlfriend status either. I had to believe not making us official would ease the heartbreak, even if just a little, if I didn't make it back to her.

"They're the same man. I will come home to you, Olivia. Or die trying," I vowed solemnly.

"In writing please," she said, rising from the ground with a groan and stumbling away from me.

"About fucking time you struggled to walk, daddy's perfect whore," I said, eying her naked body as I moved to rise too.

Was my dick in pain? A little. Would she see it? Fuck no.

"No more sex. Words, Chance. I want words on paper," she said, taking my hand into hers once I was on my feet and leading me back to the bedroom.

"You may want to reconsider our destination if you want my brain to work. All I can think about is how smoking hot you look naked. How I haven't fucked your ass since our first night together. How—" I mouthed off, staring at said ass as I allowed her to lead me along.

"Shut up," she sassed me, hobbling along across the suite.

"You won't die if you ask me to help you, you know," I said, picking her up in my arms, unable to watch her grimace in pain anymore. "This is my doing after all. I'm happy to take care of you, Olivia. I always have been."

She looked at me like I was the answer to everything one more time. Then beamed at me as she wrapped her arms around my neck.

"Honestly, after the shit you just pulled, I don't trust your idea of taking care of me anymore," she said, but her eyes were sparkling with joy.

"We really have gone too far now, haven't we? What was on your list? Hugs. Long talks deep into the night. Slow, make out sessions. Endless hours messing around. Huh. Haven't done much of that, have we? No time like the present," I said, laying her down gently onto the bed before claiming the spot next to her.

I pulled back the covers so I could help her get under them.

"We don't have time for this. Billy will be back—" she said reluctantly, moaning her enjoyment of my touch as I got under the covers and spooned her.

"Grab that notepad and pen on the bedside table," I said, squeezing her as I dismissed her concerns.