Trey
I can't believe she's here. The woman I've been obsessively thinking about for the past three days is my sister's best friend, and she's right here in front of me!
Kiara.

She has me wrapped around her little finger, she just doesn't know it yet. After our confrontation in the kitchen, I know she feels something for me, even if it's just lust. That's a start. With time, I'll make her see that there's a explosive connection we can't just ignore.
Throughout the day, those pretty brown eyes flicker my way, but as soon as our gazes lock, her face flushes and she looks away.
I really want to say fuck Candy and just talk to her, but I know my sister. Even though Kiara hooked up with me by chance, she'll find a way to blame one or both of us. Plus, the thrill of keeping this secret between us sends a hot rush of desire through me.
I can't seem to focus on anything other than her until Mama and Candy start arguing. Kiara rushes out of the room and I watch helplessly as she disappears.
The first night with my family, and there's a huge fight. Did I really expect anything different?
I feel more angry with myself than I am at my mom, though. I should've just paid the bills directly instead of giving her the money. I just didn't think she was this irresponsible, and Candy paid the price for it.

No wonder she hates me.
Mama grabs her keys from the hook. Candy stormed out a few minutes ago, but I'm sure she's just in the driveway waiting for one of us to chase after her. As she opens the door, Mama turns to me, "please check on Kiara. After the shit goin' on with her own family, we're probably the reason she's feeling under the weather. We'll be back soon, I gotta fix this."
So...her family is a shitshow? Something else we have in common.
After watching them drive away, I rush upstairs to find Kiara. I press my ear against the bathroom door, but it's as quiet as a mouse.

I rasp on the door. "You okay in there, Cupcake?"
She throws open the door, shooting me a glare. "Don't call me that here!" she hisses.
I chuckle darkly, crossing my arms and leaning against the wall. "Why? There's no one here but us."
Her eyes widen and she tries to push past me, but I press her against the wall with my hand firmly around her throat. She won't escape me that easily. I run my nose along her neck, inhaling her sweet, intoxicating scent. She turns her head away from me, but I swear, I can hear her heart pounding in her chest.
"Where did Maggie and Candy go?" she grits out, still avoiding my gaze.
"To chat. My mom wanted me to make sure you were taken care of. So I'm here to do just that."
She shivers at the sexual suggestion in my voice.
I press myself against her just so she can feel how hard she has made me. "Get away from me!" she snaps, her voice filled with uncertainty.
I tangle my fingers in her hair, yanking her head back firmly, so I can see into her eyes. They swirl with lust and anticipation. "What's wrong, Cupcake? Ya weren't scared when I was rubbing your pussy in the kitchen. Why are we playing cat and mouse now?"
She scoffs. "I'm not playing anything. You just have the wrong idea. I don't want anything to do with you."
That would have stung if she weren't lying her ass off.
"Don't lie to me, I know you want me." I flick my tongue behind her earlobe and she shudders again.
"We can't do this," she says in a hushed tone, "they'll be back any minute."
Interesting. She's only resisting me because she doesn't want to get caught, not that she doesn't want me just as badly as I want her.
"I'll tell you what...if you're not wet, I'll stop," I whisper huskily in her ear.
She tries to keep her expression neutral as I slip my hand into her panties, gently dragging my finger up between her pussy lips. Not only is she wet, she's fucking drenched. I pinch her swollen clit between my fingers and she moans.
I smirk up at her. "That's what I thought."
I grab her hand and lead her into my old room, the one Mama never redecorated even after I left. I make sure to leave the door open so we can hear if anyone comes back home.
I reach underneath her dress, searching for the hem of her thong. I drag them down her sexy legs, dropping to my knees after she steps out of them.
It's been three days, and I want to taste her again. I need to.
I grip her hips as I bury my face between her thick thighs. First planting a kiss on the top of her bald pussy, like saying a prayer before a meal, I flick my tongue against her clit. Her desperate, needy moan is music to my ears.
I've never had a woman that tastes so sweet, so fucking addictive. I could eat her for breakfast, lunch, and dinner!
I begin to lap up her juices. By the way she grips my hair, I can only assume I'm doing a good job. Actually, I'm positive about it. I know exactly what she needs, and her body reacts accordingly.
"Oh Trey," she whimpers.
My eyes snap up to her beautiful face. This is the first time she has said my name, and it sounds so fucking sexy coming from those full, plump lips of hers. Her eyes are closed, and her head is thrown back as she revels in every second of the pleasure I bring her.
I'll memorize her face like this.
Because I'll make sure this is what she looks like every time I worship her body.
I start to trace my name with my tongue, over and over again. After I'm done with her, she'll forget the name of every man she's ever been with before me.
Her moans get louder and more frequent. I can tell she's close.
"Look at me," I demand. She obeys, looking down at me with hooded eyes.
That's it, baby.
This time I'll watch as she comes undone for me.
I slide two fingers inside of her, feeling her walls tighten around me. I watch her intently as I pump in and out of her, angling them to hit her g-spot.
Those brown orbs roll back as I quicken the pace of both my tongue and fingers. Arching her back, her thighs lock around my head in a death grip and she tugs harder on my hair.
"Oh fuck, Trey!" she cries out. Her entire body tremors as I push her off the edge of ecstasy. I suck on her pussy lips until every drop of her sweet juices are on my tongue.
I don't give her much time to recover before shredding off my clothes and pushing her on the bed. My dick slides right inside her, like he's been here a million times. Like he's home.
I rock my hips, slow and rhythmic, thrusting into her soaking, tight pussy. Being on top like this is an intense sensation I've never felt before. This must be what heaven feels like, or at least the closest thing to it.
"Trey," she moans.
I swear, she must know these little breathy moans make me lose my fucking mind.
"That's it Cupcake, call out for me. I own this fucking pussy," I growl.
I firmly grip her throat while her hungry eyes remain locked on me. More juices gush from her, the sound of me pushing in and out of her sloppy pussy filling the room.
"Naughty girl. You like it rough, huh?" I smirk.
She nods. "Squeeze harder."
It's like she was made for me, and I'll be taking what the universe has given me.
I press harder on the side veins of her neck and her eyes roll back in her head. I grunt as the last thread of my control snaps, and my hips snap violently against her.
"Fuck, Trey! Ooooh fuck! Yes! Yes! Yes!"
God, I'm not going to last much longer.
I pull out, slapping her ass as I flip her around and plunge back into her depths. My hand snakes around to grab her throat again and I pull her up against my chest. I lick and suck her neck, not caring if I leave a mark. "That's my good fucking girl. Come on my cock."
She screams as she shatters around me, her walls suffocating my dick.
"Fuck!" I snarl, feeling my balls draw up as streams of my seed fill her. Without even having to instruct her, she milks me.
I've never fucked anyone raw before, but I don't regret it, even for a second. The thought of my cum dripping from her pussy for the rest of the night sounds so fucking hot.
As we collapse on the bed, I hear the front door open. "Kiara, where are you? Are you feeling better?" Candy calls from downstairs.
Thank fuck we finished before they came back. I don't know if I would've been able to stop until we did.
Panic fills her eyes, but I place a finger on her lips. "My sister is calling you, Cupcake. Better get back down there," I murmur.
I grab her panties off the floor and start sliding them up her ankles. "W-What? I can't go out there like this!" she stammers, trying to sit up.
I shrug. "Okay, but it's going to seem suspicious to keep her waiting. I mean, unless you want to tell her we're fucking."
"You mean we fucked. This," she points between us," won't ever happen again."
A smile tugs at my lips. "Whatever you have to tell yourself to feel better."
She shoots me a death glare. "Ugh, you're such an arrogant ass."
I chuckle at the insult. The way she looks at me has my dick twitching again.
Down boy.
Don't worry, this is far from the last time we're doing this.
"I told you, you're mine, Kiara." I cup her pussy through her soaked panties before throwing her a pair of my boxer briefs from my drawer. "You're going to be leaking my cum for a while so wear these so it doesn't get everywhere."
She rolls her eyes, huffs, and like a good girl, pulls them on. They're a little big, but they will do for now. She looks hot wearing my underwear, I want to immediately pull them off and fuck her again, but unfortunately, we've run out of time today. I'll have to find a way to convince her to come back to my place again. The next time she's there, I won't be stupid again and waste my opportunity to wring every orgasm I can from her perfect body.