Sugar Babies: Part Four

They met on the stairs of his apartment building. Rebel climbed slowly, shaky in heels she barely knew how to wear. Jade kept one hand at her sister’s back, whispering that sugar babies travel private jets and fuck whoever they please. Rebel listened with her mouth slightly open. Xander pulled up in the low-slung car, leather jacket open, already hard by the time the elevator reached the top. The door shut behind them and the charm turned cold. “Strip,” he said. Rebel’s fingers trembled at her hem. Jade lifted the dress for her, letting it slide off thin shoulders and onto marble. He yanked Rebel’s panties down, fabric snapping, and pressed her against the glass table. Two fingers drove straight in. She hissed, half pain, half surprise, but her hips still twitched toward him. He dropped to his knees and licked her, rough tongue flattening her clit until she moaned. Then he stood, pulled Jade’s tit free, and fed it to Rebel’s open mouth. Jade smiled, pleased. Xander turned Rebel around, bent her forward, and shoved his cock between her folds without warning. Rebel cried out, nails scraping the table. He kept going, deep and hard, not waiting for her to adjust. Jade crouched beside her sister, stroking damp hair. “You’re safe,” she murmured. Rebel’s tears fell anyway, but her body began to push back. He lifted her, spun her to face him, and pushed her knees wide. She looked small against his body, virgin cunt stretched tight around every thick inch. Each thrust knocked another broken sound from her throat. Jade stayed close, licking where they joined, offering her mouth when he pulled out slick. He fed his cock to her, then back to Rebel. Rebel whimpered, still hurting, but the rhythm inside her had changed—now she clenched, now she tried to take more. Jade kissed her temple. “That’s it,” she said. “Just like that.”