Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 45361 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45361 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
For long moments, I stand at the edge of the bed, gazing down at her attractive, excited face, her breasts—one nipple gorgeously red from my attention—her legs, and most of all, I fall to my knees as if praying before her pussy. There’s not much light in the room, but there’s enough glowing through the curtains for me to see her glistening pink hole. Her lips are full and perfect. Her clit looks ready for more attention. Grabbing her thighs, I kiss her inner thigh. Her clit and her honey pot deserve attention.
When I reach her pussy, I return my finger to her hole, circling it while I lick her clit. A jolt of ecstasy pulses through her, her legs twitching, and I lick her again, rewarded each time with a pulsation that tells me she’s getting closer. She gasps when I slide my finger into her sopping slit. Looking up, I smirk as she grabs the pillow, getting ready to bury her face in it. She stares down at me, smiling shakily, caught up in the euphoria despite everything.
Her hole is so tight, causing my already-stiff manhood to get even harder, my base aching as I imagine how she’d feel wrapped around my shaft, her walls holding me. I slip my finger deeper, moving it in possessive circles, feasting on her clit at the same time. I suck her clit into my mouth and push my tongue against it, flickering it from side to side. She smooths her hand through my hair as my tongue gets quicker. All the guilt recedes as I lose myself in the pleasure of her body, draining away in the immediacy of her satisfaction.
She whimpers softly when her hole pulses around my finger, her walls getting tighter. I’m sure I feel her clit throbbing, too, as if getting ready for her release. At the end, her hand darts out, dragging the pillow closer. She collapses back on the bed, pushing it against her face.
My tip is burning with precome when I hear her give herself over to the pleasure, her confidence expanding, her lust somehow more captivating. Her hips buck as I fuck her with my finger, sliding it in and out while licking her clit like my life depends on it. Her pussy gifts me with wave upon wave of warm wetness, and then she lets her hand drop from the pillow.
As soon as I lean away, she sits up, her chest heaving, causing her breasts to rise and fall hypnotically. She stares at the door as if Noah or Elena will barge in here any second, but I don’t care. The hunger in me is too intense. I stand, reaching down for my shorts.
“What are you doing?” she whispers.
“I need you,” I growl. “I need that sweet, perfect hole.”
I don’t give a damn if she’s my step-niece. I don’t care what the rest of the world would say. She’s mine, and nobody will ever convince me otherwise. Biting her lip, she nods.
I tear my shorts down, revealing my cock. It springs free, the tip glistening with precome just as her sweet slit glistens with her release.
“Like this?” she says, lying back and spreading her legs.
I nod, unable to speak, and then climb onto the bed. We both wince when the mattress creaks, and I know we should stop. The mattress will do a lot more than creak when I start hammering her hole.
She squeezes my shoulders, staring up at me as I reach down, grabbing my cock and guiding it to her pussy. I push my tip against her entrance, feeling her lips open for me, but not enough. With a groan, I push a little harder, but then she makes a pained, gasping sound, and I stop right away.
“Are you okay?” I whisper.
“I’m fine. Don’t stop.”
I try again, pushing, but she makes the same noise.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” I growl.
I never want to hurt her. Or let anybody cause her pain.
“Then get off,” she snaps, her voice suddenly taut. “What are we doing? What the hell are we doing?”
I stand, fighting every urge in my body, every carnal call commanding me to claim her. My seed is pissed at me, my balls aching, desperate for a release.
“You have to go,” she whispers.
“So, we’re back to the hot-and-cold routine, are we?”
“Don’t make this harder than it has to be.”
I smirk, gesturing at my cock. “That’s funny. I was about to say the same thing.”
She laughs softly, a moment of brightness in the tension, but then she scowls and gestures at the door.
“Please. Before they hear.”
The end of my dick tingles with her wetness, but we can’t call that sex. I didn’t get to feel her hole gripping me. Just the resistance, as if her body knows this is wrong.
“Layla…”
We both freeze when a door opens in the hallway, footsteps walking to the bathroom next to Layla’s bedroom. She stares at me with fear touching every one of her perfect features. I clench my fists as the guilt returns, my manhood waning, and the lust seeps out of me as I wonder if it’s my brother or sister-in-law in there.