Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 53605 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 268(@200wpm)___ 214(@250wpm)___ 179(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53605 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 268(@200wpm)___ 214(@250wpm)___ 179(@300wpm)
How is this me? Here, with my stepbrother and barely a day after we’ve met, me whining and whimpering, half naked with his cock pressed to my awakened lady bits, talking to me like a filthy old man.
“You like that, don’t you? Holding it right there, one little push and I’m inside you, sister. Your brother’s dick is pushing inside, you feel that? A little more, feels so fucking good.”
Ruthless pleasure coils around me, cutting into me as my muscles contract and convulse. Pleasure whips through me like hurricane winds, round and round and round with prickles of pain and heat and sightless pleasure.
I squirm and jerk as James lets out a low growl in my ear, my body against him, his arm locking me into the moment as his body hardens, teeth raking on my neck as a gush of wetness meets with my peak. Hot stickiness mixes with our ragged breathing as I collapse against his torso, his cock held at my opening, not inside, but not outside, as liquid drenches my thighs and moans and growls roll between us.
“I am sorry,” I manage as my heart is still beating out a drum solo and the world has this lusty haze around it. “I don’t know what this is.”
“It’s a dream come fucking true, baby.” His hand is down between us, his cock slipping from my opening as he pushes the tips of his fingers inside me, once, twice, three times, as I try to piece together what’s just happened.
“My body has gone crazy. That’s not supposed to happen, is it?” I jam the heels of my hands into my eye sockets, pushing back from his shoulder, the sprouting tears teasing at my lower lids.
“Hey, hey.” James rubs at my opening, a single finger held inside as his other hand tugs mine down, threading our fingers together and taking my mouth in a slow kiss as the soaking spray that came from my body starts to cool on my legs. “Your body has gone crazy in the best possible fucking way. I hit the jackpot. Only problem…” He cocks an eyebrow. “Daddy’s going to want you to do that every time. And especially when I get my mouth on you. I want to drink down every drop of your little downtown girly fountain.”
He makes a soft slurping sound, licking his lips on a cockeyed chuckle.
“This day just keeps getting weirder,” I say. A shiver passes through me, shimmying my shoulders and making me hiss a stuttering breath.
“Let’s get you inside. A nice shower—”
“No. Sorry, I just, I’m exhausted. Down to my bones. This morning was horrible, then my car, then we came here, then, then, then…this.” I wave my hand at the liquid mess between us. “It’s too much. I need to go inside, maybe I’ll get in a bath. Alone.” When I see the hurt flash in his eyes, I quickly add, “Sorry, it’s not you, I just need a minute. A hundred minutes to let this all…percolate.”
“Okay, baby, a bath it is, but I’ll come to check on you. I have some post game follow up work to do, anyway. Then—” His eyes fall as he clears his throat, wrapping his fingers into the hair on the sides of my head, palms over my ears as his thumbs brush up and down my cheeks. “I’m flying out in the morning. For three weeks on the road.”
My heart sinks. I just met him and already I can’t imagine him away for so long. I put on a brave face and nod. “It’s okay, I’ve got a lot of inner work to do. I need to figure out a job, and eventually a place to live.”
“You don’t need to do either of those right now.” His lips connect with my forehead, then he eases me off his lap, tucking his still hard cock into his wet jeans, fighting with the zipper until he manages to get it halfway up, then waves his hand in a ‘fuck it’ motion. “You need to get comfortable here. Sing, write me some songs, play with your cat, go shopping, do everything you want to do. For three weeks, that’s all I’ll allow. You hear me?”
My butt squeaks on the leather seat as I twist and stutter-slide toward the door, reaching into the footwell to gather my bag and my discarded pants and boots. “You are telling me what I can do now? That’s going to be a problem. I don’t need babysitting.”
He smiles, twisting his lips in a nod. “I hear you, baby sister. But, big brother Daddy knows best. And, yeah, I’m telling you what to do because it’s what’s best for you. Sit there for a sec, I’m coming around.”
Soaking and naked below the waist, I’m carried wedding night style into the house, and up the stairs to the guest room where the few bags of my stuff and Taylor are waiting.