Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26630 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26630 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
“P-please,” I say, mindless as he rubs the heel of his hand over me, making another rush of wetness ruin my panties. Even through the layers of clothes, his touch feels so good.
“I need you to lie here like a good girl and let me make you feel good. Can you do that for me?”
Oh God. Is this real? I think I might have died and gone to some sort of sexy heaven.
I whimper out something that sounds vaguely like a yes, and Trey’s eyes sparkle as he grins at me. My face flames when he hooks his hand in the waistband of my pants and yanks them down, leaving me bare. Nobody’s ever seen me like this before, and I can’t help the self-consciousness I feel. I’m so wet for him. I can feel the evidence on my thighs as the cool air hits me, and I squeeze my eyes shut in embarrassment.
Trey’s hand cups my face, and my eyes snap open to find his eyes narrowed on me. “Don’t hide from me, Talia,” he growls. “You are fucking gorgeous. Do you hear me, sweet girl? So damn pretty, all wet and needy for me. You will not be ashamed of this, do you understand me?”
There’s so much heat in his gaze that I can’t help but nod. I feel safe as his words wash over me like there really is no reason to be embarrassed after all. I’m his, like he said, and all I have to do is let him look after me. I can do that. I want that.
I let my body relax back onto the sofa and love the way approval lights up Trey’s face.
“So good for me,” Trey murmurs. He shifts down the sofa, warm hands cupping my thighs and parting them so he can kneel between them. “Do you like your stepbrother telling you what to do, Talia?”
That really shouldn’t be so hot, should it? But … dammit, it is.
“Yes,” I admit, swallowing thickly. I’ve never been this turned on in my life.
Trey groans, and when I glance down, I can see the evidence of how hot he’s finding this too, pressing against his jeans. Long and thick. Will he show me how to make him feel good too?
Before I can work up the courage to ask him that, though, my breath is stolen from my lungs by Trey’s touch. My back arches off the cushions. Trey’s fingers slip through my center, sensitive skin parting under his touch, need pulsing through me. He dips one finger into me, my body so ready for him that he meets no resistance despite my inexperience with this.
“Jesus, you’re perfect,” Trey mutters, more to himself than me. I squirm as his touch moves and acute pleasure shoots through me. “Ah-ah, sweet girl. Hold still for me.”
“C-can’t,” I rasp when the pad of his finger circles that spot again.
“Yes, you can. Try for me, sweet girl. That’s it.”
My mind is deliciously fuzzy, and all I can focus on is Trey’s voice and his touch. I want to obey him, to do as he says, to make him proud of me. I bite my lip as I try to hold still, and he rewards me immediately by increasing his speed, making fireworks burst inside me.
Then his touch is gone, hand slipping down to press two fingers inside me again. I make a strangled noise, trying desperately to stop my hips from bucking like they want to.
Trey clicks his tongue off his teeth. “Do you need more, sweet girl?”
“Yes,” I answer immediately. There’s a hot, tight coil of pleasure low in my stomach, an insistent need for more that I’m helpless but to try to fill. I feel like I’m on the precipice of something, and damn if I don’t want to let him push me right off the edge.
“Ask nicely, Talia,” Trey insists, voice all growly and demanding. “Where are your manners?”
My face heats again, but his admonishment only makes my blood run hotter. “Please,” I ask. “Please give me more.”
“Since you asked so nicely…” Trey ducks down, his breath hitting my wetness, and his mouth hovers over where his fingers are still pressed inside me.
His tongue swipes across me, flicking up to that sensitive bundle of nerves he teased with his fingers earlier, and I cry out. That tight coil of need burns hotter, and I forget how to breathe.
“Ssh, sweet girl,” Trey murmurs from between my legs. I’m whining like a needy creature, unable to think enough to form real words. “So needy. Let me kiss it better.”
His tongue strokes and circles and flicks, his fingers curling and pressing inside me, and I’m overcome with desperate desire. I need…something. I feel close.
“Trey, I-I’m gonna…”
“Don’t fight it, baby,” he whispers. “Give me your pleasure.”
The second his mouth is back on me, I free-fall over the cliff. Bright stars dance in my vision, utter bliss coursing through me. I think I scream his name, but my ears are buzzing as my body gives him exactly what he wants.