Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16919 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 85(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16919 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 85(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
This is insane.
One stepbrother is going to watch the other have sex with me.
They’ve put me up in this hotel room that has to cost thousands of dollars per night…and they’re behaving as if I’m their all-time favorite plaything.
No, that’s not right. I’m not just a plaything to them, it seems.
They’re protective over me. I mean something to them.
I think that’s why when Jacob kisses his way up my spine, a sort of languidness sweeps through me and the final remnants of my self-consciousness ebb. How can I be anything but confident when Bridger is openly ogling me, the outline of his shaft visible in the V of his zipper? When Jacob is huge and thick behind his fly and he’s grinding it against my bottom, strangled sounds breaking from his throat?
“I can’t wait to take her like this,” Jacob grunts. “She’s got such a hot, little ass.”
“I’m anxious to watch that myself,” Bridger drawls, his hips shifting in the chair. “But the first time, she’ll get it on her back. It’ll be the easiest for her.” He lets out a choppy breath. “Now turn our stepsister over and get started.”
I’m flipped onto my back and oh Jesus. Jesus, Jacob is towering over me and he’s a work of art. Ink of every color decorates his angry biceps, his smooth pecs, the hard dips and elevations of his abdomen. His face is that of a criminal, but his eyes were stolen from an angel. I grow embarrassingly wet just looking at him—and he knows it, his sensual lips curling in a smirk. “Hey, sis.”
“Eat that beautiful pussy,” Bridger rasps among the sound of rustling fabric. “Use your tongue on her until she’s ready to trade her soul for a cock.”
Expression tightening with lust, Jacob drags me to the edge of the bed and kneels, maintaining eye contact as he kisses down my inner thigh, huffs a hot breath over my sex to create a layer of condensation and slowly, slowly drags his tongue upward through my folds. When he reaches my clitoris, he stops licking, merely flexing his tongue there, rolling it like a wave, sending a hot flurry of pulsations through my lower body. And I sob his name, clutching at the bedspread.
“Christ, she loves that,” Bridger says roughly. “More.”
Jacob twists his tongue right and left over that tingling bud, his eyes flashing wickedly at my resulting whimpers. He licks my sex like he’s angry with it, the fingertips of his right hand creeping slowly along my inner thighs until they reach my flesh, his thumb teasing my entrance with terrible, wonderful nudges, and I never had any idea that ring of nerves was so sensitive. It seems to grow more so with every revolution of his thumb, his tongue flicking my nub, sucking it gently, and then his middle finger tucks inside me, pushing deep, stretching, making my hips rear up off the bed.
“How tight is she?” Bridger demands to know.
Jacob appears almost stunned as he draws his tongue back into his mouth. “Jesus. Too tight. She’s going to scream the fucking walls down.”
“Then find a way to keep her quiet.”
The younger brother nods, something savage moving in his expression. Savage and hungry. He comes to his feet slowly and unzips his pants, shoving them down his hips. And when I see the utter magnitude of his manhood for the first time, I try to crawl backwards, away from the brutal, veiny length of it, but Jacob catches me by my right ankle and drags me back, quickly pinning me to the mattress with his weight. “Please.” His voice is threadbare, his hands pinning my wrists above my head. “I want you so bad.”
It’s the first time I’ve seen the slightest hint of vulnerability in Jacob and it ceases my struggles. Have women recoiled from his size before? He didn’t seem surprised when I tried to get away, only frustrated. Is it odd that I find myself protective of his feelings?
One by one, I relax my muscles…and then I pull his mouth down to mine for a kiss, shocking him. He’s so shocked, it takes him a beat to kiss me back. But when he does, he demolishes me. His mouth is everywhere, seemingly all at once. Open, raking over my nipples, licking up my throat, diving into my neck and delving his tongue between my lips. I’m extremely aware of that huge, heavy part of him between my thighs, pressed tight to my entrance, as if waiting for an invitation. And I find I’m not scared of him putting it inside me anymore. No, I’m too flushed and wet, my core aching for something it’s never had.
“She’s ready,” Bridger growls from the corner of the room. “Fuck her.”
“Yes,” Jacob rasps. Eyes glazed, he reaches down between our bodies, wincing as he pushes the first, wide inch inside of me, the shift of my damp folds making a sound in the room. “God, she’s wet,” he pants, that tattooed chest heaving. “I might even get halfway in.”