Total pages in book: 14
Estimated words: 13530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 68(@200wpm)___ 54(@250wpm)___ 45(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 68(@200wpm)___ 54(@250wpm)___ 45(@300wpm)
“I ask again, what the fuck are you doing here, Sabrina?” he asks, his voice cold.
“Uh… I live here,” I reply after swallowing thickly. I jump when my fork hits the plate with a loud clanging sound. I forgot that I was even holding one.
“Do you two know each other?” Mom asks, looking back and forth between us.
“We met. Last night,” I reply.
“And again this morning,” Conrad says.
“Oh,” James begins. “Oh,” he says again as it dawns on him just what that means. “Penny, come on.” He stands and holds out his hand for his wife.
“What?” They share a look and I am mortified. Completely and totally mortified. “Oh, my God,” she whispers, taking his hand. They leave the room without another sound. As soon as they are out of view, I hear both of them burst into laughter, but that does nothing to ease the tension in this room. He’s staring at me like he wants to eat me up and I want to let him.
“What’s up, bro?” I ask, hoping for a laugh. Instead he storms over to me and shoves the table to the right in order to get at me. When he’s standing in front of me, he pulls me to my feet and kisses me.
I am having a hard time remembering why I left his bed in the first place.
Chapter Five
Conrad
“Don’t call me that, Sabrina,” I say after breaking the kiss. Her kisses give me life and I lean in to kiss her again, but she puts her hands on my chest, keeping me at bay.
“Why not? It’s funny as hell,” she says, giggling.
“No, it’s not at all funny. It’s creepy as fuck. I’m not your fucking brother. If I were, what we did last night was illegal in forty-eight states,” I tell her.
“Wait! It’s legal in two states?” she says, laughing.
“Let’s not get into that. What we should be getting into is why you left. Why did you leave, sugar?” Okay, so I do think it’s funny, and it’s definitely not any of the states you’d think it would be, but it’s not the time for it. I need to know why she left like that. She didn’t leave a note or her number. Maybe I am more invested in her than she is in me. I need her, like fucking oxygen and I don’t care how fucking insane it is. She stops laughing and takes a deep breath.
“My mom was waiting on me, but honestly, I didn’t think this would go past one night. As much as I wanted it to, I never thought...” she begins, but I cut her off.
“Oh sugar,” I say leaning down and whispering into her ear. She shivers at the sound of my voice and I relish in it. “Listen to me. I didn’t take you bare, fill you with seed, and promise you forever for a one-night stand. You’re mine, Sabrina and nothing you say is going to change that.”
“Conrad,” she moans as I kiss the sweet spot I found on her neck.
“Yes, sugar?”
“I’m achy,” she moans, getting on board with us.
“Well, that won’t do, baby. That won’t do at all.”
“I don’t know where my room is,” she whispers, giving off a little giggle.
“I do. I moved your bed and boxes when your mama arrived.”
“Take me there,” she demands and I lift her in my arms. Chest to chest, with her legs around my waist, I walk down the hall with her and deposit her on her bed in her room, kicking the door closed behind us. “This is so rude of us,” she says, kicking her legs into the air. I pull her shoes off of her and toss them away. I pull her jeans off and see she didn’t put her panties back on.
“Who cares?”
“I guess no one. Why are you still dressed?” she asks impatiently. I grin and strip.
“When did you get so bold?” I ask, remembering the shy girl under me last night.
“Sometime between the first time and the fiftieth time you fucked me, Conrad.” Somehow, my already hard cock gets impossibly harder at her words.
“Good girl.” My cock is hard and seeking her hot pussy. With her legs still in the air, I slide into her pussy and use her legs as leverage as I move within her.
“Conrad, please,” she whispers. I know she’s trying to keep quiet, but I want to hear again. Hear her scream my name like she did last night.
“Tell me what you want, Sabrina.”
“I want you to make me come. Fill me again,” she replies.
“You want my babies?”
“Yes. Yes. Give me babies.” She writhes underneath me, moaning her pleasure and all I want to do it take, take, take what she gives freely. Then I want to take some more.
I lose my mind at her words. Ruthlessly, savagely, I fuck her like a caveman would. Grunting, groaning, and moaning fills her room. Her teal weighted blanket is bunched up under her delicate fingers. She meets me thrust for thrust as we seek our mutual release. My balls tighten and her pussy clenches all around me. She cries my name and I fill her pussy again.