Total pages in book: 14
Estimated words: 12536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 63(@200wpm)___ 50(@250wpm)___ 42(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 12536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 63(@200wpm)___ 50(@250wpm)___ 42(@300wpm)
I remember when I first had sex. I was so worried about what I looked like down there and how I smelled and tasted. Every time my boyfriend put his face between my legs, I’d spend the time worrying about what it was like for him and not even thinking about what it was like for me.
It’s never been like that with Harrison.
He pats my bottom gently, nudging me forward until I’ve got my knees on either side of his head and my pussy above his mouth. He grips the fleshy part of me where my hips meet my thighs and inhales deeply. “Fuck yeah,” he says. “Pull your knickers to one side.”
I do as he asks, and then he urges me to sink down onto his mouth. His tongue finds my clit and flicks it until I’m rising up, but he tugs me back down possessively. It’s sweet torture the way he devours me, and even though I’m on top, he still controls it all.
I know he can make me come like this. He’s done it many times before. My knees start to tremble now that I’m getting so close, but I don’t want it this way. I want to be looking into his eyes and kissing his lips. I want his arms around me, his strength and presence there for me to appreciate. His hands are strong, but when I take hold of them, he releases his grip immediately. It’s awkward, but I climb off him, moving down his body until I’m sitting in his lap again. “I want to come with you inside me,” I tell him and his eyes sparkle as he gives me his sexy one-sided grin.
“You missed my cock, baby?”
I wave my hands over his body. “I missed all of this…this goodness.”
Harrison grins. “There’s a bit more goodness here than there used to be.” He pats his stomach which is still ridiculously toned but maybe a little less ripped than it used to be, but I won’t indulge him by telling him how amazing he looks. I’m going to show him just how much I need him.
His cock is like a nightstick in his shorts, and I take it out and stroke it up and down, watching as his eyelids go heavy. I rise over him and gently probe my labia with the head of him, coating it in my arousal. The heat of it on my clit takes me closer, but it’s when I notch him at my entrance and push down that I almost explode.
I don’t think I’ll ever tire of how this feels. I know I could never love another man the way I love Harrison. We came together in an unusual way. Step Siblings to lovers isn’t exactly traditional.
“Baby,” he says, running his hands over my breasts, my stomach, my thighs. He urges my hips down so I can slide over every slick inch he has to give me, and it’s a lot of inches. When I’m finally down as low as I can be, and he’s lodged deep inside me, the ache is a familiar pleasure and pain. He stares between us, and the familiar glaze to his eyes is evident when he witnesses our joining. It’s like he can’t believe my little body could take him so well.
“Now I’m home,” he breathes, and his words bring tears to my eyes.
“You feel so good,” I tell him. “So big and hard.” He loves it when I talk a little dirty, so much that it makes him swell even more inside me.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” I say. “Big, and hard, and ohhhh.” I tip my head back, squeezing my eyes shut as his thumb grazes a familiar path over my clit. He’s licked it so it’s slick but still rough in the way that sends me to the edge of brilliant oblivion so quickly.
“That’s it, princess. Work those hips. Give it to me.”
And I do. I do. I roll my hips, using everything I have to search for what I’ve been missing so badly, and when I come, it’s like an exorcism. I flop forward onto Harrison’s chest, and he wraps me up in his big arms while I shake and shudder against him, my insides gripping his cock so hard he might never be able to withdraw.
He lets me have my moment, and it’s only when my body has stilled that he rolls over me. Bracketed by his powerful arms, I feel so protected. He drops his head, using his nose to brush the tip of mine, smiling softly as our eyes meet. “You needed that,” he whispers.
“I saved it all for you,” I tell him.
“You didn’t go solo?”
The surprise in his voice makes me smile. “It’s not as fun.” I pout my bottom lip and he nips it with his teeth.
“No wonder you came like a tidal wave.”