Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 15021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 75(@200wpm)___ 60(@250wpm)___ 50(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 75(@200wpm)___ 60(@250wpm)___ 50(@300wpm)
It’s that thought that has me remembering what I saw when I walked past his room, the thing that spurred me to finally take action and do something about the lust and craving I’ve been feeling for Harrison since he moved into my house. I want to reach out and rest my hand in his lap. I want to know if he’s as turned on as I am. Everything is so hot between my thighs. I squeeze them together to try to release some pressure, but it only makes it worse.
“Fuck you’re hot,” he says, pulling back and looking me in the eye. My purple contacts are my protection against him, recognizing me this close. He rubs my nose with the tip of his and kisses me again, this time hooking his arm around my back and pulling me forward. “Get onto my lap.” He’s tugging me now until my legs rest on either side of his, and my skirt is pushed up so high he must be able to see the tops of my holdups and my sheer black panties. He tugs me forward until my pussy presses into his lap, and I can feel his massive dick straining against his pants. It’s like he has one of those nightsticks that doormen carry down his shorts and it presses against my clit in a way that makes me want to buck against him. Oh fuck. His fingers press into the soft flesh of my hips, delicious pain mixed with the pleasure of his frantic kiss. I can’t control my hands that want to grab hold of big firm chunks of him and squeeze. I settle on resting my hands on his chest, and what an amazing chest it is, too. In my mind, I see him standing naked in his room, pecs rounded, and stomach flat and rippled with a six-pack I could practically file my nails on. I don’t want all these clothes between us. I want skin against skin, pressing, sweating, sliding until we forget our names and lose our minds in each other. I want to see him come apart because I’ve made him feel that good. I want to watch him reach the moment of pleasure that feels so unbelievable that he forgets himself and just is.
And I want to store it all up in my mind so I can remember this moment when he’s moved on and found someone else to love, and I have to sit opposite him at thanksgiving and pretend I don’t feel the way I do about him.
When I have to be just his stepsister again.
We kiss, and we kiss, and I run my hands over his chest, willing him to do more, but he seems reluctant, and I don’t understand why. It’s me that slips my hands inside his costume and onto his naked skin. He’s so warm under my fingertips and so firm, and when I stroke across his chest, I find his nipple and graze it with the point of my nail. Harrison jumps at the action but pulls me down against him harder, almost thrusting into my lap. His fingers run up the outside of my thighs until he finds the bare skin and squeezes. He doesn’t stop there, pushing the skirt of my dress up around my waist and guiding his hands to cup the cheeks of my ass, fingering the thin lace running between, stroking down between them and lifting me higher. I’m kneeling up now, raised in front of him, looking down as he stares between my legs with fire in his eyes. I grab onto the back of the couch for stability as he uses his index finger to trace a line down the front of my panties so softly, I almost can’t feel anything, but at the same time, it’s so unbelievably arousing.
“Can I look?” he asks huskily, and I want to tell him he already is, but I don’t want to break the spell with my smart mouth. Instead, I slip my hand down between my legs and pull the material aside, baring myself to his heated gaze.
“Fuck,” he mutters, adjusting his cock before he sucks on his finger to get it good and wet. I think he’s going to go straight for my clit, but I’m wrong. Harrison reaches his wet finger up and slips it into my mouth. “Suck,” he says, watching me move my head forward and take his finger down to the knuckle. I look into his eyes as I pull back, knowing how explicit it must look to see my red lips wrapped around his finger like that.
He parts my pussy lips with one hand and uses his moistened finger to stroke my clit round and round. The pressure he uses is just perfect, and the way he concentrates on the task is driving me insane. I roll my hips against his touch, look up to the ceiling and surrender to the intensity of feeling that being with Harrison this way is giving me.