Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 56257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
“Uh, sure.”
He unwraps his legs and sits up, then nods to the floor. I lie on my back, staring up at him, thinking of all the times I dreamed of this. Each time, I knew it was wrong. Even if I touched myself thinking about him, I regretted it after. Repent, Mom would say.
“If you’re attacking me, I don’t think this would work,” I mutter.
There’s that curve again, but there’s something different in his eyes this time, a glint that seems to imply a lot. He looks like a beast caged for too long, and now he’s finally out. He’s ready to take me. He is hard. He’s bulging. He’s nearly exploding for me. Only for me. What would he say if he knew about the crush?
“You’re right, but it’s better than nothing.” He pauses. “We don’t have to—”
I cut in way too eagerly. “I want to.”
“Good,” he says, that new huskiness in his voice again.
He leans down. “If you wrap your legs around me here, it’s called full guard. That’s because I have to pass your legs—your guard—to get completely on top of you. That’s called mount.”
“Like… this?” I raise my legs, almost shivering in the steaminess, and wrap them around him. A tremor moves through him. He nods, clenching his jaw.
“But you have to lock your feet behind me. Cross one over the other. Then you can control me. Push me away if you want distance between us, or bring me closer if you want to keep me close so I can’t generate power.”
“Like this?”
I buck my hips, and then suddenly, he’s right in front of me. He catches himself with his strong arms, staring down into my eyes. I can feel him now, grinding against my groin. He moans and pushes closer, staring at me as if with a question.
“Rust,” I whisper. “I’m not imagining this, am I?”
“You should be,” Mom screams in my mind. “You dirty girl. What’s wrong with you? Think about your brother!”
“No,” he says, leaning down even more. “It’s real, but we shouldn’t. I should stop us. I’m thirty-one, Mary. I’ve known you your whole damn life. You’re just a—”
“I’m a woman,” I snap, “and I can make my own decisions.”
My own mistakes, more like it. When it happens, I’m not sure who moves first. It’s more like we’re drawn closer by a force we should both ignore. We know this is evil, sinful, and wrong. We know it’s twisted and would ruin Brad if he ever finds out.
Yet before I know it, we’re kissing like I always dreamed. Our mouths are open, the pleasure blocking everything else out. He pushes his crotch against mine. The hardness rubs through our clothes and against my folds, smearing the pleasure across me. I move my body in time with his.
Stop, stop…
He leans back, his lips red from kissing, staring at me almost desperately. He’s shown more emotion today than I’ve seen from him my whole life. He looks like he’s about to tell me we have to stop. He’d be right, but then he says in a deep, throaty, starving voice, “I can feel how wet your perfect pussy is through your clothes.”
That sets me completely alight.
“It’s you,” I whisper.
It’s always been you.
CHAPTER
SEVEN
RUST
I lean down and kiss her again, knowing I’ll never be able to justify any of this. The offer to wrestle with her, the kiss, and now this, but I wasn’t lying. I can feel her soaked slit through her clothes. I’m sure I can scent her, too, her tangy body screaming out for me. Her pussy needs my cock, her tight lips, just her.
“Oh, fuck,” I snarl, feeling so alive, high on this sudden flood of passion. “You make me feel so damn good, Mary. You make me alive.”
“Yeah?” she moans, dragging her fingernails through my hair. “Good, good.”
“I need to feel your naked, wet pussy,” I groan, imagining Brad walking through the door now, staring down at us in disgust.
Then she bites her lips and nods. I can see the nerves in her eyes, the slight panic. She’s so young. She’s probably only done things like this a few times.
Leaning down, I kiss her again and ask, “Do you want me to tell you what to do?”
She laughs gently. “How did you know that?”
“Because you look nervous.”
“Maybe I am.” She kisses me, so damn hot, so cute. “And yeah, maybe I do.”
“Then lie back and relax. I need to see you. I’m so fucking hard for you.”
I move down her body, grab the hem of her pajamas and her underwear in big bundles, my hands shaking, my dick almost hurting with how much I need a release. As I reveal inch after inch of her pussy, I know I can’t stop now. She’s wet all over her lust-filled lips, her pink hole winking at me.