Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 53605 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 268(@200wpm)___ 214(@250wpm)___ 179(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53605 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 268(@200wpm)___ 214(@250wpm)___ 179(@300wpm)
She twists her lips in a disgusted grimace, shoving the coconut water away. “Coconut water tastes like dirty socks. Does the peach tea have caffeine?”
I twist the bottle so I can read the label, then shake my head. “Nope. Zero caffeine.” I sidestep toward the sink to open the Diet Coke, getting a jet of the spray on my cheek before releasing the pressure and turning it upside down in the drain.
“Okay, I’ll take the peach tea.”
I screw off the cap with a pop and she takes it from my hand, her little fingers brushing mine, sending a new jolt of energy up my arm and down into my dick.
She guzzles it down, walking around the counter as I close up the refrigerator and come around to where she’s leaning against the island countertop to grab her waist.
Her eyes go wide. “Wait, what—”
Too late. I’ve got her up and sitting on the counter, shoving my mid-section between her knees. She rolls her eyes and guzzles down the rest of the bottle of tea on a satisfied sigh, setting the bottle down and sweeping the arm of my jersey across her lips.
“Good stuff?” I ask and she nods.
Lust twinkles in her eyes as I sweep my hands up the outside of her soft thighs. Her chest fills with a long breath.
God, this girl is fucking perfect. I want to give her the fucking world.
“I like you in my jerseys, but you know what I need to see right now?”
“What?”
“I want you leaning back on that counter. We’re gonna put your little feet here on the edge, get your knees wide so I can see all that wet, juicy goodness you’ve got for me.”
I ease the jersey up her thighs, knowing I put her to bed with no panties, then reach for a knife from the block on the counter, her eyes snapping wide.
“What’s that for?”
“You’re going to have to trust Daddy. Even when things seem scary.”
I fist the front of the Jersey as her breath shakes and nod toward her legs. “Put your heels on the counter, I want those thighs wide for me.”
“But—”
“Do it.” I twist the knife in the light, watching a flash of silver glint in her blue eyes. “You’re going to spread your legs for me one way or the other, baby. I’d love it if you’d do it when I ask instead of making me force you. But I like a little force now and then too, so it’s your call this time.”
Her quivering thighs and the whimpering moan tell me she’s a little scared, sure, but also fucking turned on and I’m about to jizz in my pants. My balls are like two hockey pucks needing to unload inside her juicy cunt.
“There you go.” I praise her. “You are really such a good girl. I love how you do as you are told. Makes me love you more.”
I use the ‘L’ word like it’s nothing. Like I’ve said it a thousand times before.
But, I haven’t. Not in this context. I’ve never come close, but this little ripe peach of a stepsister has me throwing all the rules out the window.
“You got to feel the tip of my dick on that sweet cherry in the truck, but now I’m going to get a good taste of your untouched pussy. Then, you’re going to lay back and take the other eight inches you missed out on earlier, along with a full, hot load of your brother’s come.”
I tug the V neck of the jersey outward, slide the back of the knife down her sternum, her mouth falling open as the silence of the room seems to expand around us.
“Be still. Legs wide. Mouth open. Knife to your chest. You are so pretty, baby. You make me so hard.”
I draw the blade forward, holding tension on the fabric, making sure to pull it toward me, the serrated edge tearing into the fabric. One more tug, jerk, pull and I’ve got the view of her tits I’ve been dreaming of.
“God.” She stutters with stunned wide eyes, swallowing, frozen still as I run the tip of the knife down the torn edge of the jersey, pushing it aside with the sharp metal until her nipple comes into view. A smile breaks across my lips like it’s Christmas morning.
“I’m thinking the psychopath part of you is turning me on.”
A deep chuckle rumbles in my chest as her body convulses at the touch of the knife on her hard nipple. I dance the tip along a dark vein, following it down to the deep pink of her areola, then teasing the hard flat of her nipple until she’s shaking and her knees knock against me.
“I’ve been wanting a view of these tits since I saw you in that alley.”
I rasp the knife in the other direction, laying the torn jersey open so both her tits are exposed. The torn fabric under the weight of the soft globes, a hint of her ivory belly showing, and I can’t wait until I get her totally bare. Right now I like my name on her back, the jersey I wore just a few hours ago wrapped around her, claiming her as mine, just like my mouth and my cock are about to do.