Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 24322 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24322 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
I’m not certain she’s a virgin, but I’d bet money she is. There’s an innocent way about her. An angelic aura, a wholesome purity that I’m excited to consume.
The dildo was a shock. I wasn’t expecting that from my angel, but it just shows there’s a dirty side of her that’s screaming to get out. Hopefully, I’ll be the one to unleash it.
“Dinner is ready,” I say as I knock on her door three times.
“Go away,” her muffled voice says through the door.
I chuckle. “I came in this morning, I’ll do it again.”
Footsteps. She suddenly yanks the door open and is glaring at me in the doorway.
“Some ground rules for the summer,” she says in a stern matter-of-fact voice.
I grin, knowing I already won. She’s wearing a sleek white dress that has my cock getting harder with every second those beautiful green eyes glare at me. If she wasn’t planning on coming to dinner or if she was merely hanging out with a sibling, she’d be wearing sweatpants right now. But my girl is looking stunning in a gorgeous dress.
It ends above her knee, showing off her tanned legs, and that cleavage is just fucking mouthwatering.
If I don’t get a taste of her pussy soon, I’m going to die.
“Number one,” she says as she rattles her rules off her fingers. “No more kissing.”
“No kissing?”
“That’s right,” she says as her eyes narrow on me.
“On the lips, or… other places?”
“Number two,” she says with her teeth gritted. “No more inappropriate dirty talk.”
“I thought you liked it when I ran my dirty mouth. It always gets you blushing.”
“Not in a good way.”
“Let’s go in that bedroom and I’ll make you blush in the good way.”
Those adorable cheeks start turning bright pink as she glares at me.
“Number three,” she says, ignoring my offer. “We are stepbrother and stepsister. That means no funny business.”
“Funny business?”
“Funny business. We’re not having any more of that.”
“Define funny business.”
“No. Number four. No more late night skinny dipping.”
“That’s not fair,” I say with my hands up. “I was doing that before you got here. And you shouldn’t knock it before you try it. How about tonight? Say, eleven o’clock?”
“Those are the rules,” she says, ignoring me once again. “Take it or leave it.”
“I’ll take you,” I say with a grin. “On that bed.”
She rolls her eyes and huffs out a breath as she charges by me. Her cherry-scented perfume hits my nose and I let out a low moan.
Fuck, she smells good. I bet she tastes even better.
“Wow,” she says when we step outside and she sees the romantic table for two set up by the pool. There’s a white table cloth, fancy plates with those round silver covers over them, candles, and an ice bucket with a bottle of white wine and a bottle of champagne chilling inside.
The sun is just beginning its long descent into the ocean and faint wisps of pink and orange are starting to streak the vast sky. The warm breeze is blowing, tingling on our sun-kissed skin. It’s perfect outside. My girl deserves perfection and I’m glad that nature has delivered.
“What’s for dinner?” she asks as we walk over to the table.
“I went out and hunted the shark that tried to attack you,” I tell her. “I killed it with my bare hands and had the chef grill it up.”
She shakes her head and rolls her eyes. “Yeah, right.”
“What are you in the mood for? White wine or champagne?”
She takes the champagne flute off her side of the table. “A place like this on a night like this, I think it requires champagne.”
I grin as I pull it out of the ice bucket and wipe away the cold water. “I agree.”
She watches as I pop the cork and fill her glass, trying to get as little of the bubbles as I can.
“You look stunning,” I say as I hand her the champagne flute while the soft evening glow washes down on her.
“Nope,” she says as she narrows her eyes playfully at me. “Rule number three.”
“Which one was that again? The kissing one?”
“No,” she says as she gets a flush in her cheeks. “No funny business, remember?”
“I can’t say that you look absolutely magnificent in that dress? That you look like the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen?”
“No, you can’t,” she says, although she’s trying to hide her smile. “That’s close to breaking rule number three and rule number one.”
“Remind me about rule number one again.”
“No dirty talk.”
“I said you look beautiful,” I say with a grin. “That’s not dirty talk. Dirty talk would be saying that you look so fuckable in that dress that it’s getting my cock as hard as a rock.”
Her mouth drops open as she stares at me in shock.
“It would be saying that I want to swipe all this shit off the table, hoist you onto it, tear that dress to pieces, and fuck you like an animal. That would be dirty talk.”