Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21917 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21917 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
“Yeah?” she asks confrontationally. “Why don’t you make me?”
Her defiant tone is all it takes to cause my control to snap. I step forward into her space, back her up against my workbench, and seize the edge with my hands on either side of her—not touching her, just caging her in. Her jaw drops, her rosy lips tempting me like two slices of ripe strawberry.
“You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into, little girl.”
She lifts her chin in defiance. “Ah, so I’m a little kid again?”
No. No, she’s not. She’s a fully blossomed woman, with soft curves and tempting lips and everything a terrible man like me would want to corrupt. She shines like the sun in that yellow dress, and I loom over her like a shadow, ready to swallow her whole if she lets me.
“Our parents—”
“Are leaving tomorrow.” Her voice drops to a whisper. “And then it’s just me and you. Alone.”
Me and you…
The words echo in my head like a blessing and a curse. I step away and turn my back to her before I do something I can’t take back.
“Leave me alone, Lily.”
“Eat your lunch,” she says softly. “And then I’ll leave you alone.”
I eat, but she doesn’t leave me alone. Not really. Sure, she leaves—technically. But even after she’s gone, her presence still lingers. The taste of the sandwich in my mouth, the floral scent of her shampoo in my space, even just some kind of invisible pull in the air like her body calling out to me.
I’m too damn old to be getting this turned on by a girl, especially one who’s about to be my stepsister. I’m almost thirty. I should have learned to control my dirty thoughts by now. But when it comes to Lily, it’s like a switch gets flipped inside me, and all I see is her spreading her legs open and me burying my cock in her tight little hole.
I wonder if she’s a virgin. In fact, the thought tortures me for the rest of the day while I try to work. If another man has put his hands on her, I’ll—
A sudden crack snaps me out of my daydream, and I look down to see that the handle of my hammer has snapped in my grip, which has tightened to the point the old wood could no longer take it. Not to mention my wood that’s straining against the buttons of my fly.
When evening comes, Jim and Katherine are packed and ready, going over last-minute instructions over dinner: emergency numbers, credit card for groceries, normal parent stuff. Except nothing about this is normal. Especially when Lily’s foot ‘accidentally’ brushes against mine and I have to bite back a growl as she licks sauce off her thumb like a seductress.
I have to excuse myself and escape up to my room early. But the walls in the lake house are thin, and I can hear her getting ready for bed—drawers opening and closing, her closet door, the shower running.
Christ, the shower…
My mind nearly blanks at the thought, then quickly fills in the details. Countless things I should not be fantasizing about: Water sliding down her skin, her soaked hair trailing down her back, her towel dropping to the floor…
When I lie down, sleep will not come. I just stare up at the ceiling, knowing she’s across the hall, less than twenty feet away. Thin walls are all that separate us. Thin walls and a lifetime of reasons why I can’t get up and cross that distance.
I can’t fucking take it. I’m tenting under the sheets with thoughts of what I’d do to her if she was here. There’s only one way I’m going to get to sleep tonight.
Giving in, I spit on my hand and lift up the sheets. My hard-on is thick and standing up straight like a flag pole. My whole body shivers as I take the tip in my palm and begin stroking to the thought of my stepsister’s dress kicking up in the wind.
“Lily…” I whisper, keeping my voice quiet enough that she can’t hear. “That’s right. Suck on it.”
The image of her down on her knees with my cock in her mouth fills my mind. I reach down and grab her tits, feeling their supple youth. My fantasy envelops me with thoughts of her mouth’s warmth and wetness. I’ll teach her just how I like it and how to please me.
I’ll kiss down her stomach until I reach her pussy, and then I’ll inhale deeply, take her scent into my lungs before plunging my tongue into her hole. Knowing I don’t have long before I explode, I grab a fistful of paper towels from the nightstand.
If any other man has touched her…
“I’m gonna come,” I whisper, imagining her eyes go wide as I explode into her mouth. “Swallow it. Yes.”