Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 107(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 107(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
“Fuck yes,” I rasped, eyes locked on hers. “This tight pussy is mine. Taking my cock so deep like the greedy girl you are.”
I pumped into her with a quick thrust and pulled back with a long, slow stroke, hitting her swollen g-spot with my cockhead before doing it again and again. Her pussy wept around me, sliding down to her ass and pooling under her on the countertop.
When Juliet came again, it hit her like a lightning bolt. Her walls clenched around me like a vice, pulsing and fluttering as she cried out and shook beneath me. I kept moving with her through it until she was whimpering and trying to push at my chest.
I didn’t pull out. I stayed buried deep inside her, savoring the way her pussy kept squeezing and fluttering around my cock. Then I started moving again, long, deep thrusts that made her tits bounce beautifully with every stroke.
“Fuck, baby,” I groaned, bottoming out inside her again. “Your pussy feels so goddamn good. So warm and wet, squeezing my cock like you don’t want me to leave.”
I held her close, chest to chest, kissing her slow and deep while I fucked her with steady, rolling thrusts.
“Look at me,” I whispered. When her eyes met mine, soft and full of emotion, something in my chest cracked wide open.
“I’ve jerked off thinking about this pussy so many times,” I admitted, voice rough. “Hating myself every single time I came thinking about you. Now that I’ve been inside of you, stretching your tight cunt open—”
“Fill my cunt with cum, Bastian.”
That was all it took.
I shot my wad, filling her up. I pumped with fast, shallow thrusts, keeping every drop of my cum shoved deep inside her. Pure ecstasy rolled from the top of my head and out my dick. I was hooked on Juliet but knew I shouldn’t be. Right now, I just didn’t care.
For a long moment, we stayed locked together, breathing hard, her pussy still fluttering around me. I held her tight, face buried in her neck, letting myself feel the warmth of her body and the way she clung to me like I was hers.
I wasn’t ready to let go, but the guilt was already rising like bile in my throat. I had just come deep inside my step-niece… again. Filled her up like I had the right to. Like I wasn’t the worst thing that could ever happen to her.
I pulled out slowly and exhaled, scrubbing a hand over my face while I caught my breath. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was poisoning something beautiful.
I was falling in love with her.
And that terrified me more than anything else ever had.
9
JULIET
Everything was starting to crack open.
It was the small things that gave us away. The way Bastian’s eyes would find me across the yard and linger a second too long, like he couldn’t force himself to look away.
The way he’d shift closer whenever someone else got too friendly with me, his whole body language turning protective in a way that felt way too intimate for ‘just family’.
The way we kept slipping off at odd hours and coming back separately, both of us trying to act normal.
People were starting to notice, especially my father.
He’d always been protective, but lately, his questions had a sharper edge to them, and I was starting to think he was noticing our behavior more than anyone else.
Yesterday, he pulled me aside near the dock and asked, point-blank, why I was spending so much time “next door with Bastian”. I lied and told him it was just about helping me with my car again, but the words tasted awful coming out. I hated lying to him. I hated hiding something that felt this real and important.
But I was done sneaking around.
That night after the house had gone quiet and everyone else was asleep, I slipped out and walked over to Bastian’s place. The second I stepped inside, he pulled me into his arms like he’d been waiting all evening. His kiss was deep and possessive, his hands sliding under my shirt right away, gripping my waist like he needed to remind himself I was really there.
“You’re mine,” he murmured against my neck, his voice low and rough. “No matter what anyone else thinks. You’re mine, Juliet.”
I believed him without a doubt. I could feel how much he meant it in every touch, in the way he held me like the rest of the world could disappear. But I also knew the guilt was still there quietly eating away at him underneath it all.
We ended up in his bed, lost in each other for a while, and afterward, as I lay curled against his chest listening to the steady beat of his heart, I couldn’t hold it in anymore.
“I don’t want to hide this anymore, Bastian.”