Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17621 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 88(@200wpm)___ 70(@250wpm)___ 59(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17621 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 88(@200wpm)___ 70(@250wpm)___ 59(@300wpm)
"W-what are you doing?" she asks, her voice that breathless tone that tells me she isn't objecting.
"Getting a taste." I grab the hand covered in frosting, guiding it to her pussy.
She gasps, her hips arching when I wipe her frosting-covered fingers across her puffy lips. Her legs fall open wider in invitation.
"T-this isn't sanitary, Dawson," she mumbles.
"Don't give a fuck, Ava," I growl, making sure every little bit of frosting is painted across her skin. "You've been over here fucking with me for the past ten minutes. Now, you get to pay for it."
"I wasn—"
I arch a brow, silencing her lie before she can finish telling it.
"Fine," she mutters. "Maybe I was."
I grin, leaning down to kiss her lips. She tastes like chocolate and sin. "You better hold on, sweetness," I murmur against her lips before pulling back.
"Why?"
I answer by yanking her hips up and burying my face between her thighs. She's at an angle on the island, the upper half of her body the only thing making contact. I'm in control of the rest of her.
"Oh!" she cries out.
I growl against her pussy, licking the chocolate from her skin. It's sweet, but she's sweeter. The combination of the frosting and her juices drives me fucking wild. I lick and suck and bite, devouring her like the goddamn treat she is.
When I shove my tongue inside her tight little hole, fucking her with it, she shouts my name, coming all over my face. I don't let up, not until she gives me another one.
I leave her wrecked on the island, her skin flushed pink, her tits heaving in her pretty little top, her hair plastered to her face. She's gorgeous beneath me, all mewls and soft little puffs of air, her big blue eyes wide and dazed.
"We're going to need more frosting," she whispers. "A whole lot more frosting."
Jesus.
I lean down, kissing the shit out of her because I have to. Because I can. Because she's mine. And because spending all damn day at the stadium today was torture. Now that I've had her, I don't know how I'm supposed to keep hiding how I feel about her. I'll find a way to do it because it's what she needs from me, but it's going to kill me. I already know it will.
I need the world to know this girl is mine. I don't give a fuck what they think. Yeah, I'm her stepbrother. And I spent last night nine deep, trying to fuck my kid into her. Sue me.
"You're a dangerous woman," I mutter against her lips. "Now, behave so I can feed you something more than cock and orgasms."
"Do I get those after?"
"If you behave," I say, grinning.
She pretends to think about it and then sighs dramatically. "Fine. I guess I'll behave."
I kiss her again, not letting up until we're both breathless.
"Hey, Dawson?" she says when I'm halfway back to the stove. "I love you."
I freeze…just fucking freeze. I'm not even sure my heart is beating.
"I told my mom about us today."
I'm still frozen, blood roaring in my ears. Did she just say—? She did, didn't she?
Jesus. Fuck me.
She's in love with me.
I spin around to face her.
She's sitting up, her eyes locked on me, nervousness painted all over her. "I don't want to hide, not if it means this is all we ever have." She glances down at the island, fidgeting like she always does when she's nervous. "I want…dreams," she whispers. "I want everything."
"Fuck." I don't think. I don't breathe. I just move, crossing the kitchen in a single stride. My mouth crashes down on hers like I can pour everything I feel right now into her through sheer force.
"You want everything, baby?" I ask, my voice shaking.
She nods, her throat working as she swallows. "Yes."
"You're sure?"
She doesn't hesitate. "I'm not afraid of what anyone has to say, Dawson. Not anymore."
I swallow, trying to keep my hands from shaking as I cup her jaw, brushing her hair back from her face. "You have no idea what you do to me, Ava."
She grins, her hands fisting in my shirt. "You have no idea what you do to me, either. I love you."
I can't hold back, not when she's giving me the entire world.
I crowd her, grinding my cock between her legs, my lips everywhere at once.
I can't get close enough.
Her hands slide beneath my shirt, her nails scraping down my back.
I hiss, rocking my hips into her, and she gasps, biting down on my lip. "Dawson," she whimpers, "please."
"I've got you," I promise, already yanking my shirt off over my head.
She claws at my belt, trembling as she works it free enough to shove my jeans down.
I line up at her entrance, angling her hips so I can fit inside her. She's so fucking hot and wet, already mewling and begging for my cock.