Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 20174 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 101(@200wpm)___ 81(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20174 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 101(@200wpm)___ 81(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
“You’re bad,” I tell her.
“So are you.”
My cock flexes. I kiss her just beneath the hair—the spot that ‘gives her the tickles,’ as she says. And it’s no surprise when that sends her over the edge.
Her body quivers, and she cries out. I tilt her head back and kiss the pounding pulse of her neck.
The warm walls of her slippery pussy clamp down on me like a fist, and I go off too. My cock turns into a firehose, spraying hot seed from its tip directly into her ready and willing womb.
Yeah, all this behavior is going to get her pregnant, and that’s trouble. But I don’t care. I can deal with trouble. What I can’t do is resist her.
“Your body is perfection,” I tell her, running my hands over every naked inch. She giggles, causing her pussy to flex on my sensitive cock.
I jerk, and she giggles again. She knows what she does to me. And she loves it.
I’m about to shower her with more praise when I hear the sound of cars pulling up out front.
“Shit.” I pull out, causing us both to gasp, then lift her to her feet. “To your room. Now!”
“Yeah!”
I watch her ass jiggle as she runs off while I struggle to get my pants up and over my cock, which is still hard and dripping.
The front door opens, and I rush to my room, hearing my dad call out behind me. “Jake!?”
“One second!”
Piper is standing at the door to her room, still wearing nothing but socks. A silky strand of my cum is leaking from her pussy, and her thighs are gleaming with our mess.
She giggles and points downstairs. “Holy shit!” she whispers.
“I know,” I laugh, rushing in for a kiss. “Talk about a close one.”
I turn to race to my room, but she stops me with her tiny hand on my arm.
“Jake,” she asks, eyes wide and pleading. “You’re…not going to get tired of me, right?”
Her question hits me like a gunshot out of nowhere.
“Tired of you?” I whisper. “What are you talking about?”
“I just…I worry…”
I hear my dad mount the steps. We only have a few seconds before he arrives.
“I will never grow tired of you, sis. You are mine. Besides, we’re family. I’m not going anywhere.” Dad’s footsteps grow louder. “Except right now. I love you.”
With a wink, I kiss her and run quietly down to my room and close the door behind me.
“Mine…” I repeat to myself, imagining her slipping into a robe to cover her naked beauty.
How did an ex-con like me ever get so lucky?
When I was sitting in my cell, it was hard to stay positive. To see a future that wasn’t bleak.
But then I came home and hit the lottery with Piper.
And I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure she stays mine.
7
PIPER
I wake up alone. The house is silent.
Paul is gone, Mom is gone, but most of all, Jake is gone.
I know he’s at work, only a few minutes away, but it feels like he’s left me for another world.
When he’s away, things just don’t feel right. I used to text him every half hour, or more, but that was before he established some ground rules.
“You can’t send me so many nudes when I’m at work. You know how hard it is to use a table saw with an erection?”
I giggled but understood. Now I only send him one just before lunch—something he can use when he sneaks off to the car to jerk off.
Smiling, I close my eyes and stretch. The ache between my thighs reminds me of last night—the way he raced up the stairs to me, pinned me down, and took me.
Being claimed like that…God, nothing compares.
I can still feel his spend inside me. I didn’t take a shower last night, specifically because I didn’t want to wash his scent off me. His sweat. His touch. All the things that overwhelm me when I’m with him.
But how Jake took me last night is not what’s on my mind this morning. What’s on my mind is what he said to me.
“You are mine…I love you…”
He told me he loved me, and I didn’t even get a chance to say it back before he was gone. That scares me. Like, does Jake really love me? Or does he just think he does because of all the fun we’re having?
I don’t have any experience with guys, but Emily has always warned me to be careful when men say things, make promises.
I almost feel guilty for even thinking this way, but what Jake and I are doing is dangerous.
I mean, I could be pregnant. And if I end up pregnant by my step-brother who isn’t serious about staying with me, where does that leave me?
A nice hot shower manages to calm my nerves a bit, but I’m still on edge when I go downstairs. My mom’s in the kitchen sipping her morning coffee.