Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 72756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
I'm so glad I had that night with Devil, because I'm not quite the complete innocent I was, and it gives me the confidence to sit up and unclasp my bra with trembling fingers, exposing myself to my step-brother's hot gaze. He groans and leans forward, taking one nipple between his teeth and sucking hard enough to make me cry out.
“So fucking responsive,” he murmurs. “I love it.”
“Oh God. Please, Crash,” I moan, arching my back and pressing my breast harder against his mouth.
“Please what?” he asks, releasing my nipple and blowing gently on it. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to touch me.”
“Where?”
I swallow hard, suddenly shy again. “Everywhere.”
“Fuck,” he whispers as he sits back to look at me.
It takes all my courage to let him drink me in, his eyes taking in every detail. Every bump and flaw, but then he shrugs out of his jacket and grips the hem of his black t-shirt with both hands and twists it up over his head to reveal a rock solid six-pack and broad pecs, covered in tattoos and small scars. Definitely not the boy I used to know.
“Wow,” I breathe.
He smirks. “Like what you see?”
I lick my lips and nod. “Yes.”
“Good.” He pushes me back on the bed and settles between my legs, his rough denim jeans rubbing the inside of my thighs. “I want you so fucking bad, sunshine.”
“Crash…”
“Fuck, say my name like that again,” he growls. “Like you're imagining my cock sliding into your tight little pussy.”
I whimper, squirming against him. “Crash.”
“Mmm, good girl.” He kisses me again, reaching down to undo his jeans. The button pops open and he wrenches the zipper down, shoving everything down low enough for his erection to spring into view.
My breath catches in my throat. He's even bigger than I imagined, thick and long and veined. He strokes himself slowly, watching me watch him. “You want this?”
Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. “I…”
“Say it.”
“Y… yes,” I whisper, amazed that I can even get that much out.
“Touch me.”
I reach out tentatively, marveling at how velvety soft something so big and scary can feel. He grunts softly as I wrap my fingers around him, stroking him slowly. He's so warm and hard, and I can't believe how much I want this. Want him.
“That's it,” he growls. “Just like that. Or do you want my mouth on you like Devil?” There's no jealousy in his words, just a naughty promise of more.
“I want it all,” I moan.
“Fucking hell,” he mutters. “We don't have time for everything I want to do to you, baby.”
Crash pushes a hand between my legs and slips it into my soaking panties, finding my clit and rubbing it in slow circles until I'm writhing beneath him. He kisses me again, swallowing my cries as he works me higher and higher.
“Please,” I beg. “I need—”
“I know what you need,” he says, slipping a finger inside my tight, virgin pussy. “You're so fucking wet for me.”
“Yes,” I moan, rocking my hips against his hand.
“Fuck, I can't wait to feel you wrapped around my cock.”
I whimper, squeezing my eyes shut as an orgasm builds inside me. “Oh God!”
“Open your eyes,” he orders. “Look at me while you come.”
I obey, staring into his intense hazel eyes as he brings me to the edge and over it, crying out as pleasure rips through me. He keeps moving his fingers, prolonging the sensation until I'm shaking and gasping for air. Crash rips my panties off with one sudden yank and pushes my thighs wide as he wedges himself between them with his cock nudging at my entrance.
“Are you ready for me?” he asks, voice strained.
This is it. I can't take this back, and now that I'm here, I don't want to. It feels right to do it here, where my first teenage self-explorations happened, never imagining how much better the real thing would be. I nod. “Yes.”
He presses forward, stretching me wider than anything ever has, and I gasp at the feeling of my body opening to his. “Fuck, you're so goddamned tight,” he groans. “Relax for me, baby.”
I try, but I'm nervous, excited and overwhelmed all at once. He goes slow but steady, with iron control, until he's buried deep inside me. “Jesus Christ,” he mutters. “You feel incredible. So fucking good.”
My virginity is gone, but there's no guilt, just warm, sexy waves of pleasure washing over me to soothe away the discomfort. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down for another kiss. “Move,” I whisper. “Please.”
He does, withdrawing almost completely before thrusting back inside me. I moan into his mouth as he starts to move faster, deeper, filling me completely. I'm a little sore, but it's nothing compared to the pleasure building inside me.
“Fuck,” he snarls, arms next to my head, caging me in as he drives into me again and again. “You're so fucking perfect.”