Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33691 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33691 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
“You, Molly. I want you.” I sit there in stunned silence, my mind unable to comprehend what it is he just said.
“Me?” I finally get that one word past my lips. Did I hear him wrong? He nods, leaning in closer to me. I swallow.
“I’ll leave them be if you give me what I want.” This is not happening.
“And what you want is me? Do I have that right?” I don’t wait for an answer before I’m giving him a piece of my mind. “You do know that I’m not a thing to possess,” I say, but that doesn’t stop the ache between my thighs from growing.
“I want to taste you.” Heat rushes to my face. He did not say that. His eyes drop to my mouth.
“You’re serious.”
“Always.” The man wasn’t joking about being truthful.
“Why?”
“See?” He shakes his head. “So naïve.” He grips my chin. I don’t fight him as he pulls me toward him. He meets me halfway, his mouth brushing against mine. A spark flicks through my whole body, making me gasp.
Asher’s tongue slips past my parted lips. “Kiss me back,” he orders.
I want to tell him he’s bossy, but my mind blanks when his hand drops from my chin to my thigh, his fingers drifting upward. My entire body is acutely aware of him.
“Asher,” I whimper. My knees drop open shamelessly.
“Kiss me back, baby.” His fingers drag along the edge of my panties. He could slip them right in and touch my throbbing clit. “I’ll give you what you want.” His fingers dip in but only a little. My hips lift as I thrust my tongue into his mouth.
He growls into my mouth as his fingers pull my panties to the side before they stroke the seam of my sex. He grazes them across my clit.
“Asher,” I whimper louder this time, wanting what I know only he can give me.
“You’re so wet.” He pulls his mouth from mine to bury his face into my neck. He licks and sucks me there as he presses his fingers firmly against my clit. All I can think about is his mouth being there instead. I close my eyes and let that play through my mind. “Give it to me,” he orders, nipping at me.
I cry out his name. My hips buck as the orgasm rolls through my body. He keeps stroking me, drawing out the orgasm until it’s too much. I slam my thighs closed, my body jerking. It’s too sensitive. His hand stays trapped between my legs.
He kisses the spot he nipped me before he lifts his head. Reality starts to come falling back down around me. I drop my head forward and see that I’ve pulled my skirt all the way up. It’s still fisted in my hands but all the way up, revealing my panties and his trapped hand.
I part my thighs and watch as he pulls the panties back into place before removing his hand. My heavy breathing fills the inside of the SUV. Asher brings his fingers to his mouth. I watch as he sucks them clean. A groan comes from him as he does it.
Oh my God.
I pull my skirt back down. “You taste like honey too.” He reaches down and adjusts his cock in his slacks. I see the hard outline. Then he pulls his seat belt back on before pulling back onto the road.
Neither of us say a word the rest of the way home. He pulls up the driveway and into the garage, shutting the door behind us. For a second, I wonder if I made it all up in my mind. I quickly get out of the car, but somehow he’s right there in front of me.
“Asher?”
“I want them.”
“Them?”
He drops down to one knee and reaches under my skirt, yanking my plain cotton panties down my legs. “Step out.”
I do as I’m told. I blame it all on shock. He stands, stuffing them into his pocket.
“You got your taste.”
“No.” He shakes his head. “I got a sample.”
“A sample?” I gape at him.
“I want to taste your pussy, Molly. I want my face buried in it and covered in your sweetness. I want to make you come until you're screaming my name and begging me to give you more.” Holy crap.
“We can’t.” He presses me into the side of the SUV.
“We will.” His tone tells me that he’s serious.
“You’re my stepbrother,” I remind him. His cock presses into my stomach.
“You’re not going to the party.” He completely ignores what I said, or maybe he doesn’t want to hear it. I’m about to tell him I’ll do whatever I like, but I don’t get the chance.
“Molly.” I hear my mom call my name. Asher steps back before the door to the garage opens. “Your dress is here.”
“I’m coming,” I tell her, rushing past Asher.