Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23713 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23713 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
“Touch yourself.” I tug the cotton to the side. “I looked at those pictures and jacked my cock every chance I got.” My fingers thrust into her impossibly tight cunt that is determined to keep me out. I have to put my other hand over her mouth to cover her cries of pleasure. “Sometimes I’d log into the live video feed just so I could see you in real time.”
She whimpers behind my hand as I bring my fingers to my mouth and lick them clean.
“You should be scared of me.” I reach for the front of my pants and yank them open. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to have you.”
When my cock springs out between us, I lift her around the waist and pin her to the door. Her legs automatically go around me, and then she gasps when the blunt head of my cock nudges against her opening.
“In fact, I’m going to raw dog you in the middle of this fucking school and try to impregnate you.”
Chapter Seventeen
GOLDIE
Who knew my perfect stepbrother had such a dirty mouth? Who also knew how badly it would turn me on? Not me!
“You’re a dirty girl letting your brother at your tight, horny pussy,” he grunts as he thrusts harder.
I close my eyes. Holy shit, I’m going to cum.
“Getting you pregnant while still in high school?” He shakes his head. “Everyone is going to know how much you love taking my cock.”
“Nash,” I moan, my fingers digging into his shoulders as he pounds in and out of me. He’s made my body take him. My breath catches in my throat as he feeds me his cock. I’m starting to wonder if my body was made for him alone.
There’s a crazed possession in his eyes, and I’m realizing that all the things he said while inside me are true. My stepbrother might be obsessed with me, and now he’s been given permission to do and say as he pleases.
“Hush.” Nash’s hand covers my mouth again before his lips come to my ear. “Be quiet and take it. It’s your fault you’ve turned me into this.” Nash starts hammering into me harder, making the door groan from the weight of it.
It’s too much, and I can’t hold back any longer. My orgasm explodes through my body, and Nash grunts my name. My body locks around his cock, and he buries his face in my neck.
“There it is. Take it.” He thrusts harder, getting it as deep as he can. “You're sucking me right up.”
He's not wrong. I bear down on his cock while thinking about him getting me pregnant. What would others say? Would our parents lose their minds? Do I care?
Not in this moment. Nash has a way of getting all rational thought out of my head. All I can see and hear is him, and I think that’s his goal.
"Fuck, how do you always feel so good? I can't get enough." Nash kisses my neck, letting his hand drop away from my mouth. Slowly he lets his cock slip free, and I notice he’s still hard.
“How are you still, ah...” I lick my lips as my feet touch the ground. Don’t cocks go down? His doesn’t seem to.
“Hard?” Nash smirks as he puts his cock away. I try to push my skirt back down, but Nash brushes my hands away, leaning down to inspect me first. He tugs my panties back into place before kissing me over them. ”I told you. This is what you’ve done to me.”
“I did this to you?” I snort a laugh.
“We’re leaving. I’m not done with you yet.” His hand wraps around my wrist, leading me back out into the hallway. A few students glance toward us, their eyes wide. I have to fight not to fix my hair because that will only make it worse.
"They're going to think—"
"There is no thinking. They know exactly what you let me do to you."
"Nash!" I hiss. He simply shrugs, not giving a shit.
"They should know you're mine. It's better for everyone." His hold on my wrist tightens, and he doesn’t release me until he’s helping me into the car.
He jogs around the car, and I shake my head. He really has lost it. His hand comes down on my bare thigh the second he’s back inside the vehicle.
“I’m not going to run.”
“You could try.” He’s dead serious as he takes off out of the school parking lot.
“Nash—” I hesitate, not sure where to start here. “Have you been tracking me?”
“Yes.”
“Watching me?”
“Always.”
His responses are so quick. “And you’re really trying to get me pregnant?”
“Of course.” Nash looks at me like I’m ridiculous for asking.
“All of this has been real.” I shake my head, my mind still trying to catch up.
“I’m not sure what ever gave you the impression it wasn't.”
“Because you don’t even like me!”