Page 25 of Jealous Stepbrother
I gasp into him, and his tongue sweeps in deeper, tangles decadently with mine. He kisses like he fights—without mercy, without giving me any room to retreat.
When I tear away for air, my voice is shaky. “Asher, stop! We’re in an elevator.”
“Exactly.” His forehead presses to mine, his breath rough. “No distractions. No one else. And by the time those doors open, you’ll remember exactly who you belong to.”
His mouth claims mine again, deeper this time, and my knees threaten to buckle. I’m dizzy with the taste of him and I barely notice the elevator slowing until the chime sounds for the penthouse.
The doors slide open, but he doesn’t step away. His eyes burn into mine, mouth curved in something dark and final.
“Inside,” he orders. “Now.”
We barely makeit into the penthouse before my back hits the wall.
“You’ve been poking at me all day, sweetheart. You want to see what happens when I stop being patient?”
The first brush of his mouth on mine steals my breath. The second has me clawing at his shirt. His hands slide up my thighs, hitching my skirt higher and higher until?—
He drops to his knees.
I’m frozen for half a second, the sight of my powerful, infuriating, sexy and deranged stepbrother at my feet robbing me of speech. “Asher?—”
“Shut up and let me taste what’s mine.”
His palms yank my thighs apart, his breath scorching the inside of my leg. Hard, sucking kisses land on the sensitive skin of my inner thigh—the kind I know will leave marks I’m absurdly eager to see—before his mouth finds me through my panties. I’m damp, his mouth is hot, possessive, claiming my pussy lips so brazenly I gasp. My fingers tangle in his hair, because he’s not teasing or tormenting me the way he did this afternoon.
Asher is devouring, pulling the fabric aside and licking into me like a man starved. He licks me from hole to clit, lapping at my wetness with unvarnished eagerness that makes my eyes roll, my hips piston into rabid demand.
“Oh God…”
He groans into me, the vibration rolling straight through my core. One hand comes up to grip my hip, the other hooking behind my knee and hauling it over his shoulder. I’m open to him now with nothing between us, and he doesn’t waste a second. His tongue works me mercilessly, alternating between deep strokes and quick, teasing flicks over my clit until I’m shaking.
Gushing. Sobbing. Begging.
“That’s it, little sis. Cream for your brother. Drench my face like the horny little slut you are.”
How is it possible to be angry, turned on and humiliated at the same time? Because his filthy words achieve the exact results he demands. I gush for him with a shameless abandon that makes me feel positively wanton. A slut for my brother.
Stepbrother, I remind my sluggish brain.
As if that’s any better. As if that would in any way slow the desperate race toward the ocean of bliss glittering behind my clamped eyelids.
I can’t think, can’t breathe, only feel.
The filthy wet sounds, the soft curses he mutters against me, the way his shoulders lock me in place so I can’t escape even if I wanted to.
“Asher—” My voice breaks on his name as pleasure coils tight, tighter, then shatters.
“Fuck, you taste fucking incredible. You’ve been taking care of this pussy for me, haven’t you? Making sure it only gives your brother the best juice, hmm? More, my slutty princess.” He groans and laps, laps, laps. “That’s it, baby. You’re shaking like that because you’re going to burst, aren’t you? Look at you, so damn beautiful.” One hand clamps on my hip, stopping my rolls. “Do you want to come, little sister?”
“Y-yes! Please.” Desperation lines every octave but I don’t care.
His other hand rips off my panties, then his fingers part my pussy lips. I can feel his rabid stare, rightthere.
He blows on my clit and I lose my mind. “Asher!”
“That’s right. It’s me, your brother, taking care of this pretty pink slutty pussy. Making it gush and quiver. Beg me to come, baby.”
I toss my head, a poor parody of refusal I know will never make it. Because when I open my mouth, I give him exactly whathe wants. “Please. Asher, I want to come. I… need to. So bad. Please!”
