Page 29 of Jealous Stepbrother
I watch, fascinated, as a drop hangs off the bottom curve of his crown, then slowly… drips onto the comforter.
“Stop staring at your brother’s cock and keep talking, naughty girl,” he croons roughly.
A shudder ripples through me. I open my mouth to continue but he swings his other knee onto the bed. Then in the next breath, he’s straddling my thighs. My breath strangles tighter as his large, muscled body looms over me, his thick shaft one foot away.
Oh God.
Words jumble in my brain and I have to fight to put them in some sort of order. “I came to your room?—”
“Uninvited.”
Flames lick into my face and I swallow. “Uninvited.” I pause as another drop lands on the bottom of my tank. He catches the next one, smears it all over his purple head, and sweet heaven, I want to taste it so bad. I whimper.
He smiles. Wicked. Cruel. Smug.
I decide to race through to the finish. Be done with this before I do something unconscionable. Like claw his eyes out.
Or maybe take over… wrap my hands around his, help him to?—
No.
“I was wearing my nightie?—”
“Color,” he snaps.
Is it humiliating that I remember every detail? Maybe. “Pink,” I snap back.
He raises an eyebrow.
“Baby pink satin with white flowers,” I expand, trembling under his stare.
Stroke, stroke, stroke, twist.
He groans. And heaven help me, I’m fascinated by what that twist at the end does to him. And I know I’m filing that tip away for… for never.
His breathing changes, growing heavier. His fist glides faster over himself. “What did I say when you invited yourself into my room, Scarlett?”
“You told me to leave.”
“How many times?” he bits out.
“A… couple. Maybe more.”
“And? Did you listen, my little slut?”
Face consumed by shame and memory and arousal, I shake my head.
“No, you didn’t. What did you do instead?” he grunts.
“I… I got in-into your bed.”
He pauses for a second, squeezes his eyes shut and a harsh hiss flies from his lips. We stay frozen for a few more seconds.
Then his jaw flexes. “Keep going.”
“You… turned your back on me, but I… I hugged your waist. Then…” My voice trails off as his cock jumps in his fist.
“Then what, Scarlett?”
