Page 65 of Jealous Stepbrother
“You want cock, you know what to do.”
She shakes her head, eyes wide, almost frantic. “I…why? Why does it mean so much to you? It’s… it’s depraved, Asher.”
“And yet,” I drag my lips over her ear, voice dropping into gravel, “I can smell that cunt getting wetter by the second. I’m happy to wait until you’re dripping on the floor if that’s what you want. A little humiliation with your brother’s fat cock inside you will only make it spicier.”
Her breath hitches. “You…you bastard.”
“Yup.” My grin sharpens. “I’m your bastard. And don’t forget it, hmm?”
My hand slides under her ass, pushing her panties to the side. One thick finger drags through her drenched slit. Her channel spasms, and a raw cry breaks from her throat.
I bring my slick finger up, pass it under my nose. “Fuck, you smell divine.”
Her whole body trembles, clenching, hungry.
“And you can squeeze that pussy all you like,” I taunt, brushing my lips over hers, “but it’s staying empty until you tell me what I want to hear. Starting with the promise to be a good girl.”
Scarlett slams her head lightly back against the wall with a groan. My heart jolts. Fury and panic punch through me, and before I can think, I drop my hand between us and pinch her clit hard enough to make her cry out.
“Asher!”
“You want to be a brat and get punished, or do you want to get fucked?” My tone cracks like a whip. “I’ll accommodate either, but I won’t have you hurting yourself. Do you want your brother’s cock or not?”
She shivers, the fight inside her flickering under the weight of her own arousal. She might pretend she hates the taboo of it all, but I know better. Deep down, she loves it.
To hurry her along, I drag her slowly over my cock, still caged in denim but thick and raging, pressing her harder into the wall so she feels the full length straining against her. Her wet seam spreads over the ridge, soaking me through.
Her gasp is everything, shocked, needy, and undone. Shivers course through her gorgeous body.
“Okay,” she whispers, licking her lips, eyes locked on mine. Then those luminous eyes flick up through her lashes. “I…I want my brother’s cock.”
My cock jerks violently, ready to split free, ready to claim what I crave harder every passing second. But I’m not done. Not yet.
“And what do you want it to do to you?”
Her mouth trembles around the words I’ve craved for four years, and they still nearly knock me to my knees.
“I…I want it inside me, fucking me. Splitting me wide open. Making me scream.”
The sound of that unravels me.
“Yeah, you do.” My voice breaks, low and hoarse.
I drag my mouth over hers, kissing her with a hunger that borders on violent. My hands yank up her dress, rip her panties clean off.
She clings to me, desperate, and still I tease, running my crown through her soaked folds, over and over until she’s writhing.
Her nails carve down my back. “Asher, please.”
I laugh against her throat, half savage. “Jesus Christ. With you, I never know what I’m going to do next, Scarlett. And that should terrify us both. Are you ready, baby? Here it comes.”
I thrust in deep, one brutal stroke, and her cry nearly splits the boathouse walls.
“Christ, you’re tight.” My forehead slams to hers, sweat and need and years of denial breaking apart all at once. “I’ll never get enough of this cunt, baby girl. So many fucking years waiting to bury myself in you like this, and I can’t get enough.”
She grips me like a vice, and my vision blacks out. I pin her wrists above her head, hammer into her until the old wood creaks in protest.
“Say it again,” I growl, one hand stealing down to pinch her pretty nipples. “Say who’s inside you?”
