Total pages in book: 188
Estimated words: 179812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 899(@200wpm)___ 719(@250wpm)___ 599(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 179812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 899(@200wpm)___ 719(@250wpm)___ 599(@300wpm)
A few seconds later, he breaks the kiss, and I think it’s over too soon. He puts me back down on the ground and I think I’m not ready to stand on my own feet. But none of those things matter because as soon as my feet touch the hardwood, he goes down.
As in, he kneels in front of me.
That in itself is a shocking thing to see, and not only because even kneeling down on the floor, he’s so large his face comes up to my heaving chest. No, the more shocking thing, the most shocking thing, is that floor is full of broken glass.
So essentially, my toxic asshole stepbrother who sent a soccer ball flying through the window, shattering it into a million pieces, is now kneeling on the wreckage he caused—he’s kneeling on broken glass, in front of me.
I fist his t-shirt and say, as if he doesn’t know, “Shepard, there’s… There’s glass everywhere.”
In response, he puts his hands on my waist, his large, scrape-y hands, bloody from the same broken glass, and grabs me tight. I hold on to his corded forearms as he hauls me up against the door and practically puts me on his shoulders as I squeal and clench my eyes shut. When I open them a second later, I’m looking down at him, his face between my pale thighs, his stare all dark and drugged up.
Then, flexing his hands that are on my butt, that are actually under the little purple nightie I’m wearing and on my panty-covered butt, he rasps, “That’s why this is your seat.”
I arch my bare toes and flex my ankles, digging my heels into his back. “Your shoulders?”
He shakes his head once, his stubble scraping my tender skin, making me bite my lip. “No, my mouth.”
My eyes go wide, and I fist his hair with both hands. “But this is… You’re already bleeding and your k-knees—”
“Makes us even, yeah?” he rumbles, nuzzling his nose in my thighs. “I made you bleed so I bleed for you.”
I tug at his hair, arching my back. “But I don’t need that. I don’t need you to do that.”
He flexes his grip on my ass some more, practically kneading the flesh. “But I need it. I need to eat your pussy, lick it, fuck it, French kiss it while I kneel on broken glass and bleed for it.”
My pussy clenches at his words. Like he’s speaking directly to it, directly to my needy, horny core. Still, I keep my wits about me for a second longer and try to make him see sense. “But you know… that this is what happens. This is how…” I blush so fiercely but still push on, “A girl bleeds when she loses her v-virginity.”
And yes, I was freaked out about it too, but then he went ahead and made everything better.
He digs the pads of his fingers into my ass, anger passing through his features. “Maybe, but my girl doesn’t go another day without being issued an apology for it. And I’m already two days too late.” I suck my belly in, and he grabs my ass harder, parting the cheeks, stretching my crease out, and it’s such a novel sensation that I can’t help but arch my back again, as if offering up my pussy to him to apologize to. Then, “And I don’t think I can go another second without sucking on you again and getting the taste of your pussy directly from the tap. Pure and thick, like crack. Besides, I’ve also got another job to do.”
“W-what job?”
“Using my tongue to spell your name on your cunt.”
He did make that promise long back. About spelling my name on my pussy if I agreed to be his. Only I was a fool back then who thought I wanted him to call me by my name instead of the name he gave me. Plus, he’s right. I totally missed most of the sensations when he licked me that night to clean my blood off, so I can’t wait to properly feel it when I’m awake.
So I don’t say anything after that. I don’t even think I can think anything after that, especially when he goes ahead and nuzzles his nose in my pussy. Or rather my wet and sticky panties. He takes a whiff of them, and I moan like he’s gone ahead and licked me. God knows what I’ll do when he actually does that.
I don’t have to wait too long to find out though, because he smells my core one more time, groans loudly, making me moan again and jerk in his hold, and then he gets down to business. He keeps me secure on his corded, mountain-like shoulders and pushes the crotch of my damp panties aside. I’ve felt that sensation so many times that my pussy recognizes his fingers. I know what his rough skin and smooth nails feel like dragging across the most tender part of me, his thick and long fingers skimming my core, going up and down, making everything sloppy and steamy. And he’s watching himself do it. He’s watching his fingers play with my pussy from only inches away . And he likes it so much that his cheeks have become all flushed. That his frame is shuddering with every breath he takes, his stubble raking against my inner thigh.