Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 75783 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75783 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
“You needed me?” I ask, folding my hands in front of me and making myself as polite as possible. Dawson’s eyes move up and down my body, lingering on the bit of exposed cleavage on my blouse.
“Come here,” Dawson says, not moving. I take a few steps closer, and he straightens up in his desk chair. He points at the desk with his finger and pushes the glass bottle aside. “I want you to bend over my desk so I can fuck you.”
I stare at him blankly for a moment, not blinking as I try to figure out what kind of joke this is. This has to be a joke, right? He can’t actually be serious right now.
I laugh and shake my head, thinking that this is just his weird, twisted sense of humor. “No.”
I guess a part of me is expecting him to laugh and brush it off, but he doesn’t. His face only grows more serious, and I am hit with the sudden realization that it wasn’t a joke. He genuinely wants me to “bend over his desk so he can fuck me.”
Aside from the fact that he’s my stepbrother and sleeping with him would be immoral in so many different ways, I can barely stand him. Why the hell would I want to sleep with him?
“Are you serious?” I take a step back, and Dawson nods, gesturing to the desk to silently tell me to do as I’m told. “We don’t even like each other. Why would you want this?”
Dawson laughs, and I see genuine amusement on his face. To be honest, it’s patronizing, and I feel myself getting more annoyed with the situation.
“Trust me, we don’t have to like each other to fuck,” Dawson says, standing up. Now that he’s standing, I can see that he’s already aroused, and it makes me uncomfortable.
He moves around the desk and approaches me, grabbing my wrist with his hand and dragging me toward the desk. I try to pull back, but he bends me over before I can do anything else about it.
“Dawson...” I say, trying to stand upright as he unzips my skirt and pulls it down. He presses himself against me, and I can feel just how hard he already is. His breath is ragged and shaky as he grinds against my ass, and I try to ignore the excitement building from the friction between my legs. “This isn’t right. Our parents are—”
“Trust me, that’s the last thing I want to talk about right now,” Dawson cuts me off, pulling my panties down and squeezing my ass cheeks. “Do us both a favor and be quiet until I tell you otherwise.”
He gathers my hands and holds them behind my back, restraining me as his other hand explores my exposed ass. He rubs me and squeezes me, slowly tracing his fingers all the way down between my legs.
I look over my shoulders at him, seeing how lost he is in his movements, admiring my body. I’ve never been touched like this before, not that it’s something I’ve thought a lot about.
“It’s just that I’ve never...” My voice trails off, and I feel the heat rising to my cheeks. Dawson’s eyes light up, and he positions his hands right between my legs, tracing them up and down my slit.
“You’re a virgin?” Dawson asks, already knowing the answer. I can’t bring myself to say it, but I don’t have to. “So, no man has ever touched you like this?”
Before I can say anything, he slides a finger inside me, and I squeeze my eyes shut, moaning out from the pleasure. He’s still pressed firm against me, and I can feel him growing harder with each passing second.
His finger moves in and out as his thumb reaches down to massage my clit. I can’t help the moans that escaped my mouth. I’ve touched myself before, but it’s nothing compared to this right now.
The faster he moves, the more ragged my breaths get and eventually I’m trembling on the desk and spreading my legs wider for him. He just watches me as the climax overtakes me, and I finish on his fingers.
“I never thought my stepsister would be so naughty,” Dawson says when he finally removes his finger. He pulls his hand away from mine, letting me move them from behind my back. I sit up, but he presses a hand between my shoulder blades and pushes me down once again. “I never said I was done with you.”
My cheeks burn once again, and I look over my shoulder at him as he unzips his pants and lowers them. His cock is completely free and hovering right by my entrance.
“Dawson, wait,” I say, attempting to sit up. He grabs my waist and holds me down as he shoves himself inside me.
I scream out, gripping the side of the desk with both of my hands as he fills me with every inch of himself. He holds still once he’s inside, giving me a moment to adjust to all of him. My breath is ragged, and my entire body is tense.