Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 22967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
“That’s it, girl,” he growls as his grip on my hair tightens. It makes me crazy, feeling his strength and knowing he’s barely controlling himself because of me.
I swirl my tongue around his head as I jerk him off, sliding my clenched fist up and down his long hard shaft.
He sucks in a sharp breath and starts cumming. I shove his jolting cock into my mouth and moan when I feel him pulsing against my tongue.
I swallow every tasty drop, and even then, I don’t want to let it go.
Finally, I release him and wipe the wetness from my mouth with the back of my hand.
My pussy is aching as I stand up with a shy smile on my face.
I’m wondering if I should leave, but he gets up and puts those strong hands back on me. He strips me in record time, turns me around as rough as a caveman, bends me over the bed, and thrusts his cock—that’s still as hard as a rock—into my burning pussy.
I drop my head and close my eyes, focusing on the blissful feeling of August’s cock sliding in and out of me.
It’s so good. It’s so fucking good…
We don’t last as long as last night.
After a few powerful drives of his hips, I’m cumming all over my stepbrother’s cock.
His sexy grunts fill my ear as he unleashes another load deep inside me.
We collapse onto the bed and stare up at the ceiling as we try to catch our breaths.
“Uh oh,” August says as he looks at the door. “Busted.”
I dart up with my heart pounding, expecting to see my mom, but it’s just Lucy.
She’s standing in the doorway, watching us with her tail wagging.
I drop back down on the bed with a sigh.
It was Lucy this time, but if we’re not careful, the next time could be my mom.
Brandon and August have a nice family. I met all of them from August’s four-year-old niece who dropped a Cheeto in my glass of wine to his uncle Bill who told me about the different types of bass fish and which lures are best to catch each one. I was very thankful when August pulled me away from him with a fake emergency.
We snuck heated looks across the room all night, but we didn’t do more than that. We were good.
I hope I can make it last through the rest of the holidays.
“That was a fun night,” Mom says in a tired voice as Brandon drives us home.
It’s snowing lightly as we drive along the dark highway, listening to soft Christmas music. I had three glasses of wine and a few sips of a disgusting eggnog that I dumped into the sink when no one was looking, and it’s starting to hit me now.
I sink into the seat, rest my head on the soft leather, and look at August.
He’s so beautiful. He’s all dressed up in a collared shirt with a dark gray sweater on top of it. His long messy hair is pulled back and those killer eyes are sparkling in the highway lights.
I slide my hand out between us. He slides out his and we hold hands the whole way home, just gazing at each other and falling deeper in love.
It hits me when we pull off the highway.
August is my soulmate.
I believe it now. He’s the one for me. The only one.
“Thanks for driving, Dad,” August says when we pull into the garage. We’re all exhausted as we head inside and separate to go to our rooms.
I take a quick shower and get ready for bed. I’m lying there for about ten minutes, but I know I won’t be able to sleep until I talk to August.
I wait until I’m sure my mom and Brandon are asleep, and then I sneak out of my room and head to August’s.
My heart is pounding as I push open the door and slip inside.
He’s lying in bed, watching me approach.
“I was hoping you’d come,” he says as I slip under the sheets.
We kiss long and hard—I’ve been wanting to do that all night—but I put my hand on his chest to stop him when his hands start wandering.
“I didn’t come for that,” I whisper. “I came to tell you something.”
He patiently waits for me to continue.
I take a deep breath and just go for it.
“I’m in love with you, August,” I say. “I’ve never believed in soulmates, but I do now. I think you’re mine.”
“I know you’re mine,” he says as he gently cups my cheek and gazes into my eyes. “We belong together, Harmony. You’re the one for me. I knew it the first second I saw you.”
Our lips come together in a soft tender kiss. I just want to stay with him all night. I want to wake up in his arms on Christmas morning and touch his messy hair whenever I want. I want to be able to hold his hand or gaze into his eyes without any judgment or shame. I want to be free to love August in every way.