Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 15021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 75(@200wpm)___ 60(@250wpm)___ 50(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 75(@200wpm)___ 60(@250wpm)___ 50(@300wpm)
I look up into his face and reach out to cup his cheek. When his eyes meet mine, they fill with warmth and he drops closer so he can cup my face too.
“Jenna.” He breathes against my cheek and presses soft kisses along the line of my jaw. “Why did we wait so long to do this?”
“I don’t know,” I say, pulling him down to kiss my lips. I suck on his full bottom lip, nibbling it gently and he moans, thrusting harder and gripping my hair. “I wanted you so much. I couldn’t bear the idea that I might never be with you. It’s why I came to the party so I could be with you just one time. But it never would have been enough.”
He grips my chin tightly in his hand and stares at me in a way that makes my heart flutter. It’s hungry and passionate and filled with ferocious longing. “I love you, Jenna,” he says. “You know that, don’t you?”
I try to shake my head, stunned that he’s saying he feels the same way I do, but he grips harder as though he’s trying to show me how strongly he feels. His hips change rhythm, circling and grinding as he stares at me. “I love you, Jenna. I have since those first weeks when mom and I moved in and we used to hook up in the den and watch eighties action movies with microwave popcorn.”
I smile up at him because the memory of those early days, when we were getting to know each other but trying to pretend we didn’t really care, are so fresh in my mind and so filled with innocence. He’d always let me eat more than my fair share of the popcorn and choose the movie. When the room would get dark, we’d slump into opposite corners of the couch and sometimes I’d feel like he was looking at me, but I’d be too embarrassed to check in case he was.
“That was before you started teasing me and calling me princess.”
“That was all affectionate,” he grins.
“Mmm…” I lose my train of thought because Harrison has gathered me up in his strong arms and kissed me so deeply I feel lightheaded. Each roll of his hips is taking me closer, but it’s the tender way he’s treating me and the love I can see in his eyes that makes this the best sex I’ve ever had.
“I love you too, Harrison,” I whisper and moan contentedly. “I just never knew how to tell you without risking everything.”
“I know.” He reaches down and clasps my leg under the knee, drawing it up and round his waist. The deepness is exquisite. I feel so stretched open, so owned by him.
“Fuck you feel so good,” he says, “I want you to come on me, Jenna. Show me how good I make you feel.”
I grab hold and dig my fingers into his gloriously firm ass, pulling him towards me in short sharp thrusts that are exactly what I need to take me over the edge. He speeds up into quick, hard jerks and that’s it. I’m done for.
“Unnnnaah,” I cry, way too loudly, and he covers my mouth with the palm of his hand and shushes me as my pussy clenches tight around his cock. I’m boneless, sweaty and properly fucked, so when he pulls out and starts fisting his cock, all I can do is watch. It takes five tight long pulls for him to come and he aims it at my belly, covering me in thick white steaks.
I look down at myself, and the disheveled, dirty, and wanton girl that Harrison has turned me into. Then I look up at him; at his rumpled hair, heaving chest and sweat coated skin and I can’t help but laugh.
We are so perfect together, it’s ridiculous.
Stepbrother or not, Harrison Stone is mine. And now I’ve got him, I’m never letting him go.