Page 17 of Jealous Stepbrother (Jealous & Possessive #4)
SAINTS & SINNERS
Asher
S omething’s happening.
She’s losing it.
I can see it in her eyes, in the wild flush spreading down her neck.
She’s still on top of me but she’s no longer upright. Her tits are plastered on my chest and I’m kissing her while I pump through the last of her climax.
But already she’s getting all revved up again.
“You want to come again, don’t you, princess?” I push up into her again, feeling her clench around me. “You’re close. So fucking close.”
She shakes her head like she’s trying to fight it.
“You don’t get to hide from me,” I tell her. “Not here. Not when you’re wrapped around my cock and moaning like this.”
My hands lock on her hips, dragging her down to meet every thrust. “Say you’re mine and I’ll let you come.”
Her lips part, eyes blazing. “God, Asher?—”
“Say it.”
She inhales loudly through her nose. “I’m—yours?—”
I bite her lush lip and she whimpers. “Good. Now say it the way you know I want to hear it,” I snarl.
She attempts a glare, but her body betrays her.
“Fucking say it, baby sis. Your pussy just gushed over my cock just at the thought of it. Denying it isn’t going to do you any good. And you want to come again, don’t you?” I coax against her mouth.
“Please—”
“No, baby. Begging won’t do you any good.” I glide my hand down her spine, over her ass and between her bouncing cheeks.
My finger finds the starburst of flesh that’s forbidden to anyone but me. I circle it a few times, then scoop up her slick from her pussy to her back entrance, strum lightly on her flesh until she’s shuddering.
Then I increase the pressure.
A delicious shiver quakes through her. “Oh God…”
“Wrong again.” My free hand tangles in her hair and I drag her head back, back, back until she’s arched off me. I glide my tongue from her throat to her collarbone to the tip of one pouting breast.
I suckle her for a minute, then I bite down as I press my finger into her rear entrance. She bites back a shriek, twists and bites down hard on my arm.
I groan, already proud I get to wear her mark tomorrow. But when her pussy begins to flutter madly, I stop thrusting.
“No! Asher, please!” Her eyes are frantic, desperate.
I meet them in the dark, slowly rolling my tongue over her nipple while I fuck her ass with my finger. She knows that’s all she’s getting until she gives me what I want.
Her face contorts as my fingers tighten in her hair. “Say it,” I growl.
“I…belong to my b-b-big brother.”
My dick surges and pulses, straining in her pussy, desperate to blow. “Hmm, good girl. More,” I order, encouraging her with another slow thrust.
Her eyes roll and her mouth hangs open. “I’m my big b-brother’s fuck toy. His to f-fuck whenever he wants.”
“And? Do you love that?” I push, driven wild with the need to know I’m not in this madness alone.
“Hmmhmm. I love it when my brother stuffs his fat c-cock in my tiny pussy. And fucks me till I come s-so h-hard for him.”
Jesus . “What a good girl you are, princess.” I resume thrusting fast, faster. “Now one last time. Beg me to let you come.”
“Let me come!. Please…make me come.”
The second the word leaves her mouth, I flip her to her back, driving into her hard enough to rattle the bedframe.
Her nails claw at my shoulders, her legs tightening around my waist.
I have the wherewithal to snatch up her panties and stuff them into her mouth just before her pussy clamps down on me and I lose my mind as she lets out the long shriek that starts her detonation.
Her body milks me, tight and perfect, and I can’t hold it back. “Christ, Scarlett—” I slam into her once more and spill inside her, deep, every muscle locked as I empty everything I’ve been holding back.
For long seconds, I just stay there, buried in her, breathing her in. My heart’s pounding like I’ve run a marathon, but I can’t let her go.
I pull back just far enough to see her face.
She’s flushed, hair wild, lips swollen from my kisses, and looking at me like she knows this changes everything.
Neither of us says it out loud, but we both feel it.
There’s no going back now.