The PRETTY (EROM Curvy Romance #1) (12 page)
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Authors: Darlene Jacobs
G
od
, can this be happening? Jake, the stepbrother that I loathed, I now want to screw? And not just screw, screw hard.
I
’m not kidding myself
. Neither one of us would call this making love. It’s lust and desire, pure and simple.
I
’ve only just thought
of Jake in this way all of an hour. I wonder how long he has wanted me? Was it just a spit-second decision like mine was? Or has he been planning this all along?
R
ight now I
don’t care.
J
ake runs
his finger along the elastic of my panties and fingers my clit once again. This never gets old! But I decide it’s time to make some moves of my own.
I
move back
to the passenger seat and unhook my bra and remove it. I toss it in the back seat. I sit next to him in silence, topless, letting him take me all in.
S
ome women are embarrassed
about their bodies; even if they’re a ten. Not me.
I
’d consider myself a seven
, maybe an eight. But I own that seven or eight. It’s me… take it or leave it.
J
ake likes what he sees
. He has to wipe away a bit of drool from the corner of his mouth.
I
cup
my breasts and move my hands in slow motion over every inch of my 36C’s.
J
ake reaches for a breast
, yet I pull away. I want him just to watch for now and anticipate what’s to come.
I
suck
on my index finger, then trace the outside of my nipples. I’ve never seen them so raised and at attention.
I
arch
my back and squirm in my seat. Jake can’t take it any longer. He reaches over once again cups my breast for a moment before his hand slides down my abdomen towards my clit.
I
spread
my legs open as Jake walks his fingers inside my panties and inside me once again. Only this time he’s intent on making me come.
“
A
hhhh
. Ummmm. Yessss. God, Yesss,” I manage to utter as he beats me into submission.
I
erupt
from pleasure moments later.
B
ut I’m not even
close to finishing.
I
climb
over and sit on his lap, facing him. He keeps his eyes on the road in between licking and sucking my nipples.
I
press
myself against him as I feel his rock hard cock come alive as if a snake striking at a moving object.
I
reach
between our legs and unzip his pants to reveal his tidy whities. I pull down on his waistband to release his engorged member.
F
unny
how I never imagined what he looked like naked before. Stupid me.
I
t was full
, hard, pink and inviting. I lick my fingers and stroke him, but not too much. I want him to come inside of me, not the car. I want his warm jizz to shoot up inside me like a pump-action rifle.
I
swear
Jake’s moans could be heard in the next county over.
I
dry hump
Jake like a schoolgirl. That’s all that I did my teen years. Dry humping gives me a flutter of an orgasm.
R
eminds
me of the time Marty and I went into the woods. I was 13, and he was 17. He wanted to go all the way, yet I was too scared. So instead he taught me how to dry-hump him until we both orgasmed.
H
e would try
to slip his fingers up my dress and into my panties. I stopped him almost always. But there is no way I plan on pumping the breaks with Jake.
W
hile I’m sitting
on top of his member, I move my hips in a circular motion which brings us both close to the edge.
I
then pull
my panties to the side to expose my bush and clit.
I
raise
up and take his cock and rub it against my bush. God that feels good.
I
wanted
to prolong this as long as possible. But I don’t know if I have that type of discipline. I gently sit down a few inches and encapsulate his tip inside me.
I
pulsate
and vibrate from the top of my head to the tip of my toes before I slowly sit down further until Jake is totally inside me. He bites his lips and kisses my neck.
I
shift
my hips to the right ever so slightly. Jake squeals. I move my hips sharply to the left. Jake wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me in closer.
“
W
hat are
you doing to me, Sidney?” Jake mumbles.
“
A
hhh
, auhhh,” Jake utters into my ear.
I
can feel
his balls up against me as I move up and down in slow motion. The sensation is explosive. I vocalize my pleasure as I tighten my clit for more friction.
“
O
hhh
. Ohhh.”
J
ake is
ready but holds out. I can feel it. I know him.
I
bounce
up and down faster and faster towards a climax that cannot be contained.
J
ake shoots
inside me as I squirm from my intense orgasm. The warming sensation coats the inside of me.
D
id we just do this
, while driving? Seriously?
J
ake playfully bites
my shoulder and kisses me passionately while he zips himself up.
I
climb
off of him and back into the passenger seat. I grab my sweats and bra and get dressed.
“
W
ait
,” Jake commands.
I
hold
my bra in my hand. Jake stares… just stares at me for a moment before he says, “Okay.”
I
put
my bra back on, my sweats and shirt.
W
e drive
onto campus and Jake pulls into an underground parking lot. I expect us to park near the elevator. But instead, he finds a spot at the end of a very lonely row. It’s dark and silent.
J
ake turns the ignition off
. He turns to me and orders me to remove my sweatpants. I do as I am told.
“
N
ow your panties
, Sidney.” Again, I follow his instructions to the letter.
J
ake slides
my legs apart with both hands; so far apart he can see the inside of me.
J
ake squeezes
my inner thighs before he leans down and nibbles the inside of my thigh, towards my clit.
H
e surveys
my insides with both his eyes and fingers before he speaks. I await his tongue.
“
W
elcome to my world
,” Jake announces. “Game?”
“
Y
es
,” I mouthed.
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