King (Grit Chapter Book 2) (13 page)

That was okay; there was a guy right here, right now, and he was already home, and she could do whatever the hell she wanted to do with him.

“You feel that, baby?” I asked, pushing my aching cock against her stomach.

She moaned and that turned me on even more.

“I want to fuck you so damn bad, and don’t worry. I know it’s your first time, and I’ll be careful.”

“What about our parents?” she asked, growling a little.

I smiled. “Who gives a fuck what they think? You and I both know we’re not related. I’ve never once thought of you as my sister. Do you see me as your brother?”

“No.”

“Then we’ve got nothing to lose. We’re not breaking any fucking laws here, baby. They didn’t think about us long enough to give a shit when they got married. Why should we give a shit now?”

When I’d found out that my father’s latest piece of ass came with a kid, and not only was he fucking this one, he wanted to marry her, I’d been pissed. The moment I discovered my new sister would be Charlotte, I’d been so damned angry. She was the one girl at school I’d wanted and refused to approach. Lame, I know but that’s the way it is.

She was the one girl I believed I couldn’t have, the good girl, and then she was in my house, using my shower, and looking so fucking good all the time. I’d never taken the time to get to know her. Charlotte was simply one girl in my year, and that was all I knew about her.

I moved away from her, and removed my shirt so that she could get a good fucking look at what she would be turning down if she decided not to fuck me. Throwing the shirt aside, I cup her cheek and run my thumb across her bottom lip.

“Are you going to turn me down, baby? Your pussy is so damn wet; I can promise you, you’ll love every single thing I do to you.”

“What are you going to do?” she asked, licking those lips.

My cock was in fucking pain at being restrained in my jeans. I didn’t like it.

“I’m going to get you naked and lay you on the edge of my bed.” I leaned in and sucked her bottom lip into my mouth.

She gasped, arching up toward my touch.

“Then I’m going to lick your creamy cunt until you come all over my face.” I smiled as she pressed a little closer to me.

I take a step back and loop my finger within her belt loops. “Are you going to get naked for me, baby? Are you going to play with me?”

“Y
es.”

Fuck, yes, I wanted to play. I wanted to get naked and have his mouth between my thighs. I’d never been with a guy before; Derek was the first guy who’d ever made me feel like this. I was so turned on that my pussy was slick and need consumed me.

He tugged me closer to him. “Take your clothes off.”

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I stared into his normally cold eyes and was shocked by the heat inside them. He was enflamed, aroused, and all because of me. I should have been afraid and run from him, but I couldn’t move away. He had hypnotized me to the spot. I tugged my shirt off and wriggled out of my jeans at the same time he rid himself of his jeans, my mouth going dry at the sight of
that
. He was huge. I mean, really big. Painfully big.

How was he even going to fit inside me?

I wasn’t a small girl, but that thing wasn’t normal.

He wrapped his hand around it and started pumping up and down the shaft. Pre-cum leaked out of the tip, slickening up his dick.

“You’re not naked yet, Charlotte,” he said.

Glancing down, I saw I had yet to remove my bra and panties. Reaching behind me, I unhooked the catch of my bra, and it sprang off my large breasts. Yes, I’d been blessed or cursed, whichever way you looked at it, with large boobs.

I pressed the bra against my body as the reality of our situation invaded once again. He’d been with so many girls; I was going to pale in comparison.

Suddenly, his hands were in front of me, capturing my wrists, and peeling my arms away from my body.

“You don’t need to hide from me, baby.” He pressed a sweet, tender kiss to my lips and proceeded to remove my bra and panties. Derek wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me in closer to him. I took a deep breath as he surrounded me.

He moved me toward the edge of the bed, and I half expected him to throw me to the bed and pounce, but he didn’t.

Derek captured my chin and forced me to look at him. “If at any time you want me to stop, just say so. I’m not into forcing women who don’t want to be with me, understand.”

“I understand.”

“I want to make you feel good, nothing else.”

“I know.” One of the nicest things he’d said to me in a long time, he was reassuring me that it was going to be fine between us. If he were an asshole, would he do that?

I was starting to realize that there was so much more to Derek than I’d thought.

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