Page 35 of Beautiful Desire
Without thinking, I reach into the cupboard and grab the bottle, not wanting her to struggle. Her breath hitches, and it’s not until I hand her the medicine that I realize how close our proximity is. Our bodies are practically flush, and with each heavy inhale she takes, her breasts brush against my chest, sending my blood ablaze. My gaze drops down, and it’s not lost on me how easy it would be to kiss her. To feel her full, slightly parted lips on mine, slip my tongue inside, explore every corner of her mouth.
Fuck me, it’s unreal how badly I want that.
To kiss my stepsister again.
And feel her body melt against mine when I do it.
I lift my gaze, noticing how blown Georgia’s pupils are, and the sight makes me feral. She reaches for the bottle, but before she can she grab it, I lift it out of reach. My heart thunders as she clicks her tongue against her teeth and rolls her eyes. “Give it to me.” Despite her attempt at sounding stern, her voice is rough and nothing more than a whisper, telling me everything I need to know… I’m not the only one feeling the electricity between us.
“You know,” I murmur while I lean down and brush the tip of my nose against hers. “I meant what I said the other day.”
Georgia doesn’t pull back or shy away from holding my gaze, and while that’s not surprising to me in the least, it does turn me the fuck on. “And what, exactly, was it that you said again?” she rasps, with an arch to her brow, breath minty and hot as it fans across the lower half of my face.
Wrapping my arm around her hip and tugging her body into mine, I bring my lips to hers. “Let me make you feel better, Peach.” I breathe the words into her mouth, feeding them to her while my hand slides down and palms her fat ass through her tiny fucking shorts, grinding ever-so-slightly against her, and as her eyelids flutter and her breath hitches, I know she feels what she’s doing to me.
How fucking hard I am for her.
“You wish,” she drawls, yet doesn’t make any attempt to move.
“Why not?” My brows wrinkle as a smirk curls my lips. “You certainly enjoyed yourself the first time.”
“I already told you that shouldn’t have happened.”
Brushing my bottom lip across her top one, my cock throbs as she slightly tilts her head back as if to give me better access, and I don’t know if she even realizes she’s doing it. “Yeah, butwho gives a fuck about what weshouldn’tdo. You know you want to.”
Huffing out a breath, she says, “It’s cute how confident you are while beingsowrong.”
“You think so?”
“Uh, yeah, I know you are.” Georgia snorts, but her tits brush against my chest with each rapid, shallow breath she takes. I don’t care what she says; she wants to give in, wants to let me do this, but she’s too damn stubborn.
“Come on, Peach,” I murmur, voice lowering. “I wanna feel your fucking clit pulsate against my tongue again, hear your sexy little moans as I make you come hard for me.”
Give in, Georgia. Fuck, just give in already.
“We can’t do that, Fletcher,” she croaks, but she’s full of shit. I can see it in her glassy eyes how much she wants this.
“Nobody has to know what we do inside this house, Peach. It’s just you and me here.” I nip at her bottom lip, feeling her body tremble against mine. “I’ll do anything. Just let me make you feel better. Let me make you come.” It feels like I might actuallydieif I don’t have her, and I’ve never felt anything like it. “Please,” I beg, way too gone to care how pathetic I sound. “I’ll be such a good boy, Peach. Let me be a good boy for you.”
When Georgia responds, it’s not with words. Surging forward, she presses her lips to mine, and it’s instant, the way my body kicks into gear. Tossing the bottle of pills on the counter, I grab the backs of her thighs, hoisting her into my arms while my tongue slips past her lips. I swallow her moans as she wraps her legs around my waist. Throwing every last ounce of pent-up tension and need into this kiss, I carry Georgia to my room and lay her down on the edge of the bed before dropping to my knees in front of her.
Here we fucking go.
17
Fletcher
Fuck. Yes. This is happening.
My heart is a chaotic beat in my chest, the blood running through my veins like lava as I glance beside me, swiping a discarded towel off the floor.
“Lift up,” I mutter, tapping the side of Georgia’s thigh with the back of my hand. Once I have the towel tucked under her body, she pulls herself up on her elbows, peering down at me with a lust-drunk gaze as my fingers slip into the waistband of her shorts and tug them down. My cock throbs as I find her commando under the tiny pajamas. Tossing them to the side, I use both hands to spread her thighs, unabashedly drinking in the sight of my stepsister’s cunt. “Fuck, such a sexy pussy, Peach.”
“I’m still on my period,” she murmurs almost shyly, cheeks pinkening as she unsuccessfully tries to close her legs.
“I don’t give a fuck about that,” I growl, flicking my gaze up to her. She bites down on her bottom lip, brows pinched, as she watches me grab the white string hanging out of herand gently pull it out. Tossing it in the trash beside my bed, I bring two fingers up to my mouth, coating them with saliva before dragging them through her slick, puffy lips. “I’m about to fuckingdevourthis cunt, Peach, and a little blood ain’t gonna stop me.”
As I sink onto Georgia’s hot cunt, her jaw goes slack, and she lets out the sexiest moan. It’s music to my ears. “That’s right, Peach, be fucking loud for me,” I drawl, slowly working the two fingers in and out of her. Bringing my mouth to her clit, I circle the hardened bud with the tip of my tongue before closing my lips around it and sucking.
