Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79564 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79564 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Our movements grow frantic, all thoughts of pancakes long gone. North’s calloused hands roam my bare skin, igniting sparks of pleasure with every caress. I arch into him, locking my legs tight around his back. I want him inside me and I want it now.
He knows what I want too and his hand goes to my ass, pulling me forward to press me against him harder. His thick shaft rubs between my legs, the material of his sweats only making the friction better.
North’s lips move across to my jaw, down my neck and then his teeth graze the sensitive skin at my collarbone, causing a savage shiver to run through me. I gasp and tilt my head, silently begging for more while my fingertips work to push the front of his sweatpants down. Thank God he doesn’t have them tied and he tilts his hips back to help me free him.
His cock is thick and hot in my hand, and I stroke the velvety length, scoot forward even more so my ass is nearly hanging off and rub the crown through my slickened folds.
“God damn,” he moans and without preamble, he surges forward, sheathing himself in me in one smooth thrust.
I cry out from the invasion, not because it hurts but because it feels so good, I might cry tears of joy.
North’s hand grips my hair and his face hovers over mine. He stares at me as his hips snap back and forth, slamming into me over and over again. I press one hand onto the counter, the other to his shoulder, and I hang on as he rails me right there beside his fragrant and perfectly crisped plate of blueberry pancakes.
Every thrust has me soaring, pleasure wracking my body with convulsive tremors. He drives into me with such power and confidence, I feel dizzy with the thrill of it all. The slapping sounds of our bodies mingle with grunts and moans.
North’s mouth is back on mine, swallowing all the crazy sounds I’m producing, continually hammering my body with his. He hits that one perfect spot and the coiled tension of an orgasm breaks free, causing me to scream out in pleasure.
I see stars, the orgasm crushing me in waves, and I’m vaguely aware of the doorbell chiming. North ignores it, slamming into me harder, and I swear my orgasm flares back to life. I cry out and his hand comes down over my mouth, eyes pinned to mine. They’re feverish, intense with a slight glitter of amusement. He growls low in his throat, eyes closing in ecstasy as he comes inside me, his hips still working shallowly for continued friction. With a few more ragged thrusts, he removes his hand from my mouth and presses his forehead to mine. Our chests heave and my entire body feels boneless.
I cling to North even as the doorbell rings again.
“That’s your brother,” he says, reluctantly pulling out of me.
“What?!” I exclaim, jumping off the counter and grabbing a paper towel to press between my legs.
North tucks himself in, pulls his sweats up. “He texted he was coming over this morning to check on me. I was making pancakes for him too.”
“You could have told me before I… before I…” I wave my hand wildly at the counter. “Before I let you do that to me.”
North smirks. “You did that to yourself, walking in here naked like that. What did you think was going to happen?”
Yeah, I knew exactly what was going to happen. My big nefarious plan was to minimize the joy of him making me breakfast by focusing on sex, and somehow that feels flat to me.
“I suggest you get dressed,” North says, hands to my shoulders to turn me toward the hallway that leads to the master. He gives me a slap on my butt that produces a tiny, pleasurable sting.
Not the first time he’s spanked me and hopefully not the last. I glare at him over my shoulder and scurry to the bedroom for clothes.
I leave the door open just a crack so I can listen in on their conversation while I get dressed. It’s boring and focuses on the game, and I’m thankful they’re not talking about me.
When I return to the kitchen, I’m hoping Rafferty can’t take one look at his sister and know I was just having sex next to the plate of pancakes he has before him. He’s chowing down while North is at the griddle with another batch.
He glances back at me. “How many do you want?”
“Two,” I say, moving to Rafferty where I bend down to kiss him on the cheek. “What are you doing here?”
“Just wanted to check on North to see how he was doing,” my brother says.
“You couldn’t have called? Texted for an update?” I ask from the coffee pot where I pour myself a cup. I reach over and automatically top off North’s without thinking, something I’ve been doing the last few days.