Free BAD LUST: A Stepbrother Romance (A Step Over the Line Book Book 1) by Aurora Hayes, Ana W. Fawkes Page B

was that good. There ’ s
only way to find out.
    Jake breaks the kiss and grits his
teeth. Both his hands touch my face. He ’ s
on knees before me. I ’ m
blinking fast, trying to keep the room spinning even more than it already is.
    “ Jade …”
    “ Since
when do you give a shit? ” I
ask. “ You ’ re a fucking asshole, Jake. ”
    “ Wow,
thanks for being so honest. ”
    “ Like
you don ’ t know that? ”
    He frowns a little and then nods.
He looks to the door and grits his teeth again.
    I can ’ t
imagine what would happen if we were caught. What his mother and my father
would do. Talk about ruining a special moment for them, huh? But it ’ s like they care about us. I
mean, Rebecca seems cool and I kind of think of her as a celebrity, but Jake
hates her.
    “ Fuck
this, ” Jake says. “ You want it, sweetie? You ’ re going to fucking earn it. But
right now, I ’ m hungry for a
little snack. ”
    “ A …”
    His hands slid down to my chest.
Over my shirt, squeezing my breasts. It ’ s
like he ’ s squeezing the
wetness down between my legs. I ’ m
a gushy mess and the scent is starting to become noticeable. I ’ ve just never been talked to or
touched like this. I ’ ve
never needed it like this either. The uncontrollable urge that won ’ t stop or even slow down for a
second.
    When his fingers flirt with the
bottom of my shirt I put my hands to the bed and brace myself. But my shirt
doesn ’ t go up though.
Instead, Jake grabs my waist and pulls me toward him. I know exactly now what
he wants to taste.
    Me. My body. My … pussy …
    I open my legs and look down at
him. I ’ m taken right back
to the night we had sex. To the way he commanded me around. Questioning my
virginity yet acting like he really enjoyed it.
    His hands are aggressive and he
grabs the side of my panties. He looks at me with a snarl look on his face. We
don ’ t speak a word and Jake
literally tears my panties off. He rips the side of them and then tears them
off my body. All I can do is groan. My body tingles with anticipation for what ’ s next. I ’ m helpless and hopeless to him and for him. For a
few seconds I feel like I ’ m
just watching something happen to someone else.
    But then I feel Jake ’ s hands on my inner thighs. He
squeezes and looks at me. He ’ s
shaking his head. The hesitation in his actions are a lie compared to the look
in his eyes. He wants it. He ’ s
wants it because it ’ s me.
And because it ’ s so wrong.
But so right. And good.
    The second Jake licks me, I cry
out. My entire body tenses and jumps. From just one flick of that damn tongue.
He does it again, licking bottom to top, the tip of his tongue slicing like
someone eating a delicious ice cream cone on a hot day. He then reverses his
tongue, back down. I feel him move beyond me for a second and I clench up.
    What the fuck is he thinking?
    But he ’ s just teasing me. He ’ s
fucking with me … my
emotions and then fucking me with his tongue. The next time he tastes me, he goes
right in for it. His lips over my pussy, suckling my soft and sensitive skin. I
thrust at him, trying to hold my mouth shut. I know I ’ m drunk and I know this is all crazy, but I also
know that a loud enough of a cry will attract attention to this.
    I ’ m
not sure I really care if we get caught … I just don ’ t want it to
stop. At all. 
    Jake ’ s
tongue is wild and perfect. His teeth graze my tender clit and I take handfuls
of bed sheets. My mind fears he ’ s
going to hurt me, but my body wants more. I want to be tested. I want to be put
to that threshold, taken to that ledge, and left there to see what happens.
    “ Fuck,
sweetie, ” Jake says, his
breath flooding my sex. “ You
taste as good as I remember. So sweet. So wet. And fucking … tight …”
    Before I can speak his tongue
presses to my throbbing hole. He slips inside me, making circles. He then pulls
back out and worked right back up to my clit. Jake the asshole is a