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I lick up to her ear and suckle on the lobe, only to return to her mouth to take the kiss down deeper, darker into all those decadent and depraved erotic areas.
It’s a kiss that’s sex, and she’s mine to toy with, kissing me back, following me, seeking me when I draw the kiss right back. There open and splayed for me when I tumble us back down into the craven desires that beat between us.
She’s fire in my arms, pure unadulterated fire. She’s supposed to also be fucking off-limits. Too young, too forbidden, too whatever the fuck is out there. You name it, and she’s it.
Karlee’s gasping, grinding against me, the short skirt riding high. I sweep my hand down from her tit, right between her thighs, to find her hot and wet. Ready for the taking.
Fuck. She’s so ripe, drenched for me. The way she’s rubbing on my hand, pushing into me. I form a fist because otherwise, I’m going to end up fingering her, tasting that steaming heat of her tight pussy in moments flat.
I kiss her again, biting kisses that are animalistic, raw, and bleeding sex, pure carnality. She rocks on my fist, making it hot, wet, and she shudders. Fuck, fuck, fuck. She’s coming on me.
It’s a thing of beauty of art. I pull her head to the side and bite her hard on her throat, sucking, and she shudders again, a small, breathy moan of delight and release whispering around me.
I’d have taken her for a screamer, but this . . . this is hotter than that. This is?—
Oh, fucking hell. This is my best friend’s little sister, who might as well be jailbait, considering our age difference. I lift my mouth from her, loosen my hold on her hair, and press my palm into the wall as I pull my hand from between her legs and wrap it around her throat, thumbing her chin up so she’s looking at me with unfocused violet eyes.
Slowly, they focus.
“Don’t mess with shit you shouldn’t, Karlee,” I say, “or you just might get burned.”
“Maybe,” she whispers, voice a ragged, wet dream, “I want that.”
“No, you fucking well don’t. You’ve got no idea who or what you’re grinding that sweet pussy on. No idea the things I could have done to you.”
“I wanted?—”
“What? To act like a bitch in heat?” My words are deliberately cruel, but I need to shut this shit down. “Rub one out on me because I’ll take your crumbs as some kind of fucking win?”
“That’s not?—”
“I’m not one of the little college boys you play with, Karlee. I’m a fucking man, so do you want to strip down and get on your knees and suck my cock? Let me fuck your face? I will. And then I’ll take the rest of your holes. I won’t give a fuck about holding your hand or whispering you’re pretty. I’ll fucking take and keep on taking.”
She licks her lips like she wants to say something, but she doesn’t look away, and I give her points for that.
“Now, thank your lucky stars you got away with this stunt and go to fucking bed.”
I release her, and she staggers like she’s going to fall over, but she doesn’t. She gives me a look that’s half anger, half defiance, and a generous sprinkling of contempt that I don’t blame her for.
I go to the kitchen and open and close cabinet doors to check the supplies.
As though I don’t have a raging boner.
As though nothing happened.
As though I’m taking anything in as I open and close the fucking doors.
I don’t look at her. I keep my back half to her, but her reflection’s there in the kitchen window she escaped from, and I look away from that too.
If Fallon heard the way I spoke to Karlee . . .
Yeah, I’d kill me too.
“Go to fucking bed, I’m bored now,” I say.
Karlee makes a sound, and then she stomps off.
Fuck. I open the fridge and stand at it, leaning on the door. I close my eyes, temples pounding. Usually, I can handle things better than that.
