Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 35946 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35946 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
And fuck is that a first for me.
Her moans echo through my ears as she kisses over my neck, her hands sliding around to claw at my back. My balls swell with cum as I push into her again and again, feeling her slick, tight, perfect pussy pulling me back in with every thrust. The way her nipples drag against my chest, the way the smoothness of her thighs rubs my hips. The way our bodies move like we’ve been doing this with each other our whole lives. All of it is just fucking perfection.
We start to move a little faster, my heavy balls slapping her ass and her cries urging me on. My cock is so fucking hard as I plunge into her again and again, one hand sliding down to grab her ass and spread her even more open for me. I can feel her pussy rippling up and down my length, her slick honey dripping down my balls, and as we thrust together again and again, I know we’re both going to fall.
“Ethan…”
Her voice in my ear, followed by the broken cry of pleasure that wrenches from somewhere deep inside of her, is the last I can stand. I groan, saying her name again and again into her lips as I kiss her, thrusting my thickness into her over and over again until suddenly, I feel her shatter under me.
Her hips buck up against mine, her body jolting like it’s been struck by lightning. And when I feel her sweet cunt clamp down on my cock, I can feel every single second of her coming for me. She cries out, clinging to me and gasping as my cock sinks deep inside of her and suddenly explodes. Her orgasm and mine wash over us at the same time, her pussy flooding my cock with her honey just as my hot cum erupts into her. Pulse after pulse, I roar into her lips as I empty every single drop from my balls deep inside of her, the both of us rocking together over and over until we finally collapse onto the paint-stained sheets.
We roll onto our sides, our bodies still entwined, and my cock still buried inside of her as we pant for air.
“Fuck, Emily,” I groan, swallowing as my hands stroke her skin.
“You’re telling me,” she groans, giggling as she drops her forehead to my chest. “Jesus Christ are you good at that.”
I grin, and I’m leaning in to kiss her, when suddenly, the door to the garage bangs open.
I swear, lurching out of bed as Emily hides her shriek in her hand and yanks the sheets over her. I grab a towel, wrapping it around my waist before I whirl for the railing and jut my head over to look down at whoever’s just barged in.
It’s Jamison. In the scheme of things, he’s maybe the least shittiest of the list of people who could have walked in.
“Dude, knock?”
He looks up at me, his eyes hard and his jaw tight.
“We need to talk.”
“Later, I’m busy. And fuck, man. Knock next time—”
“You can tell Ms. Hayes this concerns her, too.”
I freeze, my body going still and my eyes locking onto him.
“What are you talking about.”
Jamison rolls his eyes. “I might be your twin, but that doesn’t mean I’m an idiot too.”
“J, I don’t know what you think—”
“Hey, Ms. Hayes?” he calls out.
My eyes narrow at him as I hear the rustle behind me. I glance back to see her staring at me from under the sheets, her face white, and her eyes looking horrified.
“Look, she can stay hidden, you guys just both need to hear this from me before you hear it everywhere else.”
My gut twists, my heart dropping.
“Hear what,” I growl.
Jamison’s jaw tightens, and he shakes his head.
“I’m sorry, man,” he says quietly.
“Sorry for—”
“Ms. Hayes, Derrick Maybach found your sketchpad.”
Oh fuck.
“Your sketchpad full of, uh, detailed drawings.”
Oh FUCK.
I turn, and when my eyes lock with hers, I see the same fear written large across her face.
Five minutes ago, I had perfection. I had the woman of my dreams, the one I love, wrapped in my arms, and the rest of the world couldn’t touch us. Now, they’re about to do everything they can to destroy us.
Heaven just turned into hell, and we’re about to be screwed.
13
Ethan
Well, this is the worst-case scenario. Okay, maybe not the worst case. The worst case would have been running. I did suggest that, for the record, but Emily wouldn’t do it. That’s why we’re here, back at Winchester in Principal Kane’s office. Apparently, the cops were already at her cottage, and both of us knew running wasn’t actually a viable option, so here we are.
And again, nothing we did is a crime. Which makes me even more furious that the fucking cops are here swearing at Emily and waving cuffs around like she’s some sort of monster. My dad is yelling, the cops are yelling, Vice Principal Owens is yelling. But me? I’m just looking right at her, and she’s looking right at me, our eyes locked like it’s the only lifeline we’ve got as the chaos explodes around us.