My Sister’s Boyfriend – The Forbidden Fun Read online Cassandra Dee

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Romance, Sports Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
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“We can’t do this,” I say firmly. “It’s wrong.”

Pulling together every ounce of resolve I can muster, I get up from the couch, intending to leave the room if possible. But Hunter’s strong fingers circle my wrist and there’s a determined look in those blue eyes.

Oh my god, does he want me that bad? So much that he’s even willing to risk my sister’s wrath? I turn to look at him, and the air between us is electric. My body shivers, and everything about me feels pulled to this handsome, charismatic man. Closing my eyes I swallow hard and try to focus. I can’t sleep with Hunter Brody. It’s wrong.

But then he lets go and smiles, and I’m undone. It’s something about the innocence in his smile, and the pure, childish enthusiasm that gets to me. Suddenly, I throw myself at him, and land in his lap. Our lips meet, and he pulls me close to that hard chest.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” I whisper against his lips. “It’s wrong.”

“It’s not wrong,” he says in a deep voice. “It feels right, Catherine, and trust me when I say it’s not wrong.”

With that, his mouth descends on mine, claiming victory. I moan ecstatically, giving myself up to this man. My arms circle around his neck, and then my big breasts are pressed flat against his huge chest. He chuckles low in his throat.

“What do you want, sweet girl?” he hums while playing with the hem of my shirt. Heat floods me as his fingers inch under the fabric of my shirt, brushing over my midriff.

“Hunter,” I gasp as his lips press into my neck. His fingers are doing curious things, and soon enough, my strapless bra falls off, leaving me in nothing but my flimsy t-shirt and jeans.

“I want you,” I admit. “I want to feel you.”

Did you seriously just say that, Catherine? Do you know what you’re doing? This is your sister’s boyfriend, for heaven’s sake!

But before guilt can seep into my mind, Hunter’s mouth covers mine again, silencing all doubt. All rhythm and reason fades from my mind as our tongues wrestle for dominance.

God, I’m really doing this. With my sister’s boyfriend. In our shared apartment, where she could come in at any second. I literally masturbate to this man on a weekly basis, but now he’s here in real life!

Hunter doesn’t seem worried though. He leisurely slips his hand out of my shirt and cups my face as our bodies press against one another. Comfort and security flutter through my core as he shifts us into a more comfortable position on the couch. We’re like a pretzel right now, our limbs entwined as our kisses grow more passionate.

How long have I dreamed about this very moment? Just last night, I was twisting and turning alone in my bed, fantasizing about Hunter Brody. And now it’s real.

I pull back for a moment to look into those cobalt eyes. The hunger in his gaze takes me by surprise. He wants me, the curvy girl, that bad? But then, he seizes my mouth once more, his tongue parting my lips as his hands fumble at my t-shirt. Suddenly, with a loud rip, the football star tears the fabric clear down the middle, leaving me topless.

I stare at him, shock and arousal roiling through my core. My breasts are enormous and creamy, tipped with pink nipples that beg to be kissed. His eyes flash.

“I knew you’d be like this,” he moans before bending his head and taking one in his mouth. I let out my own sigh as hot tingles shoot from my nipples straight to my cunt.

“Oh god,” I moan, running my hands through his black hair. “Yes. More!”

My body is ready and willing. My pussy pulses as my fingers dig into his shirt and pull the cotton fabric over his head. A small gasp escapes my lips as I stare at his chiseled chest.

Wow, Hunter really is a god.

Swallowing thickly, I admire the hard-as-rock muscles of his pecs. Then, my hand stretches out as if in a dream. I have to make sure he’s real. It’s embarrassing, but he seems to understand. A smile plays at the corner of his lips as my fingertips brush over his chest like a feather.

“You have an amazing touch, Catherine,” he says. “It’s so gentle.”

“You like it soft?” I ask shyly.

“Only certain things should be soft,” he said, taking my questing hand in his own. Then slowly, he pulls it lower and lower, until my fingers rest on the hard bulge of his crotch. It seems to radiate heat as I moan, stroking the hardness through the fabric.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned, his head tilting back as I give an experimental squeeze. “That feels amazing.”

My eyes widen. I never expected him to be so thick. He feels like a rigid metal pipe, albeit one that’s burning through the material. I give it another firm squeeze, causing Hunter to grunt thickly in his throat.



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