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It should have scared me.

It should have prompted me to tell him to get off me so I could escape to my room.

It didn’t.

It thrilled me.

To know that my big bad stepbrother wanted me that much, so much that he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to control himself, was exhilarating.

Ashwantedme.

And I wanted everything he’d give me.

Maybe I’d hate myself later, but I was too turned on to care about anything other than getting Ash’s pornstar dick inside me.

“What?” I suppressed a grin. “You saying you don’t want to fuck me?”

“Jules.”

“You don’t want to be the first to put your dick in me? You don’t want toclaimm—”

Ash let out a primal growl and somehow managed to spin me around without letting go of my wrists. I ended up facing the wall, my arms crossed in front of me, as he held me against his big body.

“Last chance, Jules,” he rasped in my ear, his hot breath ghosting over my neck and sending shivers through me.

“Ash.” I leaned back against him.

“Fuck,” he snarled, grinding his rock-hard cock against my ass. He let go of my wrists, wrapped one arm around my waist, and gripped my ass with his other hand.

My eyes fluttered shut.

“You’re such a slut, Jules,” he rasped in my ear, squeezing my ass so hard it hurt.

The pain only added to my pleasure.

“I bet you’ve been dreaming about me fucking you.” He squeezed again, then gave my asscheek a hard slap, the sound echoing in the room.

“Fuck!”

“That’s right. You know who this belongs to.” He spanked me again and chuckled when I moaned.

Seemed I had a thing for being spanked. That was news to me.

“Moan for me, slut.” He soothed the spot he’d spanked, gently rubbing the area with his hand. “I bet you think about me when you jerk off.”

I sagged back against him, hating how much I loved when he talked to me like this.

What was wrong with me that I got off on him calling me a slut and degrading me?

“You think about my dick when you fuck yourself with your fingers? Or maybe you use a toy?”

He slid his hand under the back of my jeans. They were tight enough only the tips of his fingers fit, and he rubbed them over the top of my ass.

“Do you use toys, slut?”

“Yes,” I whispered, my head fuzzy and my body buzzing, desperate for more.

“Yeah, you do.” He bit down on my neck, right where it met my shoulder, and worried my skin between his teeth.


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