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My Step-Dad's Brother(6)

By:Fiona Davenport



“Are you a virgin, Maggie?” I asked quietly. It wouldn’t make me want her any less if she wasn’t, but I couldn’t help hoping that I would be the only one to ever see, taste, and be inside her. She nodded and I swallowed hard, resisting the urge to shout to anyone listening that this girl was mine. All fucking mine.

Running a finger along the seam of her shorts, I exhaled heavily and rasped, “I knew you’d be wet for me, baby doll.” The white material between her legs was drenched. I could smell her arousal and it was fucking intoxicating. “Looks like these shorts are ruined. Good thing you weren’t ever going to wear them again.” Finding the right spot, I put pressure on the little nub I knew was hidden in beneath the fabric. She gasped again and instinctively tried to close her legs. I growled and kept them open, circling the area again with one digit.

She whimpered, and I knew I was one sound away from ripping her clothes off and latching my mouth onto her pussy. Quickly, I closed her legs and turned them so they dropped to the floor. She started to say something, but I held up my hand for silence. I needed a minute.

Closing my eyes, I took deep breaths and counted, focusing hard on each number until I finally had myself under control. I was still hard as fucking steel, but at least I knew I wouldn’t lose it and take her on the fucking floor.

I stood and pulled her up with me. “Good night, Maggie.” I kissed her forehead before turning her to face the room’s entrance and patting her plump ass to get her moving.

She put up a little resistance and turned her head to look at me with surprise. “But—I don’t understand. Don’t you want—”

“Fuck, yes, I want,” I growled. I kissed her forehead again to soften my response and chuckled. “That doesn’t mean I’m going to give in and make one of us a felon in most states. Now go on to bed and we’ll talk more about all of this after the wedding.”

She was staring up at me with those big, clear blue eyes, so full of want and I couldn’t resist. I pulled her into my arms and crushed my mouth over hers. Her arms locked around my neck and she molded her body to mine. It felt fucking fantastic and I was desperate to taste her. I skimmed my tongue across the seam of her lips and she immediately opened for me. I groaned and held her tighter with my hands splayed on her back, as my tongue pushed in and tangled with hers.

After a minute, I tore myself away and stepped back, keeping her at arm’s length. “Upstairs, baby doll.”

She licked her lips and I almost gave in to kissing her again but before I did, she spun around and jogged up the stairs.



My gaze drifted to the digital clock on the night stand for the millionth time since I’d gone to bed. One AM. Then I returned to staring at the ceiling. One AM.

She’d been eighteen for an hour. It took everything I had in me to keep from sneaking up the stairs to claim Maggie. I turned on my side, away from the clock, and punched my pillow, trying to get comfortable. My wood was making it very difficult.

A sound reached my ears and I sat up in bed, looking in the direction from which it came. It was the creak of my door opening. Moonlight was streaming in through a set of glass doors that went out to a patio and it cast a glow over Maggie as she slipped inside the room.

She looked fucking amazing. She was wearing a long, thin, sleep shirt that stretched across her breasts. Her beaded nipples were poking through, making my mouth water.

“What are you doing here, baby doll?” My voice was gruff and too late, I realized how harsh it sounded. Her body froze, the smile on her face slipping and her shoulders sagging.

“Sorry,” she whispered, and started to turn.

“Maggie.” I intended to soothe her worry, assure her I still wanted her and send her back to bed.

She looked back at me over her shoulder and the sight was so innocently seductive, I found myself holding out my hand instead, as my good intentions flew out the window. Her gaze dropped to it and then a sweet smile once again graced her face as she padded over to me.

I sat up and swung my feet over the side of the bed. Taking her wrists, I tugged her forward until she was forced to climb onto my lap, straddling me. Her T-shirt rode up her thick thighs and I saw a peek of underwear between her legs. Thank fuck. I was also extremely grateful that I’d chosen to sleep in my boxer briefs, instead of naked. Both layers of underwear weren’t much protection, but it was something.

Sliding my hands up her legs and under her top, I held her at the waist. Her heated skin burned the pads of my fingers and sent sparks of electricity throughout my entire body.

“I’m sorry, babe.” I punctuated my apology with a kiss to the tip of her nose. “I didn’t mean to sound angry. It’s just that I want you so much, having you here is torture.”

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