Beast: An MMA Stepbrother Romance Read Free Page B

eyes.
    “It’s Emma.”
    “Have you ever fucked an MMA fighter before, Emma?”
    My teeth come down hard on my lower lip as I shake my head no.  I feel his body shudder with laughter, and the heat between my legs starts to throb.
    “Then you’re in for a treat.  I know how to use every inch of my body to get what I want, and what I want is to fuck that curvy little body of yours until you scream.”
    God, he’s so arrogant.  I bet he checks out his naked body in the mirror for thirty minutes every morning.  But who cares?  I’m not here because I like this guy, I’m here because my inner Gina came out and decided that brain-melting casual sex in a locker room was what I wanted to do tonight.  So let’s do it.
    I try to turn around again, but Beast doesn’t let me.  Instead, he moves his mouth onto mine and claims it with his tongue. 
    Holy crap, he’s a good kisser.  In less than a minute’s time, I’m running my fingers through his stupid perfect hair and moaning into his mouth like I’m in a porno.  Then, he puts his hands on my body, and I can’t believe how strong he is.  He could toss me around like it was nothing if he wanted to, but he’s way too greedy for that.  He wants me right here in front of him, so he can claim my breasts and cup my ass with his massive, tattooed fighter’s hands.
    And I want him to.  I want him to peel off those little black shorts, strip me down to nothing, and ravage my naked body.  What the hell has gotten into me?
    Any second thoughts I might have about any of this go out right out the window as soon as Beast’s hands grasp the bottom of my dress and start pulling it up above my hips.  Before I know it, my dress is on top of the lockers along the left wall, and I’m pressing up against Beast in nothing but my bra and panties.
    My whole face starts to flush as Beast squeezes me tight against him.  Then, his hands invade the back of my panties, claiming my ass like it’s his new favorite toy as he presses his king-sized bulge into my bellybutton and kisses my hard, swollen nipple through my bra.
    Nobody’s ever made me feel this way before, especially not my first and only ex-boyfriend.  He could barely handle a clarinet, much less a female body.  The impossibly sexy MMA-fighting brute currently peeling my panties off is everything he isn’t, and it shocks me how my body responds to his touch.  I bet if he wanted to take me back to his place and have his way with me all night…I’d let him.
    Beast gets down onto his knees to pull my panties the rest of the way off, and I have to fight the urge not to lean forward and press my sex against his face while he does it.  Once I’m totally bottomless, he grabs my thighs, spreads them apart a little, and admires me.  God, if he starts licking me down there, I literally might die.
    But Beast has other plans, for now at least.  Pulling my legs apart, he guides them down into a sitting position so that I’m spread wide open on the bench.  As he gets up, I can’t help myself:  I reach out and touch the bulge in the front of his shorts. 
    Oh God, it’s huge!  He’s so thick beneath my hand that it doesn’t even feel real.
    I gasp as Beast grabs my wrist and presses my hand harder against his cock.  “Bigger than you’re used to?”
    I think we both know the answer to that.  Beast runs my hand up his length with a ridiculously cocky expression on his face, and I subconsciously spread my legs wider.
    “Just wait until you feel it inside you.”
    With that, Beast lets my hand go, leaving me burning on the bench while he goes over to his locker, pulls out a foil packet, and rips it open in one smooth motion.  Then, holding the packet in his hand, he walks slowly over to me, until I’m at eye level with his crotch.
    “Ready when you are.”  He smirks, and looks down at his shorts, thrusting his hips forward in my direction.  Heart beating and hands shaking, I reach out towards this shorts,