RICH BOY BRIT (A Bad Boy Stepbrother Romance) Read Free

It was too big. Good ol’ Jessica couldn’t take a dick like that, but the wolf could.
    I pulled my panties down (damp on my hand) and kicked them off my ankles. I was about to kick my heels off, too, when the lion laid his dagger-hand on my leg. “Keep them on,” he said, in the tone of a man who will accept nothing else.
    He knows what he wants, I thought, a thrill moving through me, touching every part of me. It was refreshing to meet a man who knew what he wanted, and was willing to take it. The boys at college—and they were boys, most of them, even the puffed-up frat boys who thought they were the manliest men around—were not like that at all. They were timid, mouse-like. I stopped kicking my heels off and opened my legs, baring my pussy for him.
    He ran his hand up my leg, from my calf to my thigh, and then to my pussy. I closed my eyes and focused on the ball of wet heat down there as he slid his finger inside of me. He wiggled it deep within me, massaging my sweet spot. My pussy went tight, and a mini-orgasm shot from the heat and took my body. When I opened my eyes, the lion’s jacket and shirt were off. He had tattoos on his torso, too, I saw. Across his chest he had a swirling pattern that was like a tribal tattoo, only colored blue and red, like the dagger. His six-pack, hard-muscled belly was tattooed with two daggers, brothers of the one on his hand, with drops of blood dripping down toward his cock.
    I pulled my dress over my head (careful not to disturb the mask). Then he leaned down, lifted me, and undid my bra with one expert motion. My small, pert breasts were loose. My nipples went hard. He tweaked them casually, and then knelt down and fished a condom from his pants pocket.
    “You’re well prepared,” I commented.
    “You should always be well prepared,” he replied, sliding the condom onto his rock-hard cock. “You never know when you’ll meet a sexy as hell wolf, do you?”
    I opened my arms to him, gesturing him. I had never wanted so badly for a man to be inside of me. Losing my virginity, and the spattering of experiences after that, were nothing compared with this. I had never felt such heat, such intensity. My arms and legs, my hands, my feet, my breasts, my nipples, my clit and deep inside my pussy—all of it ached. All of it begged to be touched by the lion. He fell atop my, bracing his arms around either side of my head. I reached up and grabbed his muscles, feeling the curvature of them, how they bulged. He was built like a quarterback, tight and honed and muscular.
    The lion looked into my eyes. “Are you ready?” he asked.
    “Yes,” I replied.
    His cock slid into my pussy. It was so huge that all I felt for the first few minutes was a white-hot pain. He thrust into me slowly, opening my pussy, and then it got used to him and spread. It opened for his cock, and then the pain was replaced with pleasure, a deep pleasure that sent hot tendrils throughout my body. I gripped his arms harder, digging my fingernails in. “Fuck me hard,” I squeaked. “Fuck me hard .”
    The lion’s gaze turned to my breasts, his breath coming quick, his cock deep inside of me. And then he began to pound me. He forced his cock deep inside of me, pounding me hard, in and out, in and out so fast that I couldn’t distinguish any single movement. All I felt was burning. My pussy was on fire. That was how it felt, like everything below my waist was engulfed in flames. I never knew fucking could feel so damn good.
    I lifted my legs, pointed my toes, and bounced up and down no his huge cock. He fucked me hard. Sweat covered both of us, dripping from his muscular pecs onto my breasts, but I didn’t care. We were two animals, fucking madly. I moved my hands from his arms to his back, which was as muscled as the rest of him, and dragged my fingernails down his skin.
    “Yes,” he moaned. “Fuck, yes.”
    His voice was like a trigger. When I heard it, something fired inside of me. His cock pounded into