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

my sweet spot, each thrust jolting heat through me. My pussy went super-tight around his cock, so tight that I could feel him forcing past the tightness to keep fucking me. I had never squirted before—I didn’t even know I could —but I did then. My head became heavy and I clamped my eyes shut and buried my face in his sweaty chest, pressing the wolf mask against his skin, and I squirted all over his huge, hard cock. He kept pounding me as I came, my screams muffled by the mask and his chest, and then he grabbed my throat, choking me.
    He released me for a short second. “Do you like it like that?” he breathed.
    I had never tried it like that, but the idea of the lion grabbing me, choking me, turned me on even more. “Yes,” I nodded. “Do it.”
    He grabbed my throat and I was utterly helpless. His cock moved fast, pounding me, and then I came again. I came hard, so hard that I didn’t even realize that he was coming, too, until afterward, until he rolled to the side and lay on his back.
    I leaned up in the bed, sober now, my limbs aching, panting like after a ten-mile run.
    “That was the best sex I’ve ever had,” the lion said matter-of-factly. It didn’t have the ingratiating, flattering tone that other men would use when saying something like that. He really meant it, I felt.
    “Me, too,” I said honestly.
    We said little else. When we dressed, we kept our masks on. Neither of us asked for the other’s name. I think we both knew that that would ruin it. This night had been something magical. Knowing who the lion was, knowing who the wolf was, would break the magic.
     

     

Eli
     
    The morning after I met the wolf woman, with her perky breasts and her amazing figure, with her tight, hot pussy and her amazing ass which I could not get out of my head, I got a text from my mom saying she wanted to meet. I really could not get this woman out of my head. I’d booked the hotel room so I didn’t have to travel through the city at night when I was drunk, but I’d never imagined having amazing sex like that with a complete stranger. My nose was filled with the scent of her perfume, which was a curious and beautiful mixture of fresh-cut grass and rain.
    Before meeting Mom, I checked out of the hotel and rode the bus to my apartment in the center of the city. I was a second-year at Bristol University (I had left the halls and the animal-like living behind, mostly) and now rented a one-bedroom slap-bang in the middle of Bristol. I showered and changed, my lion mask atop my wardrobe in case I needed it again. Breakfast was a quick bowl of cereal and a huge mug of coffee to fight away the mild hangover.
    I never learned her name. That was what got me the most. I had spent a night with this woman without ever learning her name. It was horrible. I needed to know her name. I needed to know her. She was easily the best sex I’d ever had. When I’d told her that, I’d meant it. I was usually pretty calm, pretty laid back. I didn’t go crazy with anxiety when I had to give presentations at university, like some of my classmates did, and I wasn’t squeamish about talking to women. But when I thought of the wolf woman, I felt like a boy at a school disco. My palms became sweaty and I found myself staring at the floor.
    I rode the bus to the café, climbed off, and waited just outside. It was a Saturday morning, and Bristol was alive. Students were everywhere, gamers with baggy t-shirts and long shorts, glamorous women with expensive handbags, determined students with glasses and tons of books cradled precariously in their arms, and then the non-students, the single mothers pushing prams and the men in suits with sausage rolls from the bakery in one hand and their smart phones in the other. The street where Mom wanted to meet me was one of the quieter ones, but I could see through the glass that the place was still half full. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. But her body, the way she moaned, the way we