Stepbrother Studs Quinn Read Free Page A

go around beating on girls, I know that’s as close as you’ll ever let yourself come to hurting me. But I’ll tell you something you might not know…”
    He leaned closer. “Tell me.”
    “I liked it,” I whispered. “So much, I’m shaking, Quinn.”
    “You’re fucking beautiful, Viv,” he said, his voice deepening. His hands cupped my ass, molding both sides gently while his hardening cock dug into my belly. “I fucking love you. Know that?”
    “I do. And I love you. I just need it to be enough.”
    His eyes squeezed shut for a moment, and then he opened them. They gleamed in the light. “You’re more than enough for me, baby.” He lifted one leg then another, letting me raise mine to encircle his waist. And then he went to his knees, carrying me with him.
    We held each other, face-to-face, searching each other’s expressions. I saw the boy I’d first met when I was five—a wild-haired boy with big dark eyes who’d worn a fierce frown. He didn’t like moving in with my mom. Swore he’d never be my friend. And then I’d found him in the music room, strumming on a guitar, finding the chords. I’d sat and listened, and when he stopped, I’d plopped down on the bench in front of the piano and played him a song. Beatles, I think. Something my mother had taught me.
    After that, every day we’d met in that small airless room and played. We’d both been lonely. Both needed family. We became brother and sister, our bonds tighter than our parents’ bonds with us. Something we’d needed when they’d left us.
    I gripped his shoulders and began to move up and down, fucking him, watching his eyes darken. His fingers played with my nipples, pinching and tugging, twisting them until I cried out. I loved the pain, loved his brutal attention.
    He moved again, taking me to the mattress. He pushed up my legs until my thighs were bunched against my chest, and he fucked me in earnest—long, deep thrusts that rocked me on the mattress.
    And then he stopped. Abruptly. He reached to the ground beside the mattress and picked up a tube.
    It was lubricant.
    I drew a long shaky breath.
    “Turn around,” he said, his voice flat and firm.
    I nodded, then moved, turning and tilting up my ass. He shoved at my knees until I spread them wider, opening myself.
    A moment later, cool gel rubbed around my entrance. Latex snapped.
    I didn’t dare look back, because I knew what he wanted—the one thing I’d saved just for him. He’d take it now.
    His hands landed on my butt, and he gripped both sides, rotating my globes—apart, together. And then, he fingered my asshole, rubbing around it, then slipping it inside.
    “Breathe. You know what I want. You have to relax. This is just my finger, baby.”
    He pushed deeper and I gathered the coverlet in my fists and willed myself to relax. My tight ring burned, but the heat was delicious. I’d never have trusted anyone else to do this. The fact Quinn was intent on claiming me this way blew my mind. Fuck, Quinn was going to fuck my ass! Now, I sounded like one of those groupies, thrilled to be giving him head.
    His finger pulled free, and I released a pent-up breath, then drew another as he pushed two fingers inside me. Yes, it burned as he stretched me, but it also felt… sublime. My pussy was swelling, I was so aroused. My breasts felt full and hard.
    When he’d swirled and thrust, and my ring eased, he pulled out again, then shifted behind me.
    A kiss landed on one cheek. “You’re hot, Viv. So sexy. I love your curves, your small breasts. When you shake your ass on stage, you make me hard. And now, after this, every time you do it, I’ll think of what it feels like to be gripped by your ass.”
    Somehow, he made that sound sexy. Must have been the way he growled it, but I gave a nervous laugh. “Just do it.”
    His thumbs pressed on either side of my hole, opening me, and the blunt softness of his cockhead pushed. I gripped tighter on the covers and held my breath as he