Stepbrother Studs: Sean Read Free

against the tip until my belly jerked and moisture spilled from inside me.
    “Enough!” I slid my hands between us and covered my breasts. “I’m not coming from you playing with my breasts. I want you inside me.”
    “Afraid I can’t get you off again?”
    “I’ve never had more than one orgasm at a time.”
    “Baby, how did you make yourself come?”
    His voice was low and sexy, and I couldn’t stop myself from answering even though it was embarrassing to admit. “With my fingers. On my clit.”
    “Show me.” He moved down my body and knelt between my thighs. “Don’t be shy. Show me.” He stroked his cock. “I’ve imagined you sliding your fingers between your legs to pleasure yourself a million times, baby. Show me what it really looks like.”
    Put that way, I could hardly deny him. I’d been the center of his fantasies.
    I lifted my fingers to my mouth and licked them slowly. With one hand, I used my fingers to spread my lips while lifting to expose my clit to the air.
    His breath hitched as he stared at the red little nubbin. Then I spread the moisture on my fingertips atop my clit, rubbing it in circles, slowly at first, and then harder and faster as arousal coiled in my belly.
    Again, I mewled, and arched my back, aware of the sexy sounds I made and my tightly beaded nipples. When I let go of my folds and thrust a finger inside me, I began to pump my hips, grinding against my hand, reaching deep as I continued to rub my clit.
    At last, Sean covered my hands with his and drew them away from my pussy. “Damn, that was sexy. Better than I imagined.”
    I pouted. “I almost came.”
    “Thought you wanted to come with me inside you.”
    “I’m beginning to think all you want to do is tease me to death.” I sat up and reached for his cock, wrapping my fingers around his shaft. “Maybe you need to know how that feels.”
    “You ever sucked a man’s cock?”
    I shook my head. “Can’t be that hard.”
    “Dare you to say that again.” He clasped the hand holding his dick and gave it a squeeze.
    I tossed my hair back and went to my knees while he continued to kneel. Then I bent low.
    A bead of cum bubbled at the narrow slit. Curious about the taste, I licked it up, then groaned. Salty, musky. My favorite flavor now.
    His fingers combed through my hair, then fisted at the back of my head. He lifted my head until I our gazes locked. “Slide that hot, wet mouth down my dick, Rose.”
    Good Lord, he used the same tone he had when he’d told me to sight down the barrel of a rifle and take a shot. His voice was hard and low. And the tug on my hair wasn’t gentle.
    I opened my mouth wide and fit my lips around the crown, then let him guide me, his hand rising and lowering, still clutching my hair, showing me how deep he wanted me to take him inside. I gagged when the head of his cock hit the back of my throat.
    “Relax, baby. Ease open. Let me slide deeper. You can do this.”
    And I did, breathing noisily through my nose as he eased into my throat. I could barely breathe, but I didn’t care, his big, thick cock was all the way down my throat and my pussy was so fucking hot I couldn’t resist slipping a hand between my legs to touch my clit.
    “No!” He raised my head all the way off and let go of my hair.
    I sat swaying, sweat sprouting on my forehead and cheeks. My body felt steamy and pliant and all I could do was stare at his long, glistening cock. I wanted it inside me, wanted him so deep neither of us knew where one ended and the other began.
    I raised my gaze. “Please fuck me, Sean. Please.”
    He lay on his back, and gestured with a curl of one finger. “You fuck me. Take me as slow as you need because, baby, if I was on top, I wouldn’t be able to control myself.”
    “I don’t want you in control.”
    “You may not have a hymen, thanks to your own sweet fingers, but you also haven’t had a man stretch you all the way. You’ll need to go slow.” When I pouted, he gave me a