Stepbrother Studs: Sean Read Free Page A

one-sided smile. “You don’t want to be so torn up we can’t do this again tonight, right?”
    Put that way, I let my shoulders droop in defeat. I took his hand when he held it out, and accepted his tugs to get me into position—straddling his hips, his cock poised at my entrance. Then, with my gaze locked with his, I lowered.
    The broad head felt too wide to fit. I said so.
    He chuckled and reached to spread my folds. “Take it easy, baby. Inch down me. You’re gonna kill me, but I won’t move a muscle.”
    I pressed downward, moaning as he slipped inside me, then I rose again and lowered, this time without any discomfort, just a sexy stretch that convinced me I needed more.
    I rose and lowered, taking him by inches until my channel and his cock were soaked with my juices, and I was nearing his groin.
    “You can change up the motions,” he whispered.
    “Show me.”
    He gripped my hips and made a circle, screwing me down his cock. At last, I rested against him. The feeling was so foreign, but glorious. I shook back my hair and moaned again.
    “Sean, you’re so deep inside me. I love the way this feels.”
    His fingers bit my hips, and I glanced down. His face was tight, teeth bared. I’d pushed him to his limits.
    I bent over him and gave him a slow, wet kiss. When I broke away, I hovered over his mouth. “Can you finish this, please?” I whispered. “I’d love to watch you fuck me.”
    His eyes darkened and he wrapped his arms around my back and rolled, not stopping until he was on top.
    The change of angle and pressure excited me.
    “You have to move,” I said, urgency plain in my tight voice.
    He drew his arms from under me and rested on one elbow as he glided a hand from my breast to my lower belly. “I love the way you feel under me, baby. I’m gonna get a little wild. Think you can take it?”
    I nodded, eager for him to begin. Already, my body was quivering. My thighs clenched around his hips. When I framed his face with my hands, I lifted my head to give him another searing kiss. “Baby, do it. Give it to me hard.”
    I did have an inkling now of exactly what that meant. A hint of how it would feel, and my pussy clamped around his cock.
    “Fuck, you’re tight.” He hissed air between his teeth. “Feels so fucking good.”
    Encouraged, I tightened and released, and tightened again.
    His eyes shot opened and he narrowed them. “You’re a fast learner.”
    “You should know. You taught me how to shoot in a day.”
    He laughed, and then shook his head. “Well, hold on. This could get rough.”
    Smiling, I waited as he braced himself on his hands and began to move inside me, gentle drives, at first, then gradually stronger and sharper.
    The harder he thrust, the more the tension tightened inside me.
    “I’m close,” I said, my breath ragged.
    His expression grew taut, sweat slicking his back and chest. I ran my hands over his body, reveling in the feel of his hard, rippling frame. And then my head felt heavy as pressure built. I keened and sank my nails in his ass as he powered into me. Pleasure exploded and I cried out again, arching under him, undulating wildly. As though from a distance, I heard the wet slaps as our bodies met, the soft grunts he gave as he pounded inside me.
    When his shout rang out, I gave him a tired smile and clung to him. We rested, him squeezing the breath out of me with his weight, but I didn’t mind. We were joined. Connected in a primal way. I was his—and Sean was mine.
    Mine.
    He stirred and began to withdraw, but I groaned and held him fast against me.
    “You can’t breathe,” he murmured.
    “Then I’ll die happy,” I quipped.
    In moments, I was asleep.
    * * * *
    The next morning, I woke alone in the bed with the most delicious sound coming from the bathroom. Water was falling.
    I flipped back the covers and padded to the doorway. My breasts ached from the strong pulls of his mouth in the early morning hours. My pussy was swollen and hot from overuse.