Stepbrother Studs: Warren: A Stepbrother Romance Read Free Page A

tongue at my clit, and I screamed. 
     
    Pleasure exploded, so instant, so complete, I held there, suspended, as I pushed my pussy against his mouth, begging him silently not to stop. 
     
    Warren never let up, licking and fluttering at it, then sucking it until I keened and fell back, my entire body quivering. 
     
    He climbed up my body and slipped his arms beneath me, cradling me against his chest.
     
    “You okay?”  he whispered beside my ear. 
     
    I nodded, unable to speak as I continued to shiver.  At last, I wrapped my arms around him and held him tight. 
     
    “Do it again.” 
     
    “That exact act?” 
     
    “No, make me come.  I’ve rubbed my clit before... I’ve come... but never like that.”  I hid my face in the corner of his neck, his skin slick with sweat.  I stuck out my tongue and gave him a lick.  “Mmmm.  Salty.” 
     
    “Don’t do that.”  He choked on a laugh. 
     
    “Why? You don’t like it?” 
     
    “I do, but it makes me think about what else you might lick.” 
     
    “Your penis?”  My whole body brightened at the thought. 
     
    “Yes.” .His body shook with silent laughter.  “And if I let you do that now, we’ll never get to the one thing you want most.” 
     
    “You know what that is?” 
     
    “My cock—fucking you.  Am I wrong?” 
     
    I wanted more, but fucking was a nice place to start so I nodded.  “Yes.” 
     
    Warren removed his arms from beneath me and settled onto an elbow as he slid a hand down my belly and slipped his fingers through my slit.  A single finger entered me, drawing down more moisture.  He slipped another inside and, while he gently rubbed my clit with his thumb, he watched my expression. 
     
    I couldn’t hide anything.  Not my discomfort when he filled me with three fingers.  Not my growing excitement as he finger-fucked me, stroking in and out, until I was juicy—so wet the fluid seeped into the crease of my buttocks and wet the sheet beneath me. 
     
    I didn’t dare touch him.  Now, I didn’t want to hurry him.  I loved everything he was doing. 
     
    But eventually his cock, pulsing against my body, reminded me that he had needs, too.  I trailed a finger from the soft, cushiony head, down his sleek, hard shaft, then cupped his balls. 
     
    “Not thinking of giving them a twist, are you?”  he asked, his voice a lovely rumble. 
     
    “Not a chance.  I want you in good working order.”  I held his gaze.  “Will you come inside me now? I think I’m ready.” 
     
    He cupped my cheek and kissed me.  “Since you asked so sweetly...” 
     
    With his hands, he hitched my thighs over his hips.  Then he rose on his arms, and stared down between our bodies. 
     
    My gaze followed, watching as his long, thick cock slide between my lips.  He nudged my opening gently, once, then pushed inside me, coming straight up, in a single, excruciatingly wonderful glide. 
     
    There was pressure, a little pain, but mostly, I felt stuffed, filled.  I savored the way my inner muscles clamped around him, hugging him inside me.  An instinctive flex, that I quickly learned to repeat and control. 
     
    “Stop,” he said, groaning. 
     
    “Don’t want to.  It feels amazing.  You must be tapping the back of belly button, you’re so deep.” 
     
    “Jesus, don’t make me laugh now.” 
     
    “I didn’t know I could.” 
     
    He shook his head, his smile fading.  “I didn’t dare let you close.” 
     
    “But we’ve wasted years.” 
     
    “The time didn’t feel right.  I still don’t know how to handle this.  Aren’t you worried what people will think?” 
     
    “Are you?” 
     
    “Fuck them.  All a man has to do is look at you and they’d understand.  But women can be bitches.  The tabloids will try to obliterate us.” 
     
    “Let them.  Ignore them.  They’ll find some other story to chase.”  I glanced down a between us again, and then gave in to the