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

temptation.  I reached out and ringed my fingers around the base of his cock.  “You’re so thick, I don’t know how we fit.” 
     
    He grunted.  “Stop touching me.” 
     
    I scratched my fingers back up his body and pulled his chest hair.  “You’re supposed to move when you fuck.” 
     
    “I don’t want it over too quickly.  Not before you’re ready.  But if you don’t mind...” 
     
    “What?” 
     
    “Wet a fingertip and rub your clit.” 
     
    “You want to watch that?” 
     
    “That’s not the point.  But yeah, sometime, I’m going to want to watch you pleasure yourself until you come.” 
     
    I didn’t get what fun that would be for him, but the idea certainly made me hot.  I rubbed my clit, gently at first, and then when he began to move, pulling out, then rushing inward again, I rubbed harder. 
     
    Soon, my moans sounded like whimpering croons.  I’d never made a sound like that before, and knew I’d be embarrassed later, but I couldn’t help it.  I had to move and cry.  His cock was building friction so hot, I felt as though my womb was tightening, pulsing all around him.  I rocked my hips upward to meet his thrusts.  I thrashed my head on the pillow, because I was so tense, so ready to explode.  I had to move, had to come. 
     
    Warren paused for a moment, thrust his arms beneath my legs, and raised my ass off the bed.  Then he powered into me, his strokes strengthening, sharpening until our flesh slapped noisily together. 
     
    “Baby, I’m not going to last.” 
     
    “You don’t have to,” I gritted out.  My fingers rubbed frantically as he gave me three more thrusts, then tensed. 
     
    I felt spurts of liquid gush inside me, and knew he’d come.  Watching him throw back his head, elation etched in his rugged features, thrust me over the edge.  I cried out, arching my back to grind my pussy against him as I came. 
     
    When he pulled free, I whimpered.  But he quickly slid me against his side, wrapping an arm around my waist to hold me close. 
     
    Both of us were breathing like we’d run miles.  I tilted my head to look at his face, memorizing this moment, because I couldn’t imagine ever feeling this happy again. 
     
    “Thank you,” I whispered. 
     
    “You don’t have to thank me.”  His mouth quirked.  “If you didn’t notice, I was pretty satisfied, too.” 
     
    “No, thank you for making my first time so perfect.” 
     
    He kissed the tip of my nose.  “Get some rest.  We’ll be leaving early.”  And then he yawned, his hand lazily smoothing up and down my side as he fell asleep. 
     
    We’ll be leaving...  I lay frozen, completely disbelieving.  After all we’d shared, he still wanted me gone? 
     
    Hell, he couldn’t have been more cruel if he’d ripped my heart out of my chest. 
     
    Well, fuck him. 
     
    He didn’t have to worry about me a minute longer.  With tears stinging my eyes, I slowly extricated myself from his embrace, leaving him lying with the sheets at his feet.  I hoped he gave the maid a good shock in the morning.  Maybe she’d take a picture and send it to a tabloid.  A Billionaire Dick! Wouldn’t he love that!
     

     
    I strode through the waves, to the beach where I’d left my towel, loving the feel of the hot sand sticking between my toes.  I’d been here two days, and still my anger fueled me.  I was determined to have a good time, even though inside, my heart felt cold. 
     
    I’d arrived in Barbados carrying only my purse and a credit card.  I now had a closet full of summer clothes—thanks to Warren’s lovely, deep pockets.  It’s the least he could do for me after taking my virginity and casting me away. 
     
    The villa was another of the things I’d charged.  With a private beach and a glass wall that faced the ocean, I could walk around naked all day, nothing between me and the deep blue sea—and I did. 
     
    I didn’t need Warren.  Didn’t need his