Free Slade: A Stepbrother Romance by Sienna Valentine Page A

slowly,
rhythmically, driving me to a whimper.
     
    “Say it.”
     
    I knew what it would mean. I knew
that giving in like this would be an invitation, but I no longer cared. I
wanted Slade inside me. I wanted to be that stupid teenage girl again. I wanted
to suck and fuck my stepbrother like the slut he’d trained me to be, the one no
other man could handle or tame. I wanted to forget I was nice, responsible Iris
Walker and give in to the desire I’d harbored for years.
     
    “You,” I moaned, looking into his
eyes as I writhed against his hard, hot body. “I’m wet for you.”
     
    Slade grinned from ear to ear. In the
dim light, he looked absolutely wolfish, and I knew I’d made a deal with the
Devil.
     
    The second he thrust his hand into my
panties, and then his fingers inside me, I knew I’d do it again in a heartbeat.
     

~
EIGHT ~
    Slade
     
     
    It
all felt like a dream.
     
    There
had been nights where I’d pictured this happening in my head, Iris and I
entwined in one another like we’d been seven years ago. It was what I had ached
for ever since I’d left, a burning desire inside of me that I tried so hard to
sate, sacrificing countless women on the altar of my own needs. As I held her
body tightly against my own, I wondered if I hadn’t nodded off back home and
slipped into one of those old fantasies.
     
    “Slade,”
Iris whimpered as I swept my hands over her body. I pulled at what scant few
clothes still remained on her, keeping me from what I’d craved for almost a
decade. I was already mostly naked, my cock rigid and alert, its thick,
pulsating tip yearning to fill the warm wetness of my stepsister’s womanhood.
     
    “We—”
Iris let out a gasp, cutting herself off as I pulled at her cami. My deft
fingers had her undone in a matter of seconds. She grabbed at her flesh, shyly
holding her hands over her soft, perky breasts in an attempt at modesty.
     
    I
smirked, knowing that once I got her going, that modesty would go right out the
window. My cock throbbed as I remembered how much of a sex kitten she’d been
for me, pushing me down on the spare bed in the pool house, crawling onto me
like a hungry cat before she sat her warm, wet snatch onto my throbbing member.
     
    She
looked down at my rigid shaft, biting nervously on her bottom lip. I knew that
she was remembering the exact same things that I was, especially the days where
we’d done it right under our parents’ noses. I watched her squirm, her thighs parting,
revealing a dark patch of moisture soaking through her panties. Just the sight
of it was enough to make me moan.
     
    I
slid my fingers underneath the band of her lacy little panties, pulling them
down over the mound of her perfectly sculpted ass and along the smooth line of
her thighs. She was neatly trimmed just above that wanting little pussy, her
lips wet with a glossy sheen of lust. I’d almost forgotten just how pretty her
cunt was, how good it always looked right before I’d sank my rod deep inside of
her. I remembered the way she’d moan, a smile spreading across her lips as my
enormous girth filled her to the brim.
     
    “Slade,”
Iris whined again, spreading her thighs wider as she looked up into my eyes.
“God, I forgot how big you were!”
     
    “Is
that what you want?” I asked, my grin spreading wider as I pulled her to me by
her hips, making her yelp as I slid my tip right against her opening through my
boxer briefs. She moaned, chewing on her lip and she stared again into my eyes,
nodding emphatically.
     
    “Please!”
she cried, breathless. Those words had been whispered and moaned to me before,
and as I stared down at her, I saw the same lustful hunger that I’d always made
burn inside of her. “I’ve missed it so much…”
     
    I
worked my boxer briefs off and pressed my throbbing head against her tight
little opening, lifting her by her ass so that I could penetrate her, working
it deeper, taking it nice and slow. I closed my eyes, allowing