Free For My Stepbrother Billionaire: A Steamy BBW Stepbrother Romance (Billionaire Stepbrother Book 2) by Eve Kaye Page A

nipped my neck. He kissed and licked until my body vibrated. A buzz that made the world tilt away.
    He made me feel so good. I wanted to do that for him.
    I dropped to my knees. Both hands holding his erection. I popped the head into my mouth. Felt my lips stretch around the spongy dome. I sucked in with a tight seal and my cheeks caved inward. He slid in deeper. I looked up and met his eyes. His jaws clenched. The muscles in his cheeks rippled.
    He grabbed my head. His long fingers gripped each side. He held me as he bucked forward. His cock slammed into the back of my throat.  
    I gagged.
    Not ready for it. I tried to push his hips back to get a breath. I couldn’t move. His firm hands held me in place. I shoved against him with no effect. My chest heaved as I tried to shut down the gagging reflex.
    He finally pulled back and popped his cock out. Only to immediately ram it back into my mouth. I barely caught a breath when it hit the back of my throat again. I relaxed my throat and felt it slip further down. Fill and stretch my throat.  
    He pinned my face against him. Bobbed my head. His balls slapped my chin. I looked up at Cupid behind me. His beautiful wings arching up over Jake.
    My god. My Cupid.  
    “Jules,” he said, “so good.”
    I needed air. I tried to pull back.
    His hands held me firm.
    “Suck it,” he said. “Suck it like your last breath of air.”
    It kind of was. He was lodged deep in my throat. Like his head was dipping down to the hollow in my neck.
    His size blocked the air from getting through. My chest constricted. A stinging pain erupted. Fresh tears gushed down my cheeks. My face a mess of tears and streaked mascara.
    I tried to push away, but my nose was anchored into the curly hair at the base of his shaft. My lungs sucked him deeper as they struggled for breath. Fear chills raced up my spine.
    “Yea, baby,” he said. “Suck that cock.”
    Panic edged into my brain, and then he pulled out. I gasped for breath and struggled to stand up. Thick ropes of spit hung from my chin and dripped down on my breasts.
    My god was scary.
    And hot.
    He needed me so badly. So forcefully. He wanted to take me. To conquer me.
    Maybe even to punish me.

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CHAPTER ONE

    I’d already made Jake come once today, and that wasn’t going to be the last time. I had a perfect birthday yesterday. A perfect finish. Up on top of the Eiffel Tower, it was perfect between us.
    Until we crash landed on planet buzzkill.
    I had to bring his mind, and his body, back to the special place that was just for us. That intimate space where nothing could intrude. Not his ex, that leggy, supermodel slut Annika. Not the difference in our ages or lives. Not the fact that he was going to be stepbrother if my dad and his mom ended up getting hitched.
    Ugh.  
    That would be the worst.
    Not for my dad. Brigette was nice. I was happy for him, and her. Then I got to know one of her sons, Jacob MacCormack.
    Last night had been the most amazing, wonderful night of my life. I’d given Jake my virginity. Honestly, I’d shoved it down his throat. A lot like he shoved his cock down my throat. Sure it was a little uncomfortable at first. But then you’re body took over. Then you wanted nothing more.
    And now I wanted him. I wanted nothing more.
    It wasn’t an intellectual thing. Yes, he was witty and richer than a sultan. That was nothing compared to the deep knowing, the deep longing, the feeling of destiny in my bones. In the marrow in the my bones.
    Still, my brain couldn’t help but intrude on the perfect certainty of my deep knowing. Seriously, how could we ever work?
    Never mind all the confusion about the possible soon-to-be-steps situation. That didn’t matter a whit if he didn’t feel the same way. If he didn’t feel the same desperate, animal attraction. How could he feel the same way? What was I next to all harem of women at his beck and call.   I had to offer him something unique. Something none of those