Free The Bad Boys of Summer by Sienna Valentine Page A

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 those hazy memories to flow over me as my stepsister began to arch and moan. Iris squirmed as I slowly thrust my hard cock deeper and deeper, her hips bucking softly.
    She let out a soft, satisfied squeal as I finally slid all the way up to my thick base, letting myself enjoy the feeling of her tight pussy pulsing around my shaft. Sure, there had been women almost as tight as Iris, but none of them were nearly as satisfying. There was something about her that made everything feel more intense, made me feel more alive .
    “That feels so good,” she cooed, catching my gaze as she slid her middle and forefinger into her mouth, wetting them before she slid her hand down between her thighs. I watched as she started to tease on her clit just above my shaft, her hips still squirming around it, grinding slowly on my base. “Fuck, it’s so big!”
    I let out a moan, closing my eyes as I started to work myself in and out of her warmth, my hands gripping tight onto her hips. With each thrust I pulled her against me, plunging nice and deep into the soaking wet depths of her sex. She let out a cry of pleasure with each thrust, her eyes closed as she worked her aching clit.
    I loved the way she moved as I fucked her, her arm up above her head as her body stretched and writhed in ecstasy. Her back arched as her fingers continued to play between her legs, and she moaned with every hard thrust I made inside of her, filling her hot snatch over and over as our hips ground against one another’s.
    “Fuck!” she cried, grabbing at her soft, bouncing breasts with her free hand, her thumb worrying her pretty little pink nipples. Her cheeks began to flush with color, and soon I knew she’d be screaming my name. “Holy shit, Slade!”
    “That’s it, Iris,” I said, encouraging her as I continued to pound my thick cock nice and deep inside of her. “That’s the way you like it, isn’t it?”
    “Yes,” she