Free Break Me: A Stepbrother Romance by Julie Kriss

fingers sliding down to my legs and digging hard into the muscles on my thighs. “You feel that?” I said to her, keeping my hand on her head as she bobbed on me. “You feel what I’m giving you right now? You need to feel it deep.”
    The words seemed to egg her on. I could tell she was hot, that her pussy was wet, just doing this. It was the fact that she’d chosen it, plus the dirty things I was saying to her. It was driving her to an edge where she wanted to go.
    “Take all of it,” I growled at her, cupping her head. “Take me deep. Take every inch. Fuck, yes, like that. That is fucking good. So fucking good.”
    I wasn’t going to last like this. There was no way. She was going faster again, moaning, practically swallowing me. I could feel myself hitting her throat.
    “You want my come, Summer?” I asked her. She made an excited sound, begging me. “You’re so fucking good you’re going to get it. You’re going to take it.”
    I fisted my hand in her hair. My balls were drawn up hard into my body, ready to explode. Her nails were digging painfully into my thighs. I let out a roar of six years of pent-up frustration and came, everything exploding like a fireball in my blood, behind my eyes, through my balls and my cock. I shot jets of come down her throat, and still I fisted her hair. “Swallow,” I rasped. “Swallow.”
    She did. I watched her throat work as she sucked me dry, greedily taking every last drop. Then I let her go and she drifted back, sliding down and landing on her ass on the floor.
    My legs were shaking. That had been worth it, worth every day of pain I’d ever had. I’d go through it all again if it meant she’d blow me like that again. My whole body was throbbing, and I wasn’t anywhere near done. Not ever. I kicked my pants and boxers off so I was fully naked, standing over her.
    I looked down at her. Her lips were parted, her eyes half closed. She was a woman in heat, turned on so hard she could barely move. She needed some relief.
    I grabbed her wrist and pulled her up, then swung her up into my arms. She squirmed halfheartedly against me as I carried her to her bedroom. “Bram, we shouldn’t…”
    I had to laugh at that. “We shouldn’t? Summer, I just came in your mouth like a volcano. I think we’re past ‘we shouldn’t.’”
    I dropped her on the bed. There were those curves again, those hips, those tits, inside the lacy underwear. I leaned over her, braced on my arms, and sucked one of her nipples into my mouth, right through the fabric.
    She arched her back. “ Oh .”
    I sucked the nipple harder. I let it go, and when the air hit the soaked lace, I could see the nipple go dark red and hard as a pebble. I lowered my head again and sucked the other one into my mouth.
    She grabbed my hair. She smelled like strawberries—fucking strawberries. I was already hard again, and I wanted to fuck her, but instead I yanked down the scrap of panties and put my hand between her legs. She was wet as a rainforest down there, soaked, her bush soft and trim. I rubbed her clit as I sucked her nipple.
    She squirmed hard on the bed, panting. She was desperate to come. I let her nipple pop out of my mouth and I pushed three fingers into her pussy, stretching her.
    She made a crazy sound. She was flushed and wild, her blond hair tousled on the pillow. I covered her with my body, pinning her, and pumped my fingers into her, my thumb rubbing her clit. “Who’s inside your pussy right now, Summer?” I growled in her ear. “Say it.”
    “You are,” she said. Her eyes opened and fixed on me, those hazel depths hot with lust. “You’re inside my pussy, Bram.”
    “And what am I doing?”
    “You’re finger fucking me.” Jesus, just those dirty words on her sweet lips was making me crazy. It made her crazy to say them, too, because she ground her hips onto my hand, fucking it. “You’re finger fucking me. Oh, God. ”
    I slowed my hand down, kept my fingers inside her, brushed