Free Break Me: A Stepbrother Romance by Julie Kriss Page B

with the map of tattoos I planned to trace all over his skin with my fingers and my tongue. I wasn’t done with his dark eyes, his high cheekbones, his kissable mouth.
    And I wasn’t done with what he did to me. The way he made me feel, the things he made me say. I was done with feeling like I was some kind of unnatural sex-crazed whore, like there was something wrong with me. Bram didn’t think there was anything wrong with me at all.
    He was going to push me, farther than I’d dreamed of going. And I was going to push him. He was locked inside himself, in his regrets and the horrible memories of the last six years, and what he didn’t know was that I was going to burn all of that out of him. I would do it by submitting to him, body and soul.
    I could still smell his skin as I reluctantly rolled off of him. It had felt good to wrap my body around his, to feel his heart beating beneath my cheekbone. I had looked at his body and admired it so often, I had wanted it for so long, I felt possessive of it. For tonight, that big, powerful body, and everything it was capable of, was mine.
    He rolled me onto my back. He tossed my bra away, so my breasts were bare against his chest, and came over me. He looked into my eyes. “You learn how to kiss over the last six years?”
    My heart skipped in anticipation. “Maybe a little.”
    I hadn’t realized I wanted him to kiss me until he did it. After everything we’d done already, kissing would seem tame—but kissing wasn’t tame with Bram. He bent down and took my mouth with his, opening my mouth with his tongue, stroking boldly inside. I wasn’t an inexperienced girl this time, and I met him stroke for stroke. My pussy was wet again, burning. I was empty without him inside me. I ran my hands down his powerful back and grabbed his hard ass, just as I’d always wanted to do.
    He came up for air, surprised. I gripped his ass harder and tilted my hips up, grinding against his cock, which was huge and hard against me. “I’m on the Pill,” I told him. “And I’m clean.”
    “Oh, yeah?” he said. “I’m clean, too. They check us regular for that on the inside. They take it real seriously in there.”
    He was putting it in my face that he’d been in prison, trying to scare me off. But I hooked my knees around his lean hips, opening my pussy to him. “Then fuck me, Bram,” I said.
    Something flashed across his eyes, and he reared back off of me. His big hands grabbed me and flipped me over so I was on my hands and knees. He knelt behind me, between my legs. “Show me your pussy,” he said. “Show me.”
    I spread my knees wide and lowered to my elbows, so my ass was in the air, everything on display for him. He cupped my ass, spreading my flesh apart. Never in my life had I been so open, so totally revealed to another person. He took his time, and I heard his breathing grow harsher as he looked at me, running his hands over me.
    “Bram, please,” I moaned into the pillow. I was wet, throbbing. But I wasn’t crazy, like I’d been before. The fact that I’d already had an orgasm took the edge off, made it possible for me to enjoy the anticipation. Something he’d known would happen.
    This man was the sexual master of me.
    He rubbed his fingers between my lips, parting the wet folds, stroking down to my clit. He leaned down and pressed his tongue inside me, tasting me. I writhed, trying to rub myself shamelessly on his face. He trailed his tongue down to my clit and circled it, then withdrew and rubbed me with his fingers again.
    “Jesus, Summer,” he said. “That is a beautiful fucking pussy. You have a world class cunt.”
    I arched my back and flexed, pressing into his fingers. Even that bad word made me feel beautiful.
    He slid his fingers through my juices and upward, between my cheeks. “This sexy ass,” he said. “You ever been fucked here?”
    “N—no.”
    “Then I’ll be the first here, too,” he said, rubbing his thumb around me, pressing the