Free My Billionaire Stepbrother 1 by Erica Storm Page B

in the ass? Or maybe it’s a guy you’re talking about fucking?” He looked at me with a raised eyebrow and his mouth turned south. I wounded his pride with the gay comment.
    “Don’t knock the power of a good ass fucking, man or woman.” I didn’t know what to think of that comment. Maybe I had outed him. Maybe he was gay.
    “If I had sucked a cock or two then would that turn you on?” I said to him.
    “You would have to do more than that to turn me on,” he said laughing at me. “I’m out of here.” He raised his hands then stuffed them in his pants pockets. He walked to the door, stopped in his tracks and turned around. “If you want to go to a party at my house tell your old man to drop you off. I’ll take care of you.” His blue eyes settled on me with a glow.
    I didn’t like the sound of his voice, a cold whisper. What could he do? He wouldn’t risk my father’s wrath. Would he?

Chapter 3
    Saturday came around with me lounging outside without a bra and getting some much needed sun all over. I had a glow on my face. My body took on a golden glow. I didn’t recognize me. Even my dark hair had a sun-kissed bronze tint. Passing a mirror, I glanced at my hair. It was hanging limp in the middle of my back. “Too long,” I murmured. I found a pair of scissors and clipped my hair, and then I even it off to hang just at my shoulders. Madison was right. Now I looked like someone would want to fuck me.
    I made it this long without boys making a pass at me. That’s how I kept my virgin status, which I no longer wanted or needed anymore. To my dismay Madison was right again. I didn’t know how to suck a dick. And men like that kind of thing. Hell boys liked that too. Girls were lining up at my high school to suck Trevor’s dick. He was a popular football jock and all because he could make a few touchdowns. I bet a rock star would trip over pussy. 
    Fixing my hair proved too time consuming. I wasn’t going for the slutty look but it was a look that held promise. I fished out some lipstick from my purse and a little eye shadow. I looked like I could go to Madison’s party and not stand out, but I didn’t have any cloths. I remembered my mother put together a few dollars and took me to a discount store and bought me a pair of designer white jeans with the knees cut out. I found a halter top to go with it and it fit great.
    Nervous, I kept checking my watch and it was nearing ten o’clock. I planned to spring it on my father that I was invited to Madison’s party. I practice telling him and begging him. Finally I dressed, and just when he and his wife were headed to their bedroom, I sprang it on him.
    Although my father was upset because it probably was the night his uptight wife would grant him a fuck. He had to get rid of me before her screams of “Fuck me! Fuck me,” as he ate her pussy, echoed in the house and throughout the neighborhood. He agreed with her blessing. He dropped me at this mansion and I looked at dad. “Yes, Madison lives here. He’s a rich fuck. His father left him piles of money when he died, and to make it worse, that lucky spoiled fuck is a rock star. So be careful with the drinking and drugs, and all those sex crazed young men.” I looked at him showing a small smile.
    “Tell Madison I will never forgive him if something happens to my little girl.”
    I didn’t want to be his little girl anymore, I wanted to be Madison’s slut. I wanted Madison to fuck me, and claim my hot wet opening. I wanted to prove to him just because I was only a girl, and a virgin I still knew what to do with a dick.
    Hoping out of the car and waving to my dad, I eagerly, cautiously, walked up the stairs to Madison’s home. When I strolled in, the smell of smoke, the smell of liquor, the smell of sex was overwhelming. Pretty girls and handsome guys were everywhere, in the kitchen, in the bathrooms, and in the bedrooms. I tried finding Madison. As I explored his large beach house he was nowhere in