Free He's So Fine (A BBW Stepbrother Romance) by Marie Mason

how?”
    “Oh, yeah, baby.” He rose to his feet, his hands still in my hair. His touch was gentle as he pulled me up on my knees until my face was directly in front of his crotch. “You have to breathe through your gag reflex when I hit the back of your throat.” His eyes stared down into mine, his a glittering ice blue that made me shiver, my pussy clench, and my nipples harden. He reminded me of a conquering hero about to ravish the women in the village.
    “I can do that.” I smiled up at him, leaning forward and eager to taste him again. His hands held me still.
    “That’s not all, baby.”
    “What else?”
    His tone was scaring me a little, but my excitement overrode everything else.
    “I’m gonna help you.”
    I didn’t even have to voice the question I was thinking. I think I knew what he meant by the firm grip he had on my head. When I couldn’t do it myself, he was going to force himself deeper. Oh, god, could I do it? My body said yes.
    He ran his thumb over my lips, pressing the bottom one hard against my teeth. “Tap me like you did before if it becomes too much.”
    I didn’t answer, I simply leaned forward and took him back in my mouth, swallowing him until the head of his cock bumped the back of my throat. I pulled back quickly before he could ‘help’ me. I circled his head with my tongue, licking as much of his length as I could. Again and again, just like an ice cream cone. Lick and circle. Taste the delicious pre-cum that seemed to be pouring from the slit. I tongued the opening, thrusting against it as if trying to open it up.
    “Fuck, baby!” His fingers turned to steel bands around my head and his hips thrust forward. In and out. Deeper and deeper. On his next thrust, I relaxed my throat.
    He growled and pulled my head forward until his dick was down my throat, deeper than I ever thought I could take a man. Instinctively, I swallowed.
    “Oh, shit. Do that again,” he commanded. He pulled back then thrust forward again. As he did, I worked my throat muscles. Breathing through my nose while my mouth was stuffed full of cock was an acquired skill and I almost choked. Immediately, he pulled out.
    “Okay?” His blue eyes darkened and looked down at me with concern.
    I nodded.
    “Again?”
    I nodded my agreement and he pushed back into my mouth. And pushed and pushed. Within minutes we had a rhythm that pulled harsh grunts and dirty words from his mouth and allowed me to breathe without any problems.
    Another tightening of his hands warned me what was about to happen before he spoke. “I’m coming, baby. I’m coming.”
    I placed my hands on his buttocks and pulled him forward signaling my acceptance. One deep thrust and he was blowing his load down my throat. I swallowed and swallowed, enjoying his groans of release.
    “Oh, baby.” He pulled away and I finally tasted a man’s cum. It was thicker than the pre-cum I’d licked up before. It was slightly salty. An unexplainable flavor. His cock was still hard as it left my mouth. Had I done something wrong?
    He pulled me to my feet and kissed me. At first, I thought how gross, but then I remembered it was his cum not mine. It was actually quite erotic, sharing his release with him. He kissed me long and hard, I guess as a reward for my performance.
    I wanted more than that. Pressing my hands to his chest, I signaled I needed some space.
    “What next?” I asked, my confidence soaring.
    He laughed and hugged me to him. His sweats were still around his ankles and his dick was hard and wet. He should have looked silly, but how could he with all that tanned skin and bulging muscles.
    “That’s probably enough for you tonight.”
    I stuck out my lip and pouted. Not something I normally did, but my inner vixen was alert and ready for action. “Are you sure?” I wrapped my hand around his cock and pulled. I was rewarded with a small spurt of cum across my palm.
    “Keep tugging on it. Just like that.” I did what he asked, loving the