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

lightly tanned skin. That wasn’t what was holding my attention the most. Her robe had fallen open to reveal a thin cotton sleep shirt that she must have worn when she was twelve. It fell half way down her thighs. She’d apparently filled out considerably since then because the material was stretched tight, and oh-so-sexily, across the expanse of her chest.
    Her nipples were hard, diamond points that practically begged for my mouth. If the shuddering of her body had been any indication, I was pretty sure she’d found release that night with only my hands. I could only imagine how she’d fall apart if I put my mouth there.
    And that was my breaking point.
    I slammed down the glass and wiped the back of my mouth with my forearm. Two steps and I was in front of her, jerking the plastic bottle from her hand. I thrust my legs between her knees and crowded against her. My hands cupped her face and I was kissing her.
    I covered her lips with mine and thought I was tasting heaven. She tasted of oranges and light. Her lips parted before I even asked. Tongues collided and I realized hunger ate at her with the same force it ate at me. I growled into her mouth and deepened the kiss. I ran my tongue over her teeth, her tongue again, the roof of her mouth. The longer I kissed her the more I wanted her.
    My cock swelled beneath the gym shorts I’d worn for my morning run. That was one of the things I liked best about being here. I could run on a wide expanse of white beach instead of the polluted streets of the city.
    But the best thing was Abby.
    My father coming into my life had brought her into my life.
    My balls were hard and tight and I ached for release. Preferably, inside the pussy I knew was getting wetter and wetter by the minute. I placed my hand between our bodies and discovered that she had on a pair of shorts. They were so short, they might as well be called panties. The advantage over panties? The legs were wide and my hand slid between them and her flesh easily. I found my target.
    I groaned into her mouth when the tips of my fingers discovered the swollen lips of her pussy. I knew instantly that she didn’t shave her muff. Hell, she probably didn’t even know she could. My head filled with thoughts of shaving her, then licking her smooth, wet skin. I rubbed my finger along her slit. She was as wet as I thought she’d be.
    “You want me don’t you, Abby? You want my cock inside this sweet pussy. You’re so fucking wet I could just... slide… right… in.” I bent her head back and deepened the kiss. As my tongue thrust into her mouth, my soaked fingers found her entrance and I circled it, parting that sweet pink hole. I eased a finger inside. I learned while women did like it rough, they didn’t like it that way with the very first touch. You had to warm up a woman’s body and let it idle a while like a car in the dead of winter.
    I barely had my finger inside and was simply circling her opening but I was making her groan as if I’d given her the best orgasm ever. I withdrew and thrust back in a little harder this time. “I can’t wait to fuck this sopping hole, baby. Shove my cock right in. I’ll break you in good.”
    I wasn’t acting crude; I was crude. Sex was sweaty and dirty and the sooner a girl realized that, the sooner I could break her inhibitions.
     
    ABBY
    My senses were rattling out of control. Only a few nights ago, I’d tasted my stepbrother’s cock. Not only tasted it, but had taken it deep, swallowing it down my throat until he’d come.
    A stepbrother who had offered to teach me everything about sex this summer.
    In other words, offered to fuck me cross-eyed.
    Why, oh, why did good girls fall for bad boys? We always knew that road lead to heartbreak and heartache.
    “You’re tight, Abby.” He whispered against my lips. “So fucking tight.”
    I thrust toward his hand, moaning when his fingers went deeper inside.
    “We’ve got to stop.”
    Say what? My mind was fogged. He’d