Biker Stepbrother - Part Three by Rossi St. James Read Free Book Online Page A

flesh where his palm had whacked me.
    “Yes. I’m sure.”
    The bed rustled and dipped as he reached down onto the ground. A light rustling of plastic and the smack of rubber told me he’d sheathed himself. I took a deep breath and braced myself. Judging by what I’d felt earlier, Gray was going to feel monstrous inside me.
    I swallowed the anticipation resting in my throat as soon as the head of his thick cock pressed against my entrance from behind. He placed himself inside me slowly, inch by inch, almost torturing me with a cocktail of pleasured pain, and I quietly wished he’d just get on with it. I wanted to feel him – all of him – as deep inside me as possible. I’d been empty for so long, and all I wanted was to feel connected. Loved. I’d missed it.
    I’d missed him…
    Gray’s hands braced on my hips as one hard thrust placed the rest of him inside me, almost balls deep. He grunted, releasing a meaty sigh as his hips bucked wildly behind me.
    I wanted to moan and sign and scream out with each painful thrust, but the hurt and ache of having someone so huge take me from behind was soon replaced with a euphoric intensity I forced my body to succumb to.
    His right hand reached around my hip, massaging my clit as he continued to thrust. I wanted to turn around. I wanted to face him. Stare into his eyes. But I was quickly reminded of the fact that Gray Daughtry doesn’t make love. He fucks. I’d agreed to this. I’d agreed to being fucked like a dog and letting him use my body in ways I’d never allowed anyone else to before.
    Holden was the only other man I’d ever slept with before, and screwing him was nothing short of vanilla. We’d undress ourselves. Crawl under the covers. Touch each other for a minute or so. Then he’d climb over top of me and fuck me in the missionary position until he came a few minutes later. The only orgasms I’d ever experienced were the ones I’d given myself when I was alone.
    Ripples and shockwaves soared through me with each plunge, and I found myself wanting Gray to take me harder and faster. I opened my mouth to say something, but it was as if he’d read my mind. His hips slapped against my ass cheeks as he pistoned himself inside and outside of me over and over, harder and faster. I could fight it no more. My fingers gripped the sheets as he shoved my head into the pillow, releasing himself inside me and collapsing on top of me.
    Weighted down by Gray’s body, small quivering earthquakes consumed every nerve of my spent body. I turned my face to the side, gasping for air. Hair fell into my face, tickling me.
    “You weren’t kidding,” I panted.
    Gray rolled off of me, and I watched as his tatted chest rose and fell while he stared up at the ceiling. His still hardened cock was laying to the side, and I couldn’t believe when I saw that it reached halfway down the length of his thigh.
    That was just inside me?!
    I reached down and tugged the covers up, but Gray stopped me.
    “No,” he said. “I want to look at you. God, you’re beautiful, Everly.”
    I wanted him to kiss me. Instead his eyes drank me in from head to toe, stopping on my most private bits and lingering.
    “You’re a woman now,” he mused. “Not a little kid anymore.”
    I drew my knee up, exposing my moist arousal as his hand immediately reached to feel me once again. My heart leapt as his fingers tickled my hypersensitive clit.
    “And you’re all man,” I said, my eyes dropping to his cock. I tried to imagine what he’d taste like, though I had a feeling I’d get a chance to find out soon enough.
    “You okay with what just happened?” he asked, brows raised as our eyes met for the first time since we fucked.
    I bit my lip and nodded. “Very okay with it.”
    He grabbed the blankets and sheets and covered us up, extending his muscled arm as an invitation for me to cuddle up to him.
    “I’m not a cuddler,” he said. “Just so you know.”
    “People change,” I whispered,