Cuffed to the Bad Boy Cop: A Stepbrother Romance

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Book: Cuffed to the Bad Boy Cop: A Stepbrother Romance by Lola Rivera Read Free Book Online
Authors: Lola Rivera
Tags: Contemporary Romance, new adult, Erotic Romance
really hot, he pulled away from me. I whimpered at the sudden abandonment. "No! I was so close."
    He spanked my ass, and I hissed. My core clenched as the bright, prickly heat of the smack reverberated through me. I couldn’t really understand it but I was starting to enjoy being spanked. That mix of pleasure/pain was heady and enthralling.
    "Oh!" My head popped off the bed as Gage thrust inside me.
    He laughed and swept his hand up and down my back. "You love my cock, don’t you, sugar?"
    "Love it," I agreed, breathless now.
    Gage pumped his hips, his shaft gliding in and out of me at a slow, deliberate pace. "Am I hurting you, Meg?"
    After the spanking he had just doled out, his question struck me as terribly funny. Of course, if the spanking had been too much, I could have used our safe word—but I had liked it too much to ask him to stop.
    “No, you aren’t hurting me.” There was a little discomfort but it was quickly eclipsed by the amazing sensation of his big cock stroking inside me. "Feels so good, Gage."
    "That's what I like to hear." He clasped my waist and started to take me a little faster. Our bodies slapped together, flesh against flesh echoing in my bedroom. I clawed at the comforter as he drove me closer and closer to the edge.
    "Rub your clit, Meg." His order made me shiver. "Make yourself come."
    I shifted my weight to one hand and reached down to the place where our bodies were joined. My fingers quickly found my clit and started to flick. Every stroke of Gage's thick tool made me groan. My toes curled as I chased my orgasm, that coil of bliss tightening in my lower belly.
    "Come for me, Meg."
    As if on cue, my pussy clenched his rock-hard dick and I exploded with spasms of ecstasy. I strummed my clit as he plowed me with his thick shaft, the power of each thrust shoving my knees forward on the comforter. My hand dropped to the bed as my climax ended. I shivered with delicious aftershocks.
    Gage pulled out of me just long enough to flip me over onto my back. He crawled over me, insinuating himself between my thighs, and captured my mouth in a sensual kiss. After that rough, quick fuck, it wasn't what I'd expected. I melted into him, enjoying the heat and strength radiating from his big, strong body.
    His tongue invaded my mouth at the same time his cock slid back into me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and rocked beneath him. We had gone from fucking to something much more intense. This was slow and easy lovemaking and I couldn't get enough of it.
    I scratched at his sides and he cupped my bruised bottom, angling my backside up so he could thrust even deeper. I gasped against his mouth and nipped at his lower lip. He grinned and kissed me roughly, his lips punishing mine.
    This time, we climbed together toward a shared climax. Gage knew just how to thrust and shifted his body so that my clit was perfectly aligned against him. Every deep plunge of his stiff cock stoked the burning embers of my desire.
    I came just seconds before him, my lips parted against his cheek, my heavy breaths buffeting his ear. He groaned and slammed deep. I could feel his cock twitching inside me as he jerked in my arms. His hot semen spilled inside me, easing the burn of our coupling.
    For a long time, we stayed on my bed, our bodies still joined. We exchanged kisses so erotic my toes curled and my heart raced. I enjoyed the feel of his chiseled body beneath my fingertips. He cupped my breasts and toyed with my nipples. It felt good to be together like this, cocooned in my room and sharing this new thing between us.
    Eventually, Gage pulled free of me. He stroked my face. "You hungry, sugar?"
    I nodded. "Starving, actually."
    He patted my butt and kissed my forehead. "Get dressed. I'll cook."
    When he was gone, I slid into a comfy pair of shorts and a tank top and headed downstairs. The bottom floor of the house had one of those open floor plans. No space was wasted and it gave the place a comfortable, homey feeling. The

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