Stepbrother, Mine #2 by Opal Carew Read Free Book Online

drove his desire to the limit. She opened her legs and he slid his finger inside, keeping a tight rein on himself, allowing only a fingertip. Then slowly pushing in deeper, watching her face for any sign of distress.
    Instead, her blue eyes were filled with desire.
    He slid a second finger inside, and pushed in a little deeper. Then she arched, pushing his fingers deeper still. He groaned and pushed all the way, then stroked her velvety, untouched opening. Slowly, he slid in a third finger, stretching her tight passage, preparing her for his cock.
    But her opening was so narrow …
    “Oh, Mason, that feels so good.”
    He started to draw his fingers out, plagued with second thoughts, but she grabbed his wrist, stopping him.
    “Mason?”
    “Dana, I’m sorry, I don’t think this is a good idea.”
    She gazed at him with wide doe eyes and murmured, “You can’t stop now. Please, you promised.”
    Anger flared through him. Why was she pushing him? He did everything he could to ensure he didn’t do anything she didn’t want him to, yet she seemed to care nothing for what he wanted.
    And right now, he wanted to stop this.
    He wrenched his wrist from her grip, pulling his fingers from her passage. But as soon as he was free, he felt an agony of need, wanting to feel her velvet heat around him again.
    She lay there, her legs wide, her enchanting pussy open to him.
    *   *   *
    Dana was desperate. She needed Mason so badly, she would do anything to entice him. She reached for his cock and stroked it. She opened her legs wider, then arched her body.
    “Please, Mason. Fill me with your big cock.”
    And it was big. Swelling in her hand as he watched her, his midnight blue eyes filled with emotion and intense desire.
    He leaned into her hand and, encouraged, she stroked him faster. His engorged member pulsed in her hand, as if it would burst at any moment. She drew it closer to her and he knelt between her knees.
    Oh, yes, she needed to feel him inside her. She pressed him to her needy flesh and glided him along her folds. He groaned.
    A battle seemed to be waging in his eyes, and she sensed he was losing his control.
    She stroked him again and pressed him against her opening, readying herself for his slow, steady penetration.
    “I need you, Mason. Please fill me.”
    As if acting on her words without thought, he drove forward. She gasped at the feel of his thick cock driving deep into her yielding flesh. Pain seared through her as he thrust deep into her, his body covering hers, pinning her to the bed.
    Then his whole body stiffened, his arms holding the bulk of his weight, and she realized he was trembling.
    “Fuck,” he muttered, his voice tight and angry.
    He drew his head up and gazed at her. She realized her body was quivering, too, at the shock of his invasion.
    “Dana, I…” Then he turned his head away. “God damn it.”
    He started to pull away, but she wrapped her arms around his waist and held tight.
    He stopped resisting and silence hung between them. The pain had diminished and she was getting used to the feel of his big, thick cock inside her.
    “Dana, I’m so sorry. There’s nothing I can ever do that will make up for this.”
    “Sure there is.” She smiled. “Finish the job.”
    He frowned. “You’re taking this too lightly. This was your first time and I…” His eyes flared with anger, and she realized it was at himself. “I fucking drove into you like a barbarian.”
    She stroked up his back and over his shoulder.
    “Mason, you’re taking this too seriously.”
    “But your first time should be tender and loving. It should be special.”
    She smiled. “It is.” She nuzzled his neck. “It’s with you.”
    “But I—”
    She covered his lips with her finger. “You lost control. Because you wanted me so much. How could I not love that?”
    His expression softened, the anger and frustration seeping away. He pressed his forehead to hers. “Dana, you’re too forgiving.”
    She