Stepbrother Studs Mason: A Stepbrother Romance by Selena Kitt Read Free Book Online Page A

for as long as his tongue remained there. And I knew from past experience, I’d never come this way.
    “I should fuck her,” Farley said, raising his head to give me wide smile. “Full-on, deep thrusts.”
    Heather reached past me and knocked the top of his head. “You’re only thinking about your own cock.”
    “True, but if we used the ring, I could make it last as long as necessary.” His adoring gaze went to Heather. “You could put it there.”
    Heather laughed softly. “You are a randy goat.”
    “I take it you’ve done this before?” I asked, doing my best not to let my voice slur. The champagne, which had given me a temporary buzz, was dragging me down now. This wasn’t turning out to be as fun as I’d hoped. I’m sure they meant well, but they’d been teasing me for so long, all I felt was frustration. “I’m just not made like everyone else. This is hopeless.”
    Heather pushed me up then knelt beside me. Her body was lush and sultry. So opposite of mine.
    “Maybe if I had your curves...” I said sadly.
    “A clit is a clit. Have you ever considered that you’re just not aroused by men?”
    Something in her breathless delivery made me stare. “I’m attracted to men.”
    She smoothed her hands over her breasts then slid them down to her hips. “Does this do anything for you?”
    “I’ve been with girls before…”
    “Have you done more than kissing your sorority sisters? I saw the Spring Break photos, by the way.” She shoved at Farley’s shoulders. “Let’s change up.”
    They arranged me like a doll, braced on my hands, my bottom in the air. I did like it better, especially when I heard latex snap and felt strong hands grip my hips. When Farley’s cock began to enter me, I felt a moment’s fear that we were crossing a line. But he slid easily inside me, filling my greedy pussy, and I gave a groan.
    “That’s it, sweetheart,” Farley crooned. “Let us do the work. Relax, let us love you, Angeline. Pretty Angeline.”
    Silky hair slide beneath me. Soft lips bit my tits. A slick tongue worked its way downward until Heather neared my mound. Only there wasn’t room for her mouth to tongue my clit. Her fingers swirled atop my little nubbin, rubbing in circles that drew blood to the spot. Soon, I was engorged. She moved beneath me again, her mouth latching onto a sprung nipple. She bit, and tension wound inside my belly.
    Maybe…
    His cock worked its way in and out, my own moisture easing his glides. His fingers dug hard into my skin, and I knew he’d leave bruises. Something that ratcheted up my arousal.
    Maybe…
    But then his movements quickened. Too fast for me. Too desperate. And though Heather toggled and chewed, I felt the build begin to dissipate.
    A sob escaped, and then another followed.
    Heather moved from beneath me. Farley released my hips and withdrew—from my body, from the bed.
    “I’m broken,” I said, as she wrapped her arms around me, and I sank my face against her soft breasts.
    “Baby, you’re not broken,” she assured me, kissing my cheek. “You just haven’t found the thing, the person, you need. I’m sorry we couldn’t help.”
    Another cool glass slid into my hand, and I glanced up at Farley. His erection still bobbed hard and high. He gave himself a glance, and then me a crooked smile. “Heather won’t leave me this way, love. No worries.”
    “I wasn’t worried,” I said petulantly, and took a sip, letting the bubbles refresh me.
    “There’s our girl,” he said, sitting on the side of the bed. “Shall I call a driver?”
    I nodded. “I should go.”
    “Get a good night’s sleep. We’ll do lunch.”
    I made a face. “I won’t be up that early.”
    Heather laughed. “You really are a brat.”
    “Mason always said that. Told me I’d never amount to anything more than some man’s arm candy.”
    “Mason’s an asshat.”
    “He is, isn’t he?” I said, downing the glass in a long gulp. “A handsome asshat.”
    Farley took my