For My Stepbrother Billionaire: A Steamy BBW Stepbrother Romance (Billionaire Stepbrother Book 2)
Authors: Eve Kaye
Billionaire Stepbrother Series
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Sexy Books Press, April 2015
Copyright © 2015 Eve Kaye
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incident either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to events, locales, business establishments, or actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is purely coincidental.
An early version of this story was released as Taboo in Paris.
All sexual activities depicted occur between consenting characters 18 years or older and who are not blood related.
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* * * * *
Risk averse? Like I said, depended on the stakes.
I unzipped my baby blue dress and let the shoulders fall away. It fluttered to the ground. The cool museum air grazed and puckered my nipples.
I looked up and down the hallway. No one. Okay. How long did we have?
I kicked off my boots and tugged my black lace panties down and kicked those off too. I felt so naked. I mean, I was naked.
But I felt
so
naked.
I threw the black scarf around my neck. It felt fashionable. I didn’t know. It was Paris.
And it helped to not feel so naked.
Any second now and Jake would notice me.
Would ravage me.
I stood there, legs together, protecting my sacred spot. My nineteen-year-old bosom heaving as nerves raced through my body.
He didn’t turn from the window.
“Julia, last night. It shouldn’t have—“
He turned and froze. Like he didn’t know what just happened. Like maybe Psyche came to life in front of him.
He blinked a few times and snapped his mouth shut. He looked up and down the empty hallway.
“What are you doing,” he said.
I looked down. Embarrassed. A total idiot. Like who in their right mind strips naked at the Louvre? At the most famous museum in the entire world?
I didn’t know why that made it worse. But it did.
“Julia, put you’re clothes on,” he said in a husky voice.
“I’m sorry, Jake,” I said. “I’m so stupid. I’m just a ridiculous, stupid little girl.”
My chest spasmed as tears rushed from my eyes. I wanted to hide. From him. From the world. From the pair of lovers in their frozen embrace. Black streaks of mascara ran down my cheeks. My head hung from my shoulders like a useless weight. It probably was considering it thought this was a good idea.
“Jules, don’t cry,” he said. “Please. I’m sorry.”
That just made it worse. I totally unravelled. The type of crying where you sound like a wild animal. I was a stupid, crybaby animal. It couldn’t get any worse.
“I’m such an idiot,” I said in choked and garbled words.
“Jules, please,” he said.
His hand touched my chin. Lifted my face to look up into his. His sky blue eyes were a thunderstorm of hunger and heat.
My pussy instantly flooded with anticipation. With desire. I rubbed my palm over the thick lump of flesh in his pants.
He pushed into me, backed me up to the cool marble base. The hard lines of his cock pressed through his pants and warmed my belly. My hips rolled into him, rising and angling to give him access, even through the fabric.
“What are you doing to me,” he said.
“Only what you want,” I said. “Whatever you want.”
I squeezed him through his pants.
His hips drove forward, pinned me, as his mouth came down to mine. His tongue slipped between my lips, found and embraced my tongue. His lips pressed mine. Firm and furious.
My head swam and knees would have buckled if he didn’t have me pinned to the stone.
His hands traced my hips and trailed up to my breasts. He kneaded my full flesh and teased my nipples. Just brushing them and then backing off. I ached for his touch. He kissed me deeply, endlessly.
His fingers latched onto my hard buds. Squeezed and rolled them. Tugged and teased them. Chills swept through me. Tingled in my toes. My insides clenched and grew damp.
He throbbed into me. Urgent. Impatient.
I pushed his pants down enough to get access to his boxer briefs. I pulled down the elastic and his thick cock slapped my belly. The contact sent a hot chill into me. Straight into my womb. My insides clenched again, sending another flood dripping down my thighs.
I took him in one hand and squeezed. Felt his heartbeat in his shaft. That strong and steady rhythm. The thick vein under my fingertips. The intimidating girth. I stroked him gently up and down.
He felt so good. I wanted him inside me. Stretching me open and filling me up.
His mouth left mine as he pulled my head to the side. He slid the scarf down and nipped my neck. He kissed and licked until my body vibrated. A buzz that made the world tilt away.
He made me feel so good. I wanted to do that for him.
I dropped to my knees. Both hands holding his erection. I popped the head into my mouth. Felt my lips stretch around the spongy dome. I sucked in with a tight seal and my cheeks caved inward. He slid in deeper. I looked up and met his eyes. His jaws clenched. The muscles in his cheeks rippled.
He grabbed my head. His long fingers gripped each side. He held me as he bucked forward. His cock slammed into the back of my throat.
I gagged.
Not ready for it. I tried to push his hips back to get a breath. I couldn’t move. His firm hands held me in place. I shoved against him with no effect. My chest heaved as I tried to shut down the gagging reflex.
He finally pulled back and popped his cock out. Only to immediately ram it back into my mouth. I barely caught a breath when it hit the back of my throat again. I relaxed my throat and felt it slip further down. Fill and stretch my throat.
He pinned my face against him. Bobbed my head. His balls slapped my chin. I looked up at Cupid behind me. His beautiful wings arching up over Jake.
My god. My Cupid.
“Jules,” he said, “so good.”
I needed air. I tried to pull back.
His hands held me firm.
“Suck it,” he said. “Suck it like your last breath of air.”
It kind of was. He was lodged deep in my throat. Like his head was dipping down to the hollow in my neck.
His size blocked the air from getting through. My chest constricted. A stinging pain erupted. Fresh tears gushed down my cheeks. My face a mess of tears and streaked mascara.
I tried to push away, but my nose was anchored into the curly hair at the base of his shaft. My lungs sucked him deeper as they struggled for breath. Fear chills raced up my spine.
“Yea, baby,” he said. “Suck that cock.”
Panic edged into my brain, and then he pulled out. I gasped for breath and struggled to stand up. Thick ropes of spit hung from my chin and dripped down on my breasts.
My god was scary.
And hot.
He needed me so badly. So forcefully. He wanted to take me. To conquer me.
Maybe even to punish me.
* * * * *
I’d already made Jake come once today, and that wasn’t going to be the last time. I had a perfect birthday yesterday. A perfect finish. Up on top of the Eiffel Tower, it was perfect between us.
Until we crash landed on planet buzzkill.
I had to bring his mind, and his body, back to the special place that was just for us. That intimate space where nothing could intrude. Not his ex, that leggy, supermodel slut Annika. Not the difference in our ages or lives. Not the fact that he was going to be stepbrother if my dad and his mom ended up getting hitched.
Ugh.
That would be the worst.
Not for my dad. Brigette was nice. I was happy for him, and her. Then I got to know one of her sons, Jacob MacCormack.
Last night had been the most amazing, wonderful night of my life. I’d given Jake my virginity. Honestly, I’d shoved it down his throat. A lot like he shoved his cock down my throat. Sure it was a little uncomfortable at first. But then you’re body took over. Then you wanted nothing more.
And now I wanted him. I wanted nothing more.
It wasn’t an intellectual thing. Yes, he was witty and richer than a sultan. That was nothing compared to the deep knowing, the deep longing, the feeling of destiny in my bones. In the marrow in the my bones.
Still, my brain couldn’t help but intrude on the perfect certainty of my deep knowing. Seriously, how could we ever work?
Never mind all the confusion about the possible soon-to-be-steps situation. That didn’t matter a whit if he didn’t feel the same way. If he didn’t feel the same desperate, animal attraction. How could he feel the same way? What was I next to all harem of women at his beck and call.
I had to offer him something unique. Something none of those stick-figure sluts could offer.
I had an idea what that might be. It just felt totally insane to say. To even think.
But it felt right too. So natural and obvious.
I lay in bed in my room at the Hotel Plaza Athenee in Paris. In a fresh pair of baby blue, matching tank top and panties pajamas. Less than an hour had passed and the faint scent of our coupling lingered. Sky blue silk sheets cocooned around me. Maybe I was the caterpillar ready to transform. I felt a transformation happening inside me. I couldn’t put a finger on it. But I felt different somehow.
Maybe it was just that I was a woman now. A real woman. A woman that could pleasure a man. Maybe it was that. But I still just felt like an immature girl too. Confused and thrilled.
I looked out the window, at the perfectly framed Eiffel Tower in the distance. The spot where I just last night, hours ago, lost my virginity. Lost it to the only man that deserved it.
Jake.
My feelings for him had grown and, despite my reservations and good sense, the dam broke last night. A flood gushed out and now I didn’t want to contain it anymore. It was out. We were out. Now we just needed to go with the current. Not drown in regret.
I admired the tower silhouetted against the sky. Jutting up so strong and proud. It reminded me of his cock. Both were way bigger than seemed possible. Yet both fit perfectly in the spot destiny had chosen.
The gray light shining through the window meant it was still early. That the day had just begun and there was still lots that could happen before it was over.
Someone knocked on my bedroom door.
My heart jumped. He was probably coming to apologize. For throwing me out of his bedroom. For pushing me down in the hall. He wanted to make up.
“Julia,” Annika said.
Great. Her. What did she want?
I didn’t answer. If I pretended to be asleep, maybe she would go away.
She didn’t.
The door creaked opened. I kept my eyes closed.
She sat next to me on the bed.
“Julia,” she said and tapped my shoulder.
I fluttered my eyes open, like I hadn’t been awake for the last hour. Like I hadn’t just sucked on her ex-boyfriend’s toes while she stroked his cock. Like I hadn’t seen his cum cover her face like one of those scary, featureless, translucent white masks.
Like I hadn’t fantasized about my face covered in his cum. Like I hadn’t already fingered my pussy until I came on my sky blue sheets. Now dotted with cummy white clouds here and there.
That was a lot of fluttering. To make it believable, I mean.
