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Authors: Selena Kitt
Stepbrother Studs: Tristan (3 page)
His fingers traced a path down the crease of my ass, straight through my wet slit. Two fingers slipped inside me. “Well, I want more.”
“You’re my brother,” I said, my voice breaking. “What about your reputation? Appearance is everything.”
“We’re not blood, Lyla. We don’t even share the same last name. Tongues may wag, but people will forget. It’s not a good enough excuse.”
A kiss landed on my folds. His tongue stroked my length then delved between my slit. He gripped my ass and held me through the shivers that racked my body as he pleasured me.
His thumb rubbed the hood covering my clit, exposing the hard knot beneath it. His tongue lapped at the sensitive nub.
My breaths grew shattered. Tears gathered in my lashes. “Tristan.”
He moved away. His hands pushed on my knees, lowering my stance, and then his cock nudged my entrance. I drew a breath, and it hissed outward the moment he plunged inside.
“Tristan!”
“Yeah, it’s that powerful, isn’t it, baby?” He plunged again and again. “Deny it all you want, but you’re soaked and your cunt is already milking me. Won’t take much to make you come. Tell me you’re always like this. That any man can do this for you.”
I shook my head. I couldn’t tell him that. I wouldn’t lie.
His strong hands caressed my ass, molding my cheeks, squeezing the hot welts, making me feel as though I was on fire.
“God, please. Please.” I moaned, my arms collapsing beneath me. I lay with my ass in the air, my brother fucking me so hard, every inch of my channel burned. “Tristan.”
He pulled free and flipped me roughly to my back, then he used his knee between my legs to push me up the bed. The look on his face was one of determination—of focus—and I knew he was intent on winning this final battle.
When I was in the center of the bed, he pushed inside me and held. He pulled my hands above me head and kept them locked in one of his, while the other slid between our bodies.
A finger stroked my clit, and I widened my legs, raising my knees. I thrashed my head on the mattress, no longer able to meet his gaze, crazed for release. I was wet. I was on fire. “I burn, Tristan. Please.”
His head lowered until his mouth was just above mine. “For now. Forever.”
I read his intent. Knew he meant it. Part of me was frightened. I’d played this game so long, was it the game that enslaved me, or did I love him? Not like a brother—but as the man I wanted to fuck every night forever?
“No more games,” he whispered an inch from my mouth. “Surrender, baby.”
The next breath I drew brought the tips of my breasts against his chest and they tingled, sending little arcs of delight straight to my pussy. “I surrender.”
His kiss was softer than I expected, exploring—cherishing.
I melted beneath him, letting him caress my tongue and suck at my lips. He swirled his finger on my clit and the pleasure built until my hips undulated beneath him, as I tried to force him deeper. I needed him deeper. I needed us locked together. Never to part.
When he broke away, I gasped, “I love you.”
“I know you do, baby. I know. I know.” And he let go of my hands and braced himself above me, sighing as he thrust harder inside me.
From beneath him, I watched as his eyes glazed with pleasure and words spilled from his mouth. “So fucking hot. So good. Yes, yes, yes.”
We blended together and apart, together again, and held, both watching the other as our orgasms washed over us.
When we could breathe again, he gathered me against his chest. “You’re moving in with me. We’ll be married when the Acevedo case is closed.”
“I guess I better make sure it’s locked up tight. Maybe we can find some leverage for a deal?”
“You in a hurry to marry me, sis?”
I wrinkled my nose. “You know you’re going to have to stop calling me that.”
“Why? You are my sister. And my lover and partner.”
“You’re my best fuck,” I said, giving him a smirk.
He squeezed my waist. “Say it again.”
“You’re my best fuck.”
“No, you know what I want.”
“You’re my best fuck.”
“Do you want another spanking?”
I laughed, but then sobered when I noted the steadiness of his gaze. He needed to hear it again. Needed me to be his ultimate cheerleader. “I love you. The DA’s gonna walk into court, see you sitting across from him and start to quiver. Because he’ll know who has the biggest dick.”
His smile stretched wide. “I love it every time you say that. And it’s funny—it works. I imagine us both swinging our dicks in a sword fight as we argue.”
“Yeah, I kind of figured that. You’re always sporting a hard-on by the time the judge calls it quits for the day.”
“I sport a hard-on because I have to sit next to you and watch you swing your leg. Because I know you’re hot and that you can’t wait to be alone and finger yourself.” He bent close. “But guess what, baby?”
“What?” I whispered.
“I’ll be there, as soon as we close the door on our meeting room. I’ll sit you on the edge of the table and eat you out.”
“Promises, promises.”
“It’s only fair, don’t you think?”
“I don’t care what’s fair. I only care that you love me.”
“I do.” He grabbed my hand and slid it over his dick. “Can’t you tell?”
I moaned. “I want you to fuck my tits again. Slowly this time.”
“I won. My choice.” His expression grew solemn. “But I’m dying to cover you with my cum. Get those babies ready.”
We laughed as we wrestled, and in the end, he did make a lovely mess of my face and breasts.
The End
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By Selena Kitt
Molly’s handsome stepbrother, Finn, has called her Pita—short for pain in the ass—for so long, she’s almost forgotten her own name.
And, she has to admit, she’s mostly lived up to it, because Finn is a typical, know-it-all, overprotective older stepbrother who thinks he always knows what’s best for her.
But when she finds his journal and reads the secrets he’s been keeping, she suddenly has a decision to make.
They have one week alone at a cabin together this summer—can she make Finn realize that, this time, his little stepsister knows what’s best? For once, she knows what she wants—and now she knows he wants it too.
Does she have the courage to push him to his limits?
EXCERPT
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I didn’t see him again until after I’d eaten my dinner. He stomped through the back door and stood over the recliner where I was sitting sideways, feet swinging idly, while I read an old copy of People magazine. Pictures of the sexiest man alive didn’t thrill me nearly as much as the angry flush spreading across Finn’s cheeks or the sight of his lean body in shorts and a loose tee.
“I want it back.”
I blinked up at him, pretending I didn’t have a clue what he was talking about.
“Nice to see you, too,” I said, giving him a smirk.
“Now. I want it back.”
I sighed and made a show of rising from the chair. I made sure to stand very close so I had to tilt my head to meet his gaze. I liked his height. Liked the breadth of his expanded shoulders. He looked strong and lean, and very capable of picking me up and doing whatever he wanted to do with me. A thought that thrilled me to my toes. But how to goad him into doing it? That was the question that had been driving me buggy since I’d masturbated in front of him.
“What do you want back?” I asked, letting my smile deepen just a little. Just enough he knew I was fully aware of what he wanted.
“It’s mine, Pita. My
private
journal. Now move your sweet little ass and get it for me.”
I didn’t have to pretend to shiver at his command.
“Or what?” I whispered, leaning closer.
“You don’t want to find out.”
“Maybe I do.” I tilted my head and licked my bottom lip. I’d never been much of a flirt, but with Finn, I was finding it so easy to do. Maybe it was because my nipples were tight again and my pussy was beginning to warm.
“Fuck,” he said under his breath, his glance dropping to my mouth.
“Is that what you want?”
“Stop it.” His gaze narrowed and bored into mine. “I’m your brother.”
“That didn’t stop you thinking about me giving you blow jobs.”
His expression hardened. “It’s one thing to think it. I’m a guy, we think about sex all the time. But I’m not a fucking perv.”
“How disappointing.”
“Stop playing.” He reached out to grip my upper arms. “Give it back.”
I raised my chin. “Or you’ll… do… what?”
His grip tightened. So did his lips. Before I could gasp, he whipped me around and bent me over the chair. The first swat stung my ass, the shock holding me still. The next swat was just as sharp.
And then something happened. Something unexpected. My skin tingled. My pussy grew damp. Following another naughty impulse, I reached back and shoved my shorts and underwear down to my thighs.
“Again.” I’d been naughty, and naughty girls needed punishment—right?
“Pita,” he groaned. “Goddamn it, why can’t you act like a normal girl?”
“You spank girls so often you know what’s normal?”
“Never. For fuck’s sake, pull up your pants.”
“Or what?”
Instead of landing another slap on bare skin, he dragged me up against his chest. His mouth was right beside my ear, his breath coming fast and harsh.
My shorts slithered down my thighs and puddled around my feet. While I stood nude from the waist down, I looked up and to the side and met his hot glare, daring him silently to act.
“I want it back.” He sounded like he was trying to keep his cool.
“And I’ll return it,” I agreed, swallowing hard. Was I really going to do this? But I already was, doing it. Now I just had to get him to do it too. “But first you have to spank me like you mean it. I mean… don’t I deserve it?”
I saw the surprise in his icy blue gaze a moment before his eyes narrowed. And then he moved, not letting go of my arm as he sat in the chair. He yanked me over his lap, his strong, bare thighs riding my ribs and my belly.
“Why are you doing this?” His voice was almost a whisper, like maybe he didn’t want to know.
Bent over with blood rushing to my head wasn’t a situation exactly conducive to lying, so I answered him honestly.
“I don’t know. I guess I’m curious. And this feels... good.”
“Me spanking your ass feels good?”
“My bare ass... please.” I nodded.
I wasn’t a virgin. But I also wasn’t very experienced. I knew enough to understand that he’d sparked something inside me. Something that wanted his punishment, his control. I felt feminine and helpless, and so thoroughly excited I thought I might get off like this, bent over him, his hand smacking me until my ass was hot and my pussy so wet I’d dampen his thigh.
Just the thought was getting me off.
He laid his hand on the curve of my bottom, tentatively, not giving me its weight. Like he was fighting with himself, trying to make the right decision—but he was tempted to give me what I’d asked for. What I deserved.
What I wanted.
What I knew he wanted.
