Stepbrother Biker (MC BDSM Dark Erotic Romance) Read Online Free
Author: Elena Ash
reaching out and wrapping her arms around his neck and letting her lips crash against his. Even he's surprised at the sudden revelation, but he doesn't refuse her. He pulls her in, holding her as tight as possible against his body as they cling to each other in a manic, frantic kiss. Their lips mingle and weave together as he climbs into the bath tub with her, nearly stumbling as he goes. Her hands run messily through his dark locks. She grips his hair and gives it a hard tug, drawing a pained groan from deep within his throat, as if to tell him that two can play that game.
They stumble back and he slams her hard against the shower wall, pinning her in place with his weight. His tongue slipping into her mouth is enough to distract her from the pain. She suckles it, twisting her own tongue around his.
Water hits her body as they continue to kiss. It's cold at first and she jumps, but it eventually warms as it soaks through his clothing. She reaches down and grabs the hem of his t-shirt, breaking their connection for only a split second to pull it up and off his arms. Her hand cup his face as their lips meet again, and they both fumble with the buckle on his jeans.
Her mind and heart race as he removes his pants and underwear. What the hell have I done? she thinks. Why did I encourage him? And why do I want him so bad right now...
She could tell him to stop if she wanted to, but he's not entirely sure if that would be enough to actually make him stop. But then his lips fall to her neck, nipping her sensitive skin with his teeth, sucking it into his mouth and running his rough tongue over it. Her mouth falls open as her chest swells against his bare skin. They're so close already, and all she wants is more of him.
His lips trail up to her chin, over her cheek and up to her temple. He takes her thighs and hoists them up until her legs are wrapped tight around his hips, her body wedged in place between his and the wall. “I'm going to fuck you so damn good, Kara,” he whispers into her ear. It only makes her legs tighten around him, silently urging him to get inside of her now.
He shifts his hips until he finds her entrance, pushing his whole length into her with one rough thrust. She throws her head back, letting it hit the shower wall and cushioned only by her damp hair. She moans, digging her nails deep into his skin as he plows his hips against her.
She bucks back, taking every thrust deep into her body and grinding into him each and every time. Her mouth falls to his shoulder, tasting the water that drips down his skin and drenches them both. He grunts back at her, his cock hardening inside and stretching her wide until he releases. And even then he doesn't slow down, not until she releases as well.
Her body goes limp in his arms, her slippery legs sliding down his until she feels her toes against the pebbly shower floor.
He holds her in place, craning his neck back to see her face. With her eyes only half open, he's barely more than a blur through the droplets that have collected on her lashes. She feels him touch her chin and lift it gently, brushing his lips against hers as steam floats around them. Once again, he's gentle, loving even? Pleasure and pain.
With one arm around her, he pulls her away from the shower wall. “I'm not quite done with you yet,” he says. She can still feel him inside of her when he turns her body and pushes her face first against the foggy glass of the once clear shower door. His body is against hers in seconds, working his hand through her hair and pulling it aside to gain access to her neck. He mauls her skin, his lips and teeth leaving a trail down to her shoulder as he palms the curve of her ass, slapping her lightly and kneading the flesh.
She feels his finger slip between her cheeks and circle her rosebud. Her body stiffens against his. “Relax,” he tells her, as he pushes the tip of his middle finger inside. She sucks in air—it's the oddest feeling having something in
They stumble back and he slams her hard against the shower wall, pinning her in place with his weight. His tongue slipping into her mouth is enough to distract her from the pain. She suckles it, twisting her own tongue around his.
Water hits her body as they continue to kiss. It's cold at first and she jumps, but it eventually warms as it soaks through his clothing. She reaches down and grabs the hem of his t-shirt, breaking their connection for only a split second to pull it up and off his arms. Her hand cup his face as their lips meet again, and they both fumble with the buckle on his jeans.
Her mind and heart race as he removes his pants and underwear. What the hell have I done? she thinks. Why did I encourage him? And why do I want him so bad right now...
She could tell him to stop if she wanted to, but he's not entirely sure if that would be enough to actually make him stop. But then his lips fall to her neck, nipping her sensitive skin with his teeth, sucking it into his mouth and running his rough tongue over it. Her mouth falls open as her chest swells against his bare skin. They're so close already, and all she wants is more of him.
His lips trail up to her chin, over her cheek and up to her temple. He takes her thighs and hoists them up until her legs are wrapped tight around his hips, her body wedged in place between his and the wall. “I'm going to fuck you so damn good, Kara,” he whispers into her ear. It only makes her legs tighten around him, silently urging him to get inside of her now.
He shifts his hips until he finds her entrance, pushing his whole length into her with one rough thrust. She throws her head back, letting it hit the shower wall and cushioned only by her damp hair. She moans, digging her nails deep into his skin as he plows his hips against her.
She bucks back, taking every thrust deep into her body and grinding into him each and every time. Her mouth falls to his shoulder, tasting the water that drips down his skin and drenches them both. He grunts back at her, his cock hardening inside and stretching her wide until he releases. And even then he doesn't slow down, not until she releases as well.
Her body goes limp in his arms, her slippery legs sliding down his until she feels her toes against the pebbly shower floor.
He holds her in place, craning his neck back to see her face. With her eyes only half open, he's barely more than a blur through the droplets that have collected on her lashes. She feels him touch her chin and lift it gently, brushing his lips against hers as steam floats around them. Once again, he's gentle, loving even? Pleasure and pain.
With one arm around her, he pulls her away from the shower wall. “I'm not quite done with you yet,” he says. She can still feel him inside of her when he turns her body and pushes her face first against the foggy glass of the once clear shower door. His body is against hers in seconds, working his hand through her hair and pulling it aside to gain access to her neck. He mauls her skin, his lips and teeth leaving a trail down to her shoulder as he palms the curve of her ass, slapping her lightly and kneading the flesh.
She feels his finger slip between her cheeks and circle her rosebud. Her body stiffens against his. “Relax,” he tells her, as he pushes the tip of his middle finger inside. She sucks in air—it's the oddest feeling having something in
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