Stepbrother Biker (MC BDSM Dark Erotic Romance) Read Online Free Page A

there, but it doesn't exactly hurt. “See, it's not that bad,” he says as he inches into her. She lets out a whimper and squirms against him, instinctively tightening her hold around him. “You can't do that, Kara,” he speaks, his voice warm and tickling the back of her neck. “I said relax ,” he repeats. It comes out more like a demand.
    She breathes hard, her breasts, cheek and stomach pressed up against the cool glass. He drives his finger deeper into her and she bites her lip. It's awkward, and not entirely comfortable, especially when he slips his index finger in next to it. Her fingers curl against the glass, the shower humming behind them, as she feels herself slowly loosen and adapt to the shape of him. He crooks them inside her, making her yelp, and then with a twist, he removes them.
    His fingers are closely replaced with his cock, circling her rim before pressing inside. “Cole,” she cries, panting frantically.
    “ Don't move,” he says as he slowly inches into her. “You're only going to hurt yourself.”
    She breathes, willing herself to relax and loosen for him. He drives himself deeper between her cheeks, little by little, until his pelvis is pressed tight against her ass and he can't go any further. He rests his arm against hers, his fingers interlacing with her fingers against the glass. And then he thrusts. Not hard, just shallow push into her, followed by another, and another after that.
    He slips his arm between her hips and the glass, letting his hand fall between her thighs. He continues to pump into her as his fingers trail through her folds, finding her mound and circling it slowly. Her hand closes tight around his as the pain suddenly dissipates and a pleasure she never imagined takes over her body.
    Her body arches, allowing her to accommodate even more of his length. He pushes even harder into her, their hands grasping desperately at each other. She lets out a long, wanting groan as they climax together.
    She rests her head back against his shoulder as he softens and pulls out of her, continuing to hold her close.
    “ Turn around,” he instructs her, and she does. He pulls her back by the hips until they're both directly under the shower head. Then, he picks up a washcloth, lathers it up, and washes her body. HE starts at her shoulders and neck, circling the suds over her skin. She watches him in awe of the way he can be dominant and then tender, sometimes both at the same time. She wonders how long this connection between the two of them has been there. How is it that they lived under the same roof for almost her entire life and yet she never realized it?
    He works his way down her body, over her stomach and over her thighs, and then coming up the back before rinsing her off. He kisses her cheek softly before squirting a drop of cold shampoo against her scalp. It sends a chill down her entire body, but that dissipates when he massages his fingers gently through her hair, washing it thoroughly and rinsing her off under the showerhead. Then he turns off the water and steps out of the shower, beckoning her to follow.
    After wrapping her in a clean towel he presses his lips against the back of her neck, holding her waist softly.
    “ Dry off then get something to eat,” he says. “I have plenty more planned for you later.”
     
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    Why is he being so good to me?
    Kara never considered herself to be a cynical person, not until Cole, at least. After toweling off she emerges from the shower to a sweet aroma – it's Cole fixing breakfast. Sure it's simple waffles and eggs but she didn't even think he knew how to boil water, let alone cook a whole meal. He must've learned after moving out , she figured.
    She's hesitant to even sit down at the table, expecting it to be some sort of trap or trick. But it isn't. He smiles when their eyes met, his own dark eyes looking softer than usual. Then he places a plate in front of her, but none for himself.
    “ Enjoy this, get some rest and I'll