“Who knew being pregnant would turn my prudish Gwennie into such a horny little minx,” he growled playfully, running his fingers in my hair as my lips turned south toward his groin. “It suits you.”
“Does it?’ I asked, lapping my tongue over his tip ever so slightly. “I wasn’t sure you’d really like dealing with your needy stepsister trying to sit on the cock every second of the day.”
Tristan let out another laugh as he pulled me into a deep, passionate kiss. “Clearly you don’t know me at all.”
I smiled, pressing myself into his warm body as I straddled his waist, my back arched as I slowly lowered myself down onto his stiff rod.
“I love you,” he whispered softly to me as I took him slowly deeper inside of myself, gasping out as that piercing slid right against my spot as I worked him in all the way to his base.
“I love you too,” I moaned out, looking down into his eyes.
As I began to move my hips at a torturous pace on top of his cock, I realized that my entire life had lead up to this moment, a moment of pure happiness with the one person I truly loved. I threw my head back, letting out a soft moan of pleasure as I felt his shaft twitch as I worked my hips against him.
I had spent so much time trying to match others with their perfect soulmate that the person I was always trying to set up was myself. All I needed was the right place at the right time and the will to grab what I’d always wanted.
My stepbrother, Tristan Wolfe—and his royal prick.
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Bad Boy Bikers:
Saving Landon (A Bad Boy Biker Romance)
Saved by the Bad Boy (A Devil’s Dragons Biker Romance)
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British Bad Boys:
Royal Prick (A Bad Boy British Romance)
Arrogant Brit (A Bad Boy British Sports Romance)
Rock Hard (A Bad Boy British Rockstar Romance)
Played (A Bad Boy British Romance)
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Bad Boy Rockstars:
Illicit Behavior (A Bad Boy Rockstar Romance)
Rock Hard (A Bad Boy British Rockstar Romance)
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Bad Boy Stepbrothers:
Lust (A Bad Boy Stepbrother Romance)
Richard (A Bad Boy Stepbrother Romance)
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Bad Boy Billionaires:
Protect And Serve (A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance)
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Bria
“Ugh, that was so cheesy,” said Kaitlyn, as she dug through her purse looking for her car keys.
“I know,” I said. “It was like, shitty comedy, meets shitty romance, meets shitty drama.”
“So... you’re saying it was a rom-com-shit-dram?”
She tried to suppress her giggles but couldn’t help herself. The way she was covering her mouth and choking back little snorts of air made me lose it too. Her laugh was contagious. It reminded me of the way we used to be when we were kids.
“You’re so dumb,” I said, struggling to keep my grin under control.
“Whatever. You know I’m funny.” She burst into another fit, and I followed suit.
By now, curious movie-goers were staring from all corners of the parking lot, probably startled by the two twenty-somethings losing their minds somewhere off in the darkness. Or maybe they just wanted in on the joke…
The lock clicked, and I popped open the passenger-side door. The aroma of popcorn and butter was still thick in my nose. It had seeped into my clothes and hair.
“Take me home, driver,” I said. “I have to be to work early tomorrow.”