Dirty Little Secret: New Adult Rock Star Romance (Not Exactly A Stepbrother Romance Book 1) by Kristen Strassel, Allyson Starr
Authors: Kristen Strassel, Allyson Starr
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more. “I’ll drag this out as long as it takes. You’ll get bored eventually.”
“That’s a piss poor strategy.” Bret’s chuckle reverberated against my clit, as he brought his lips down on the swollen flesh. He trapped it with his teeth and pulled gently.
I thought I was going to explode. His tongue swirled around my clit, long strokes tickling me.
He slammed his arm over my hips to pin me down. No escaping his onslaught. He hooked his fingers inside me and rubbed against my G-spot. It was the most divine sensation. He lifted his head. “I know how to keep myself entertained.”
“Good for you. The question is”—I rolled up, pulling him up to my face by his hair—“can you keep me entertained?” He groaned but didn’t scold me for breaking his stupid rules, and I pushed his head back down in my lap, hooking my legs over his shoulders. He wanted to pin me down? Well I could do the same damn thing to him.
Bret wasn’t complaining. He went right back to work, matching my intensity. His tongue was rough against my clit and labia, before he pushed it inside me and swirled it hard against my inner walls. It wasn’t enough. I pressed him against me. He probably couldn’t breathe, but I didn’t care. Let him give in. I was going to beat this bastard at his own game or die in blissful sin trying.
He clawed my hip so hard, I wasn’t surprised when blood welled in the crescent shaped indents from his fingernails. I was tempted to smear it all over him, like he did to me with my come, but that was too much, even for us.
Bret managed to break free from my grasp. He’d worn me down, but I wasn’t done yet. He crawled up my body like a caged tiger on the prowl. “There’s a box of condoms in the nightstand.” His words rumbled low against my ear. “Take one out and put it on me.”
My hands trembled as I took the packet from the drawer. He sat beside me, his gaze glued to the rubber. I wasn’t nervous, but he’d brought me to a place I’d never been before. The emotions were strong, and I didn’t know if I wanted to strangle Bret or fuck him. The throbbing in my pussy made my decision a little bit easier, and I glared at him with narrowed eyes as I put on the condom.
“Sit in my lap,” he commanded. I climbed over his body, but curled one leg under the other. He whacked my ass, the impact stinging the broken skin. “Straddle me, Gemma.”
I rolled my eyes and gripped his shoulders, digging my fingernails into the skin as I repositioned myself. I made a big show of it, sticking my tits in his face.
For once he wasn’t interested in them, but glared at me in challenge. “Ride my cock,” he said.
“No.” I laughed. “You fuck me.”
He ran his hand up the length of his sheathed shaft. “I’m getting off, no matter what. You can watch me, or you can help me.” A moan caught in the back of his throat.
There was only so long I could resist watching him stroke his cock. Every part of me drooled, wanting him inside me. This wasn’t giving in, I told myself, as I positioned my pussy over the tip. It was taking what was mine.
Bret cupped the back of my head and brought my face to his. Our lips were inches away from each other as we moved our hips in a frantic rhythm. I ripped his shoulders open, riding his thrusts. We were both bleeding now. I could almost see inside of him, and it was like a mirror into my own soul. Rage, lust, and something that looked an awful lot like respect.
I never noticed him pick the vibrator up again, until he turned it on. He pressed it hard against my clit. My body spasmed on impact, my nerve endings going into overdrive. I strangled my cry against his shoulder, biting him to keep myself from screaming. Bret slammed against me. The vibrator whirred on, matching the white noise echoing in my brain. If I let go of him, I’d fall in a heap. My bones had turned to jelly. But I kept riding him, thrust after thrust. I wasn’t giving in.
Bret’s shaft swelled
“That’s a piss poor strategy.” Bret’s chuckle reverberated against my clit, as he brought his lips down on the swollen flesh. He trapped it with his teeth and pulled gently.
I thought I was going to explode. His tongue swirled around my clit, long strokes tickling me.
He slammed his arm over my hips to pin me down. No escaping his onslaught. He hooked his fingers inside me and rubbed against my G-spot. It was the most divine sensation. He lifted his head. “I know how to keep myself entertained.”
“Good for you. The question is”—I rolled up, pulling him up to my face by his hair—“can you keep me entertained?” He groaned but didn’t scold me for breaking his stupid rules, and I pushed his head back down in my lap, hooking my legs over his shoulders. He wanted to pin me down? Well I could do the same damn thing to him.
Bret wasn’t complaining. He went right back to work, matching my intensity. His tongue was rough against my clit and labia, before he pushed it inside me and swirled it hard against my inner walls. It wasn’t enough. I pressed him against me. He probably couldn’t breathe, but I didn’t care. Let him give in. I was going to beat this bastard at his own game or die in blissful sin trying.
He clawed my hip so hard, I wasn’t surprised when blood welled in the crescent shaped indents from his fingernails. I was tempted to smear it all over him, like he did to me with my come, but that was too much, even for us.
Bret managed to break free from my grasp. He’d worn me down, but I wasn’t done yet. He crawled up my body like a caged tiger on the prowl. “There’s a box of condoms in the nightstand.” His words rumbled low against my ear. “Take one out and put it on me.”
My hands trembled as I took the packet from the drawer. He sat beside me, his gaze glued to the rubber. I wasn’t nervous, but he’d brought me to a place I’d never been before. The emotions were strong, and I didn’t know if I wanted to strangle Bret or fuck him. The throbbing in my pussy made my decision a little bit easier, and I glared at him with narrowed eyes as I put on the condom.
“Sit in my lap,” he commanded. I climbed over his body, but curled one leg under the other. He whacked my ass, the impact stinging the broken skin. “Straddle me, Gemma.”
I rolled my eyes and gripped his shoulders, digging my fingernails into the skin as I repositioned myself. I made a big show of it, sticking my tits in his face.
For once he wasn’t interested in them, but glared at me in challenge. “Ride my cock,” he said.
“No.” I laughed. “You fuck me.”
He ran his hand up the length of his sheathed shaft. “I’m getting off, no matter what. You can watch me, or you can help me.” A moan caught in the back of his throat.
There was only so long I could resist watching him stroke his cock. Every part of me drooled, wanting him inside me. This wasn’t giving in, I told myself, as I positioned my pussy over the tip. It was taking what was mine.
Bret cupped the back of my head and brought my face to his. Our lips were inches away from each other as we moved our hips in a frantic rhythm. I ripped his shoulders open, riding his thrusts. We were both bleeding now. I could almost see inside of him, and it was like a mirror into my own soul. Rage, lust, and something that looked an awful lot like respect.
I never noticed him pick the vibrator up again, until he turned it on. He pressed it hard against my clit. My body spasmed on impact, my nerve endings going into overdrive. I strangled my cry against his shoulder, biting him to keep myself from screaming. Bret slammed against me. The vibrator whirred on, matching the white noise echoing in my brain. If I let go of him, I’d fall in a heap. My bones had turned to jelly. But I kept riding him, thrust after thrust. I wasn’t giving in.
Bret’s shaft swelled
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