Lies of the Stepbrothers: Billionaire Stepbrothers Romance (2 Wicked Stepbrothers, 1 Innocent Girl Book 3) Read Online Free Page B
Author: Stephanie Brother
mouth is gaping open in shock, her eyes glassy as she tries to convince herself I was a mirage.
I take it Blane hasn't told her it was my art opening they came to.
I smirk as she goes on, stumbling when she takes her next step. She's obviously feeling confused and it feels fucking good to know I can still rouse a reaction out of her.
Damn fucking good.
***
I follow Emme to work, watching her walk into the building. After that, I walk around aimlessly, my thoughts filled with her, only her ...
That silky hair, the creamy skin. Her perfect breasts, her tight pussy. All I need.
I end up next to a local college, where people are lounging on the lawn and doing some studying in the sun. I don't know why, but I find pleasure in observing people - not like a normal person would. I don't watch them, trying to imagine the stories of their lives. I look at them, imagining how best to hurt them.
And it just so happens that I spot the perfect victim.
She's another Emme lookalike, but so different once again.
She's younger, about 18 I'd say. Her hair is shorter than Emme's, in a bob brushing her chin. She's got those striking green eyes Emme has, though not quite the same shade. And a banging body.
However, she's different than young Emme ever was.
We were best friends when we were kids, and I still remember her like it was yesterday.
Naive, sweet, soft ... So innocent.
This girl has a certain hardness to her, like a knowledge of the world. I'm sure she's had sex before, given head and swallowed come. And when our eyes meet across the lawn and she offers a lazy smile, I know she's a goner.
I don't even have to walk over to her. She says goodbye to her friends and strolls to me on the lawn, offering what I'm sure she thinks is a seductive smile.
"Hey," she says with a Southern accent.
A Southern belle. She will be perfect to spoil.
"Couldn't stay away?" I ask lazily, getting straight to the point. Her eyes shine with surprise, but only for a second, then she returns a small smile.
"Want to see my room?" she offers.
A girl that gets straight to the point - how tacky. Emme would never do that.
"I'd rather have you bended over a park bench and fuck you while everyone here watches," I offer with a smirk, and her mouth drops open in a shocked o-shape.
A smile replaces it pretty soon, and I know it's a done deal.
I take her by the arm, not the hand. Instead, I clasp her forearm in an iron grip and pull her behind me. We walk until we're blocks away, and she doesn't make a sound, just clattering behind me in her heels.
I drag her into an alley close to Emme's building. Seeing it makes me think she's somehow feeling what I'm about to do to this Southern doll.
I push the girl against the dirty, grimy wall of the side alley and my hand immediately comes to rest on her inner thigh. She's wearing such a ridiculously short skirt I'm sure I'd see her thong if she were to bend down.
"Oh," she breathes heavily, pretending to be shocked by my actions when she all but asked me for it. "My name is Cheyenne, by the way ..."
"Shut your mouth," I say roughly. "I don't give a fuck about your name."
She gasps with surprise, but as my fingers move her thong to the side, the gasp turns into a moan of pure pleasure.
Not for long, princess.
My fingers outline her lips, already dripping wet with her need for me.
"Such a whore," I whisper in her ear and she writhes under my touch. She's about to argue when I abruptly turn her around so she's facing the wall. I make her grasp the bricks and she gasps for more.
I spread her legs in front of me, nice and wide. Next, I open up my zipper. I have to rub my cock a few times to get it hard, and I have to think of Emme to get it up.
Fuck.
I position my hardness on her lips as she pants for me to push it in. But in the last second, I change my mind.
Ripping her panties off, I decide to go for her ass instead. She's such a filthy girl, but I'm sure she hasn't had a cock in this hole yet.
My
I take it Blane hasn't told her it was my art opening they came to.
I smirk as she goes on, stumbling when she takes her next step. She's obviously feeling confused and it feels fucking good to know I can still rouse a reaction out of her.
Damn fucking good.
***
I follow Emme to work, watching her walk into the building. After that, I walk around aimlessly, my thoughts filled with her, only her ...
That silky hair, the creamy skin. Her perfect breasts, her tight pussy. All I need.
I end up next to a local college, where people are lounging on the lawn and doing some studying in the sun. I don't know why, but I find pleasure in observing people - not like a normal person would. I don't watch them, trying to imagine the stories of their lives. I look at them, imagining how best to hurt them.
And it just so happens that I spot the perfect victim.
She's another Emme lookalike, but so different once again.
She's younger, about 18 I'd say. Her hair is shorter than Emme's, in a bob brushing her chin. She's got those striking green eyes Emme has, though not quite the same shade. And a banging body.
However, she's different than young Emme ever was.
We were best friends when we were kids, and I still remember her like it was yesterday.
Naive, sweet, soft ... So innocent.
This girl has a certain hardness to her, like a knowledge of the world. I'm sure she's had sex before, given head and swallowed come. And when our eyes meet across the lawn and she offers a lazy smile, I know she's a goner.
I don't even have to walk over to her. She says goodbye to her friends and strolls to me on the lawn, offering what I'm sure she thinks is a seductive smile.
"Hey," she says with a Southern accent.
A Southern belle. She will be perfect to spoil.
"Couldn't stay away?" I ask lazily, getting straight to the point. Her eyes shine with surprise, but only for a second, then she returns a small smile.
"Want to see my room?" she offers.
A girl that gets straight to the point - how tacky. Emme would never do that.
"I'd rather have you bended over a park bench and fuck you while everyone here watches," I offer with a smirk, and her mouth drops open in a shocked o-shape.
A smile replaces it pretty soon, and I know it's a done deal.
I take her by the arm, not the hand. Instead, I clasp her forearm in an iron grip and pull her behind me. We walk until we're blocks away, and she doesn't make a sound, just clattering behind me in her heels.
I drag her into an alley close to Emme's building. Seeing it makes me think she's somehow feeling what I'm about to do to this Southern doll.
I push the girl against the dirty, grimy wall of the side alley and my hand immediately comes to rest on her inner thigh. She's wearing such a ridiculously short skirt I'm sure I'd see her thong if she were to bend down.
"Oh," she breathes heavily, pretending to be shocked by my actions when she all but asked me for it. "My name is Cheyenne, by the way ..."
"Shut your mouth," I say roughly. "I don't give a fuck about your name."
She gasps with surprise, but as my fingers move her thong to the side, the gasp turns into a moan of pure pleasure.
Not for long, princess.
My fingers outline her lips, already dripping wet with her need for me.
"Such a whore," I whisper in her ear and she writhes under my touch. She's about to argue when I abruptly turn her around so she's facing the wall. I make her grasp the bricks and she gasps for more.
I spread her legs in front of me, nice and wide. Next, I open up my zipper. I have to rub my cock a few times to get it hard, and I have to think of Emme to get it up.
Fuck.
I position my hardness on her lips as she pants for me to push it in. But in the last second, I change my mind.
Ripping her panties off, I decide to go for her ass instead. She's such a filthy girl, but I'm sure she hasn't had a cock in this hole yet.
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