SAFE: A Stepbrother Romance by Emma Hunter Page A

tighter hold of her ass and started really pounding her. Each time
his hips slapped against her ass, she shouted out a number.

 
    “One!”

 
    “Two!”

 
    “Three!”

 
    She
made it all the way to five.

 
    Shaking
his head and making little tsk-tsk sound, he let himself come inside her,
pulling her tight against his body while he did. When he was spent, he slipped
out of her and went into the bathroom to get a warm, wet towel. Going back into
the bedroom, he cleaned her up. She let her upper torso collapse onto the bed
and was resting her head on her forearms. Normally he would reprimand her for
getting out of position without being asked, but she looked so perfect, he
decided to let it slide for the moment.

 
      “I think I’ll leave this in here a little
longer,” he said, tapping on the base of the plug.

 
    “Okay,”
she replied quietly.

 
    “Go
ahead and flip onto your back now.”

 
    She
followed his orders without question. Once she was on her back, she let her
eyes close and her arms rest by her sides. Brad pulled her legs wide apart and
told her to stay like she was until he came back.

 
    While
she waited for him, she thought about how lucky she was to have him in her
life. Who the fuck knows what trouble she could have ended up getting into if
he hadn’t been there and realized what she was looking for. It was some kind of
miracle how he ended up being able to accompany her down this path of kinky
desires.

 
    He
barely made a sound coming back into the room and Jillian didn’t even realize
he was there until she felt the mattress dip from him climbing on. Her eyes
opened and she smiled when she saw him there holding a small carton of ice
cream. The label was aimed so she could read it easily.

 
    “Mm.
Vanilla,” she hummed happily.

 
    “And
poor you. You only get five bites.”

 
    She
narrowed her eyes at him, wondering if begging would get her any more.

 
    “Is
there a problem?” he asked, taking the top off the carton and scooping up a big
spoonful before sticking it in his mouth. He had gotten her favorite brand and
she wanted nothing more than to sit up and snatch it from him.

 
    “I
really want some ice cream,” she whined.

 
    He
crept closer to her on the bed and swung a leg over her torso and straddled
her, sitting lightly on her pelvis. He put his boxer briefs back on, but was
otherwise still naked. Jillian sighed happily as she admired his taught muscles
and handsome face. His eyes were twinkling and he could have easily passed for
an underwear model.

 
    Taking
a nice big spoonful, he slowly brought the spoon to her lips. Her eyes on his,
she snaked her tongue out and swirled it around the mound of ice cream on the
spoon treating the metal utensil like it was a nice, hard cock. Some of the
treat melted and dripped onto her breasts.

 
    “Don’t
worry,” Brad said, “I’ll clean that up.”

 
    He
continued to hold the spoonful just out of reach so she could only lick at it.
Jillian could see his cock harden inside his underwear while he watched her
tongue the spoon. It made her feel powerful to have such an impact on his body.
Her tongue darted out in a more seductive manner, hoping she might get extra
ice cream out of it.

 
    When
the spoon was finally licked as clean as it was when it came out of the drawer,
Brad set the ice cream on the bedside table and leaned forward and licked the
vanilla drops off Jillian’s hot skin. He paid extreme attention to detail
making sure there wasn’t a speck of dessert left on her creamy skin.

 
    When
he was done, she was panting heavily and had forgotten about the ice cream.

 
    “You
know,” Jillian said, accusation dancing in her voice, “I’ve been over eighteen
for seven years now. Why have you made me wait so long for you?”

 
    Brad
grimaced. “The only thing that would have been more difficult than telling your
father we’re together, would have been telling him