Page 83 of Stepbrothers

She nodded and clasped his biceps. Stared into his eyes. “Yes. I can.”

“Is this how you get yourself off?”

She nodded again, her cheeks flushing. “I have a very sensitive clit.”

“Which is to our advantage.” He kept up a steady pace. “But to be honest, you’re one of the most responsive women I have ever been with, your body is like a finely tuned machine just waiting to take off.”

“Oh fuck, I’ll take off if you keep doing that.”

“Good. Because I want to watch you. See every flicker of pleasure go over your face.”

She canted her hips, pushing into his touch.

“You need it a little harder, right?”

She nodded.

“And faster.” He didn’t wait for her to respond, just increased the speed at which he was stimulating her clit.

“Oh fuck.” Her arousal had been hovering since the spanking, as if the erotic pain had primed her body for sex. And now that Parker was touching her so expertly, a final switch had been flicked. She bucked beneath him, lost to sensation. The pressure was building fast.

“That’s it,” he said, excitement lacing his tone. “Give yourself over to me.”

“Parker,” she gasped. She gripped his arm with one hand, and with the other, she grasped the sofa’s edge. “Please…don’t stop.”

“I won’t, baby.”

He kept on going, no change in position or pressure. Several delicious minutes passed until she was panting and tense and her clit a swollen bud of need.

“Come for me,” he said, “Come now…come right now.”

The steely command had her tipping over the edge. She stilled, frozen in time and on the precipice of pure bliss.

He stayed with her, working her clit and filling her vision with his rapt expression.

She cried out, wildly, primal, an animalistic gush of sound that tore from her chest. Her orgasm ripped through her, white-hot and rampant.

“Fuck yeah,” he said, ferociously working her pulsing clit. “God, you’re beautiful like this. I want to do this to you every day for the rest of your life.” He captured her mouth in a kiss. Delving his tongue in to search for hers.

She opened up and let him in, ran her fingers into his hair, and held him close. Lying on his lap, legs parted, pussy wet and convulsing, she’d never felt so desired and female and safe.

Chapter Seventeen

Parker, at that moment, was Clarice’s world. But still, Hugh wasn’t far from her thoughts. It was him, after all, who’d worked her body into a smarting, hot frenzy an hour before.

“Parker,” she said.

“Mmm?”

“When do you think he’ll be home?”

“When the fire is under control.” He brushed her hair from her brow.

“How long is that likely to take?”

“How long is a piece of string.” He grinned.

“You’re not being helpful. I’m still worried about him.”

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