Stepbrother’s Obsession – Possessive Man Read Online Lena Little

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Insta-Love Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26630 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
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“Two can play this game,” I tell him before sending a huge splash of water in his direction. He’s too slow to move away and gets soaked, but my distraction works well. Seconds later, Graham finishes sneaking up behind him, and Trey shouts as his friend shoves him into the pool before jumping in right after.

Graham and I high-five through laughter. Trey shakes his head to get his hair off his face, giving us both a stormy glare that’s considerably less dark thanks to the amused smirk on his mouth.

Trey strikes back faster than I can counter, grabbing me by the waist and yanking me closer to him, water splashing everywhere. One hand on my waist, the other tangled in my drenched hair, Trey leans down so his lips skim the shell of my ear when he whispers, “Has my sweet girl turned into a brat?”

I cling to him, trying to hide the way his words affect me. I love the way he talks to me like this and how he treats me with such adoration even when his voice has that edge of warning that I love. But, I’m a good girl at heart…and I love the way he rewards me for it.

“No,” I whisper back, pushing closer so my nipples, peaked with arousal through the thin fabric of my bikini top, press against his chest. “I’m your good girl.”

Trey growls, his hands tightening on me, and I feel his cock jerk with arousal at my words. I grin, kissing his shoulder as Graham yells at us to get a room.

Trey grumbles about wanting to murder anyone who dares to look at me in my swimsuit, but to do that he’d have to let me out of his arms. Considering we’ve been stuck together since we got in the pool, I doubt that’ll happen. Still, it’s nice to have him all protective and possessive, and no matter how many times I get splashed with cool water, my face stays permanently flushed.

We stay in the pool until the air grows cool and the bright sun begins to slip down towards the horizon. The first time I shiver, Trey has us up and out of the pool in seconds, refusing to let his girl get cold. Some of the others are starting to fuss around a firepit, and as Trey grabs a cozy towel to wrap around my shoulders, Lisa hurries inside in search of matches.

The music has been lowered a little, but drinks are still flowing while everyone gathers around on the patio, the air full of laughter and chatting.

“Come on, cupcake. Let’s get you warmed up.” Trey wraps his arm around my waist to lead me inside.

I nod even if I’m not all that cold. I would like to change out of my wet swimsuit, though, and tie my hair up out of my face.

Trey follows me into the bathroom, locking the door behind us with a click, and drops our bag onto the tiled floor. My towel drops too, and in seconds, he strides forward and slams his mouth to mine, both of us groaning as we kiss.

“I’ve been fucking dying to touch you all day,” he growls against me, his hand tugging on the wet ties of my bikini until the wet fabric flops to the floor, leaving me completely exposed. “Fucking edible, sweet girl, that’s what you are. That swimsuit…” he trails off with a rough groan, nipping at my bottom lip, his hand cupping my breast, squeezing possessively.

“Trey…” I moan, trying to keep quiet as he pinches my nipple, sending shocks of pleasure through me.

“Can you keep quiet for me, sweet girl?”

I nod despite not being entirely sure I can. I’m absolutely willing to try, though.

As soon as he has my answer, he lifts me, sitting me at the edge of the counter near the sink. I part my thighs on instinct, biting my lip as he shucks off his wet shorts, his cock hard and ready for me.

Both of us are worked up from the teasing whispers and touches in the pool, and I have to muffle my moan by burying my face in his neck. Trey holds my hips and drags me onto his cock.

He fucks me hard and fast, his hands gripping my hips the only thing stopping me from sliding all over the damn counter. Pleasure sweeps through me, and I shake with the effort of staying quiet.

“You’re doing so well for me, sweet girl,” Trey groans against my ear. “Taking my cock so perfectly. You were made for this.”

His dirty mouth is going to be the death of me, but I’ll die happy. My nails dig into his shoulders as heat blooms low in my stomach, my orgasm closing in rapidly. I don’t know if I can stay quiet through this. It’s already so hard.


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