The Step Don’t (Peach State Stepbros #2) Read Online Riley Hart, Devon McCormack

Categories Genre: Contemporary, M-M Romance Tags Authors: , Series: Devon McCormack
Series: Peach State Stepbros Series by Riley Hart
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Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 78418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
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“We might need to make a quick stop by the bathhouse in the next few weeks,” he goes on. “You’ve been without an audience long enough.”

My cheeks warm. “Can’t disagree with that.”

“Maybe next summer we go on a cross-country trip, and I take you to all the bathhouses we come across.” I chuckle, but—“Oh, you like that,” Colin says. “Well, guess we know what we’ll be doing next summer.”

Fuck, this guy knows me.

When I first became interested in the live stream stuff, I remember judging myself, but seeing Colin not just approve, but explore it with me has made it easy to leave all those silly judgments behind. Just fully enjoy the experiences I’m lucky enough to share with him.

“I like you all horny like this,” I say, grabbing his stiff cock and stroking. “Wonder what you’d be like if I waited until tomorrow morning to let you fuck me.”

Colin pulls away, and I see the flash of concern in his eyes before he smirks. “Don’t be cruel. You need it too.”

I nibble his bottom lip. “I don’t know that I’ll be able to sleep if you don’t.”

He beams and takes my mouth again.

I stroke his cock, but he pulls it away. “What is this?” I ask.

“Uh-uh. We’re not fucking in the shower again. I want you in my bed.”

“Now who’s being cruel?” I tease.

We finish up, dry off, and head to his bedroom at our parents’ place, where we’re staying for the summer. “Hey, Frat Cat,” I say as we enter, and our baby walks over, requesting scritches, which we both give.

Since we took him in, he’s grown so much, and his coat’s shiny and smooth, his little personality as spoiled as it should be. After we’ve shown enough affection, he heads out of the room.

“Fuck, he really knows our nightly routine, doesn’t he?” Colin says because we both know that as soon as we’re finished up, he’ll be scratching at the door to get in.

“Smart like his daddies,” I say, loosening the knot in Colin’s towel, pulling it away and tossing it onto the swivel chair at his desk. I push him back onto the bed.

“Oh, Ash is feisty tonight, isn’t he?”

“With how you teased me in the shower, you’re gonna get exactly what you deserve.”

I nab the lube from the nightstand, then crawl on top of my man, my knees on either side of him as I lube myself up, then his cock, before guiding him inside me.

Colin just lies there, letting my ass serve him. He moans softly as my body welcomes him.

“You’ve really trained me to take you,” I say. “I love the way I just open up for you.”

I lift up on my knees, then slide back down, rocking as I clench my ass, watching his expression, the way he rolls his eyes and opens his mouth. He starts to thrust, but I push my hand down against his chest. “No, no. Not yet.”

He obeys, growling like it’s taking strength and willpower to restrain himself.

I keep up my work. I know where I want to get him to. We’ve learned each other’s bodies since we started messing around. I know every twitch of his brow, every shift in his expression. I’ve learned the little moves I can make to drive him wild, just like he’s learned the ones that drive me wild. I can even tell by the way he fucks when he’s about to blow.

As I rock on his hips, I lick my fingers and play with his nipples.

“Oh, Ash,” he moans. “You feel so fucking good.”

“You gonna be ready when I tell you to fuck the cum out of me?”

“Yes.”

I feel him firm even more inside me, and a grin sweeps across my face. “Like an animal,” I tell him. “Like I’m just a fucking hole and you need to get the fuck off. Is that how you’ll treat me?”

“I will. I promise.”

I don’t have any reason to doubt him; he’s fucked me enough for me to trust he’ll do just that.

“Now,” I tell him, and that familiar storm sweeps me away as he sits up, hooking his arms under my legs, spinning me around. He’s a fucking machine as he takes me on my back, hammering away. We make up for the lost time today, our moans and heavy breaths pushing through the brief moments when he doesn’t have his tongue down my throat. Our fuck reminds me of wrestling matches we’d have when we were younger, as we toss around on the bed, though this is so much more thrilling.

Feels like he’s taken me from every angle before he guides me onto my knees so he’s fucking me from behind. With my hands on the headboard, precum dripping from my shaft, he doesn’t hold back, really nailing my prostate.

As his movements speed up, I say, “I can fucking tell how close you are.”


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