Authors: Eve Kaye
For My Stepbrother Billionaire: A Steamy BBW Stepbrother Romance (Billionaire Stepbrother Book 2) (8 page)
Jake knelt down and kissed my wet pussy. He climbed in between my arched legs. He kissed my nose and lips. I tasted the sweet, salt slickness.
“You’re going to have my baby,” he said.
I absolutely beamed.
“Yes,” I said, “I am.”
I lay there buzzing in bliss. I thought about my future. Jake and I. Our baby. I wished Annika the best with Charles and their baby. I didn’t have any hard feelings towards her because I was in heaven. With the one man that I knew I could make happy forever.
And who could make me happy forever too.
I would give him a baby and make him the happiest man on earth.
Maybe several babies.
Jake smiled at me and held me close. His heart beat against my chest and I knew we would be this close forever.
THE END
Pierced by Cupid’s Prick
Preview
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He must have had the same idea. Because he pulled out of my mouth and picked me up, his powerful hands around my waist. He lifted me like a feather, with impossibly strong arms. Higher, until my sex was near his mouth. He pulled me close and drew in a deep breath.
“You smell of life. Of richness. Of pleasure.”
“You smell pretty good too,” I said.
And immediately wished I hadn’t.
So not smooth.
He breathed deep again. Sucking in my scent.
My god.
Shivers shot up my spine. I moaned and cried out. I felt the slippery wetness on my inner thighs. He hooked my legs over his muscled shoulders and slid his tongue around and in my belly button. I ran my hands through his impossibly black hair. Like dipping my fingers in stardust. He nipped at the little nob of pelvis bone that found its way out of my curvy hips.
The clenching deep in my belly grew stronger. It was an empty glove, squeezing, yearning to be filled. To be stretched.
He lapped up the wetness on my thighs. The slick sex sweat. My body burned. I was a burning bulb. My filament glowed brighter as more current rushed through.
He stopped and looked up at me. My eyes blurred as the world wavered in and out of existence. He smiled.
His tongue ran up and down the groove between my legs. A feather light touch.
Whoa.
I shuddered. So that’s what a clitoris is for. I’d taken it around the block, but this was different.
He kissed and sucked and licked me there.
My filament blew.
My belly clenched hard and I came. My body convulsed. I screamed. A banshee scream. A primal scream that comes when you do. Tears streamed down my face. My mind was white light. Thought was a memory. There was only the sweetest ache of completion.
Of climax.
His lapping, licking, tasting tongue didn’t stop. I fell down a wave and just as quickly raced up the one behind it. He circled my button, plunged inside my heat, nibbled on my tender flesh. I felt another wave building under me. My body had no strength for it. No resolve to survive it.
But I couldn’t stop.
The wave picked me up. Swept me away. Surging waves radiated from my sex. I laughed and cried and screamed and moaned.
I felt the edge coming. My toes dangled out over the cliff.
And then he picked me up and flipped me over, bending me over the table.
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About the Author
Eve Kaye lives on the West Coast of the United States, with all the crazies. She fits right in. She shares a home with her wonderful husband, children, and two dogs that think they own the house.
She writes contemporary steamy romance and often delves into downright naughty erotica. If she's not writing, she can usually be found reading or walking in the woods with family.
