My New Step-Dad Read Books Online Free Alexa Riley

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic, New Adult Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 31475 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 157(@200wpm)___ 126(@250wpm)___ 105(@300wpm)
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“Oh fuck, Sophie. I’m gonna cum,” I say, watching her fingers rub her clit.

“You can wait until I cum,” she says, and my eyes snap up to meet hers. She’s testing me, and God help me, I’ll do whatever she asks.

“Okay.”

I take deep breaths and watch her rub her slick pussy. She brings her fingers down to her opening, drawing her honey up to her clit to make it slick. She rubs faster.

“Goddamn it,” I grunt, and slightly pinch the end of my cock to keep cum from shooting out. “Please cum, Sophie. I can’t hold out.”

“Bruce,” she whispers, and throws her head back, closing her eyes in pleasure.

She’s killing me slowly, and what a beautiful way to go. If I die right now, my only regret would be not sinking deep inside her first.

She rubs even faster, and suddenly she arches off the bed. “I’m cumming!” she shouts, and it’s the green light to unload.

I watch the opening of her pussy pulse and release sweet honey drops of her pleasure. I stroke my cock twice and my cum shoots out hard and fast, splashing across her virgin pussy and thick thighs.

“Sophie,” I breathe, and struggle to stay upright. My orgasm is powerful and nearly crippling but oh so sweet.

Suddenly, she pulls her panties over her pussy, and rolls away from me.

“You can go now.”

“Sophie—”

“We’re done here, Bruce. Good night.”

She doesn’t sound angry or upset. She says it with finality and no room for argument. I get off the bed and walk towards her door.

“I’m—”

“Close the door on the way out, Bruce. I’m tired and I really want to sleep.”

I close the door and walk to my room. As I lie in bed, I can’t help but think how the tables have turned.

SOPHIE

Ding

My Facebook alert goes off again. If someone sends me one more Candy Crush request I’m going to block them, I think, clearing the notification.

I hear what sounds like a growl from behind me. I turn my head to look at Bruce, my hair slipping off my shoulder as I do so. He’s sitting on the chair behind me, just staring at me while I lie on the floor, playing with my iPad. He sits with his long legs extended out before him, reminding me how crazy tall he is. The top button of his shirt is undone, and he looks more laid-back than normal. He’s been doing it all day; just watching me.

His green eyes bore into me, his jaw clenched tight, a five o’clock shadow showing on his face. I roll my eyes, going back to searching for a new book to read, browsing the selections. I know he wants to ask, because he asked the last three times my iPad dinged. He wants to know who’s messaging me, mistaking the game dings as actual messages. I didn’t correct him, and each time I just ignored his question, playing into what he’s thinking.

I like seeing the jealousy on his face. I liked it even more when Bryan showed up and asked me to lunch. When I went to get my purse, Bruce followed me, informing me that if I went to lunch, Bryan wouldn’t make it out of the building with me. It was a completely barbaric thing for him to say, and I pretended to be offended.

I wasn’t.

I joked that maybe we didn’t have to leave the building, and that I could just go back to his place and eat. I couldn’t tell from the look in Bruce’s eyes if he was serious about hurting Bryan, and it was messed up for me to lead Bryan on. So I went to the door and told him I’d forgotten I had something to do, but not before he gave me his number. All of which Bruce saw.

Shows him. You don’t see me snapping at him every time his phone goes off, asking if it’s Holly or someone else. I’m starting to notice that the more I ignore him, the crazier it drives him. Maybe he is crazy. First, he wanted me as far away as possible and got angry when I threw myself at him. Now I’m keeping my distance and he’s stuck to my ass. I can’t leave a room without him following me, making up some reason why he needs to be in that room too.

I tried to escape to my room for a little, but he found reason after reason to come in—from checking the smoke detector batteries to making sure the hot water in the bathroom didn’t come on too hot to testing all the light sockets to make sure they were working. It was beyond ridiculous. Now I just find myself moving from room to room so he’ll follow. Chase me.

I like it. Hell, who am I kidding? I fucking love it. Suck it, Holly. He isn’t following you room to room like a cute grumpy puppy. I wonder if I ignore him long enough he’ll pee in my room, or chew up my shoes just to get my attention. A bark of laughter escapes me, thinking about Bruce doing those things.

“What’s so funny?” he asks in a tone I know is harder than he intended.

Rolling to my side, I prop my head up with one hand, the rug digging into my elbow. “Don’t you have work to do or something?” I ask in a bored voice, trying to provoke him. I know I said I was done chasing him, and I am, but I get a thrill out of getting a reaction from him. I can’t seem to stop myself.

“You have no idea how much work I should be doing,” he says, running a frustrated hand through his hair.

I was shocked when he didn’t go to work today. He kept pulling out his laptop like he was working on it, but every time I looked over at him, his eyes were on me. To make it worse, he didn’t even try to pretend he wasn’t looking at me. No, he just stared, the look of hunger all over his face.



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