Possessive Stepbrother

"I'll give you more," he growled, lifting his head to look into her heavy lidded eyes. "I'll give you everything, Kendra." His hands slid down the ladder of her ribs, moving over her abdomen and cupping his hand over the softness of the hair covering her mons. She jumped as he combed through it with his fingers, her eyes meeting his as he touched her woman's flesh for the first time.

His mouth moved over her stomach even as his hands felt the wetness of her cunny. She was hot and wet, her cries proving how anxiously she wanted what he wanted to give her. He lifted up carefully, taking her hands and putting them on the buttons of his shirt. "Take it off," he ordered, his tone not brooking any nonsensical virginal reactions.

She did, her hands sliding over his chest and down his arms to strip him of the light weight linen. His body was beautiful, more impressive than the Greek statues she'd seen in many parks and gardens. His arms were muscled, hard and strong, his chest wide and thick.