Filthy (A Stepbrother Romance) #1(19)

I snuck from my bedroom and out into the hall. I wasn’t embarrassed, not even in the least bit. I slipped down the stairs and headed toward the kitchen. I was beyond thankful that my father had gone shopping before he and Mia’s mom left to go on their honeymoon. I would be able to make breakfast for both of us.

I took in the kitchen: the white cabinets and dark marble counter with matching stainless steel appliances. I was lucky to have such a good father. The thought caused sadness to bloom covering up all the good I had experienced with Mia in the last twelve hours.

My mom. I f*cking missed her. I wished she had made it through everything. I wish that God hadn’t taken her away from me when I needed her most. I lost a piece of the person I was when she passed away. Nothing could replace your mom, and you only got one. When they were gone, that was it. I would do almost anything to have her back.

“Deep breaths,” I said the words out loud instead of keeping them in my head. My mom would be proud of me right now. Doing the good that I was for Mia. Hell she would love Mia. It’s me she would hate.

I opened the fridge and got out the eggs, milk, some fresh fruit, and veggies. I was going to make us omelets, or at least try too. I had never made a woman breakfast before, not even the girls that stayed over after f*cking. Mia was better than them, and she deserved the world.

I cracked the eggs into a bowl and mixed in some milk. Then I turned the stove on and got the pan ready for the eggs. I poured the eggs into the hot skillet and let the egg cook a little bit before putting in the veggies. Folding the omelet over, I topped it with cheese, and repeated the process again.

I grabbed a breakfast tray from the pantry and placed all the items on it. I smiled to myself as I headed up the stairs. I could hear water running as I entered her bedroom, the door creaking as I pushed through it.

“Ahhh…” A soft moan vibrated through my body. Was that? I placed the tray down on top of the dresser and walked without thought toward the bathroom door. I couldn’t help but be hard the moment I heard her breathy moan. I was on cloud nine as I pushed the door open a tiny bit, my eyes catching on her naked body in the shower. It felt so wrong but so right at the same time.

“Talon. Fuck me!” That couldn’t be her dirty mouth saying my name as she fell apart?

“Fuck!” she swore again, and my eyes glided down between her legs where her hand was. I was about to cream the inside of my f*cking sleep pants because this innocent as f*ck beauty was all but screaming my name.

I watched as she moved her fingers faster, her face was covered in a mask of pleasure, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip. She was so f*cking beautiful, and I wanted to take her right here, right now. Nothing else mattered.

“You have no idea how badly I want to sink to my knees right now and eat the f*ck out of that * of yours. I bet it’ll taste just as sweet as you look.” I couldn’t take my eyes off her body her plump tits that were begging to be touched, the curve of her hips, and her shapely legs. I wanted to dig my fingernails into those thighs and lap up every single scream that fell from those soft pink lips.

My eyes lifted to Mia’s face, her eyes were wild a frenzied mess that I desperately wanted to jump into. I had never craved a woman so badly. There was a pink tint to her cheeks as she looked me over, her teeth still sinking into her bottom lip. She looked like she had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar, and God how I wanted to be that hand.

“Don’t stop on my behalf, baby…” I groaned out the words adjusting my cock in my pants.

“I’ve never…” she spoke softly, her cheeks growing redder. I smirked at her, shucking off my pants. I would be more than welcome to help her.

“I’m sure you have touched yourself on more than one occasion,” I growled as I opened the glass shower door. Her eyes grew to the size of saucers as she saw my cock fully erected coming straight for her. I wanted to laugh in amusement at the sight of her face but didn’t.

“I have. I just never have done it in front of anyone,” she said shyly. God, she was perfect. The most delectable thing I had ever been given in my life. I wanted to taint her so f*cking badly. Dirty up that pure image she had. Once I got there with her she would never picture f*cking the same way again.

“I’m about to rock your f*cking world, Mia. Don’t be shy with me. Not when I can make you come with the flick of my tongue.” I dropped to my knees on the tile floor, looking up at her, waiting for those magical words to be spoken.

“Please,” she purred.

“Please what?” I gripped her thighs pulling them further apart so I could see her delicate *. With a swipe of my finger between her lips, her legs were wobbling, her eyes rolling to the back of her head.

“Mia,” I ordered, her name rolling off my tongue like I had spoken it a million times. I was going to savor these moments with her.

“Please….” She sighed. “Fuck me.” I could feel her fighting against me as she tried to bring her legs together to get some type of relief. I swiped my finger over her clit again, and she moaned loudly her fingers gripping my hair.

“What was that, baby? I couldn’t hear you?” I teased her, wanting her to say it in one full sentence. The build up was the best, even if my cock was begging me to sink into her pink softness. I wanted to f*ck her like there was no tomorrow, but I knew she needed more than that.