SCORE (A Stepbrother Sports Romance)(70)

“Mexico? I’ve always wanted to go there,” she said, throwing her arms around his neck. “Another island would be great.”

“Well, let’s get going,” he urged, and she ran to her room to pack her things. It didn’t take long to get ready, and once inside the jet they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. They arrived at Bryan’s private island where the staff was expecting them.

“Do you have mansions all over the world?” Claire asked as she stepped into a house more elaborate than the one on the island where they had first met.

“Something like that. And you do know all of these island belong to you as well right?”

Claire nodded, smiling at Chance. “Crazy, but I can get used to this.”

No sooner had they stepped into one of the master bedrooms, and before Claire had a chance to relax and get comfortable, Chance was nibbling her ears and gripping her breasts from behind. She struggled against him, giggling, but he held her tighter and led her to the bed.

“I don’t think I can wait another minute,” he breathed into her ear. He hoisted her into the air and brought her to rest on the large, king-sized bed in the middle of the room.

Claire didn’t have time to notice the view she was afforded from the large glass that covered almost one section of the wall in the corner room, the one that led to the balcony. Neither did she get to feel the softness of the plush carpet under their feet. All she could feel was the immense pleasure from his hands travelling along her sides, his breath on her skin, and his tongue as it played over her firm nipples. Slowly he ran his hands along the length of her leg until he felt the lace partition. He covered her warmth with his palm and gripped it more firmly. Claire writhed when he did and pulled him down to her. Their lips collided, and the ecstasy that followed was unlike anything they had shared before.

Her eyes rolled back, and she writhed again as he drove his finger deep inside her pussy. Before she knew it, she felt his warm, wet tongue licking her swollen clit, and she trembled and gripped the golden hair on his head. Chance dominated her from the inside out, flicking his tongue expertly over her throbbing clit and sinking his finger deeper inside her pussy and faster each time. He rose and pulled her to the edge of the bed, guiding his cock straight inside her. Claire, feeling unrestrained, let out a long, lingering moan that echoed through the halls of the mansion.

Chance stroked her hard and fast, and she gripped the edge of the bed as they shook to the rhythm of Chance’s pounding. He eased off and turned her around, placing one of her legs on the floor and the other on the bed. He guided his cock inside her once more. She groaned as she felt his cock thrusting deeper and harder into her, dominating her. She felt him groan and moan even louder as he sank his hands in the soft flesh on her ass and buried himself deeper into her. Soon a bubble started in her, threatening to burst. She dug her nails into Chance as she always did and pushed herself closer against him so his cock hit deeper in her pussy. She was coming, but she wanted to take him along with her. She didn’t have to wait too long as his tempo increased, and he stiffened and groaned loudly as he let himself spill into her before he fell onto her.

Claire slid off him and fell face down on the bed, heaving as she tried to regain her breath. Chance lay on his stomach and relaxed on his elbows. He lowered his head and kissed her on the forehead. Claire pulled him closer and kissed him on the lips. No words needed to be spoken as their eyes locked. They had found each other, and even though the events leading up to their union had been wild and unpredictable, they were finally where they were meant to be: in each other’s arms.



*** THE END ***





(BONUS BOOK #2)

STEEL



(A BAD BOY BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE)





By





Mia Carson





COPYRIGHT ? 2016

All Rights Reserved





Summer



He raised his voice again. Damn it, if he threw something, I was out of there.

“How can you be so unreasonable, Summer?” His voice sounded ugly and high-pitched, almost screeching, and I could see the tension building in his shoulders.

“Oh, really?” I couldn’t believe him. “I’m being unreasonable?”

“I only suggested we consider seeing other people.” He was close to shouting now. “I didn’t say I wanted to cheat on you.”

“But you’d like to.” I made it a statement. Honestly, I was more confused than upset. If he’d only clarify what he meant, that would be helpful.

“No. I just feel like we’re going nowhere. It’s been six months and you won’t make any sort of commitment to me,” he whined.

“I fuck you, don’t I?”

“That’s hardly a commitment,” he pointed out. “How about moving in together? You won’t talk about that. You won’t even say ‘I love you.’”

I looked around his little apartment. On the shelf next to the TV was the china doll he’d bought me. Over by the couch, on a little side table, was the crystal vase he gave me when he came back from his trip to Ireland. Come to think of it, all his gifts to me were still at his place.

“I told you in the beginning that I wasn’t looking to settle down,” I said in an even tone, trying to hang on to my patience. “If you want to live together, to get married or whatever, you’re looking at the wrong girl.”