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PISTOL
A Stepbrother Romance
Autumn Gunn
Copyright © Autumn Gunn
All rights reserved.
The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.
No part of this book may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without express written permission of the publisher, except in case of critical articles or reviews who may quote brief passages to be published in a magazine, newspaper, online or other media.
If you have not purchased this book from Amazon you are reading a pirated book.
The author acknowledges the trademarked status of products referred to in this book and acknowledges that trademarks have been used without permission.
This book contains mature content, including graphic sex. Please do not continue reading if you are under the age of 18 or if this type of content is disturbing to you.
NOTE: All characters in the book are 18+ years of age, non-blood related, and all sexual acts are consensual.
Dedication
This book is dedicated to the American soldier. When their country calls, they go. Willingly.
They take our place on the battlefield. Everything at risk.
Stay safe.
Thank you.
We love you.
TABLE OF CONTENTS
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
I wanted to fuck her the first second as I saw her. That curvy little body was built for speed. More dangerous curves than a mountain pass on my Yamaha YZF-R1 superbike. Those epic tits were spilling out of her snug pink tank top. Her dark hair well down her back. She was sipping on a freshly squeezed lemonade. Those pouty lips were made for sucking my dick.
She was sitting with some guy. I could see he had a tight grip around her wrist. He was talking to her angrily.
The light turned green. I u-turned my bike in the intersection and rolled up right in the parking spot next to her sidewalk table.
I got off my bike and walked right up to them. Removed my helmet as I approached.
"Leave her alone."
She looked up from her book. It looked like some sort of math textbook.
The guy sitting next to her said, "Fuck off. Mind your own business."
"This is my business."
He pushed his chair back.
"Don't do it."
"Don't do what?"
"Stand up."
Too late.
He took a swing. A haymaker. A wild haymaker. Of course. They always do that. It must have missed me by four full inches. His momentum carried him through. I grabbed him by the back of the neck with my right hand and the back of his reddish designer jeans with my left.
Throwing a man is much easier when you have a little momentum. I rocked him back on his heels about an inch then brought him back forward my way. Carried through like the backswing at a bowling alley.
It's a sure fire move. They land face down in a totally venerable position. The humiliation is enough. The Superman position they naturally assume
A Stepbrother Romance
Autumn Gunn
Copyright © Autumn Gunn
All rights reserved.
The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.
No part of this book may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without express written permission of the publisher, except in case of critical articles or reviews who may quote brief passages to be published in a magazine, newspaper, online or other media.
If you have not purchased this book from Amazon you are reading a pirated book.
The author acknowledges the trademarked status of products referred to in this book and acknowledges that trademarks have been used without permission.
This book contains mature content, including graphic sex. Please do not continue reading if you are under the age of 18 or if this type of content is disturbing to you.
NOTE: All characters in the book are 18+ years of age, non-blood related, and all sexual acts are consensual.
Dedication
This book is dedicated to the American soldier. When their country calls, they go. Willingly.
They take our place on the battlefield. Everything at risk.
Stay safe.
Thank you.
We love you.
TABLE OF CONTENTS
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
I wanted to fuck her the first second as I saw her. That curvy little body was built for speed. More dangerous curves than a mountain pass on my Yamaha YZF-R1 superbike. Those epic tits were spilling out of her snug pink tank top. Her dark hair well down her back. She was sipping on a freshly squeezed lemonade. Those pouty lips were made for sucking my dick.
She was sitting with some guy. I could see he had a tight grip around her wrist. He was talking to her angrily.
The light turned green. I u-turned my bike in the intersection and rolled up right in the parking spot next to her sidewalk table.
I got off my bike and walked right up to them. Removed my helmet as I approached.
"Leave her alone."
She looked up from her book. It looked like some sort of math textbook.
The guy sitting next to her said, "Fuck off. Mind your own business."
"This is my business."
He pushed his chair back.
"Don't do it."
"Don't do what?"
"Stand up."
Too late.
He took a swing. A haymaker. A wild haymaker. Of course. They always do that. It must have missed me by four full inches. His momentum carried him through. I grabbed him by the back of the neck with my right hand and the back of his reddish designer jeans with my left.
Throwing a man is much easier when you have a little momentum. I rocked him back on his heels about an inch then brought him back forward my way. Carried through like the backswing at a bowling alley.
It's a sure fire move. They land face down in a totally venerable position. The humiliation is enough. The Superman position they naturally assume
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