Page 111 of Falling for my Brother's Best Friend

I cut our game of professor and student short, licking up his length and twirling my tongue around the crown. His fingers dive into my hair, twisting the strands. He watches me with a heated gaze that only makes me wetter. I close my mouth over him and pump him at the same time.

“Tell me you watched a YouTube video to be this good?”

I chuckle, my lips still wrapped around him, and stare up at him, not answering his question because he’s not listening anyway. His eyes roll back, and I thank him in my own way for helping me find myself again. I might not be that same nineteen-year-old girl anymore, but I’m enjoying my life again as the woman I am.

His fingers grip my hair harder, so I bob faster, suck harder, and pump tighter. Every moan and groan and growl that falls from his lips spurs me to keep going. The fact that I can get him to where he is right now elates me. He bucks into my mouth, and I moan. He looks so hot from down here. His eyes fly open and I stare at him, not wanting to miss a second of his reaction.

“Sav, I’m going to—”

I keep going, not relenting until he pushes into my mouth and finishes down my throat.

“Fuck,” he whispers.

I lick him clean before rising from my knees, and he wastes no time picking me up and taking me over to the stool I was painting on earlier.

“Leg on either side, babe. It’s my turn to feast.”

This time it’s him who falls to his knees.

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