Page 30 of The Brides Brother

"You were expecting this? Thinking ahead?”

“No,” I replied, leaning forward once again to kiss him because it felt as though I was losing my mind without his taste in my mouth.

He, however, held on to this story just as though it was any normal day, and we were having a simple conversation. It felt too good, too real. In order to remind him of what this was, I positioned his semi-hardened cock along the crevice of my sex and began to rock my hips.

“Hm,” he groaned, that hoarse, gorgeous sound of his.

“I just …” I tried to string words together in my head. “I was going to take a shower, I think. I wanted to apologize first.”

“Without underwear?”

“It was becoming quite uncomfortable to have on.”

“Why?” he asked, and I rocked into him even harder. It weakened me, my thighs trembling at the pleasure that wreaked through my system. I was overtaken in that moment by my need to fuck and be fucked, and it was all I could think about.

“I'm on birth control, I'm clean, but I didn't have a recent test. You can go check if you want, just let me know.”

I leaned forward because I needed to kiss him, and he submitted. I didn't know how long the kiss lasted, but when we parted once again, I couldn't think of anything at all.

“We'll use a condom too,” he said. “I'll arrange for a medical person to come over to test you before the day is over. We'll get your test tomorrow.”

“Okay,” I breathed into his mouth, nibbling on his lips. He caught my neck once again and slid his tongue into my mouth. Eventually, he guided me off his lap, and even though I was reluctant, I eventually didn't have the choice but to move away so that he could get up.

I was dazed as I tried to make myself decent, but I couldn't. Instead, I waited for him until he returned and took his seat once again. I wanted to watch as he slipped the condom on, but all I could do was stare, ambushed and drained of strength, up at the gorgeous ceiling.

Eventually, though, he caught me by the arms and pulled me, and I was once again back on his lap.

“Ready?” he asked, and I managed to nod.

Throwing my arms around him, I held on tight, and soon the gorgeous head of his cock was positioned at my entrance. He stroked me, loving the small gasps that escaped my lips at the tease.

“We're going to have a wonderful week together, Evelyn,” he said, and I truly didn't know how to respond. My hope was that after this, after he had hopefully fucked my brains out, I would be able to come to my senses. I would no longer think of this as madly and obsessively as I had since I met him, and I would be able to control myself. With this plan in mind, I gave myself the permission to enjoy myself to the fullest right now because I was going to do everything I possibly could to ensure that it never happened again.

“Ready?” he asked, his arm going around my waist. It wasn't an affectionate act; rather, it was operational, ensuring that I didn't slip off. It was unnecessary, though, because I held onto the armrest beside him, and then I was truly ready.

He watched me, and I didn't understand why. It was such an intimate act. I didn't know what he'd see if he stared so closely into my eyes. I didn't want to know what I'd see in his. So, I

simply shut my eyes as I felt the nudge of his head at my entrance, trying to calm my heart. Pleasure had turned my stomach to mush. Excitement and anticipation were stinging up my spine; anxiety and fear of being caught were causing sweat to mist across my skin. I was feeling too much all at once.

I didn't quite want this to end because it felt too good, but truly I couldn’t wait until I got back to normal. Till things got back to normal. I held on as his cock pushed into me. He was deliciously girthy; however, just as I had expected, it was incredibly difficult to accommodate him.

“Fuck,” his heated breath brushed over me. “You're so tight.”

I took it as the compliment that it was but relished the fullness that came with his size. He was more careful than I would have expected, given that we were just having sex and he really didn't need to be. However, he took his time, watching my every expression until he was eventually and fully sheathed inside of me.

I froze in place for a moment, then my eyes tightened even further shut as I inhaled deeply and exhaled. I felt exquisitely stretched, more than I had ever been, and it was unreal.

“You okay?” he asked, and it took me a moment to decode. Soon enough, as pleasure began to tingle up my spine, I nodded.

“Please move,” I told him, and to my surprise, he leaned forward and kissed me. I could taste the smile on his lips, the ease, the enjoyment. He was so intense in everything that he did, but in this instance, I was surprised at how fully and easily he seemed to be enjoying himself.

“Let me know if you need me to pause at any moment,” he said, and I nodded.

“I will.”

He grabbed my hips then; his strong hands digging into my skin and lifted me gradually off his cock. He was so strong, his biceps flexing hard at the strength he was expending in lifting my weight. I wasn’t a huge girl, but I wasn’t dainty and petite either, but he controlled my dance on his cock.

Once again, he leaned forward to kiss me, and I melted into it. There was something about his kisses that seemed to stop my entire being the moment we connected. It was warm, wet, and so sweet that in these moments, I forgot everything else beyond the heat and weight of his tongue. His slides in my mouth were expert, with just the right pressure and at just the right pace to keep me restless.

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