Page 31 of The Brides Brother

The orgasm was building all over my body, making my hair stand on end, unraveling me.

I was trembling from the inside out, and I couldn’t contain it.

“Want me to go faster?” I heard his voice in my ears, and I nodded.

I hoped he could hear me, but just in case he couldn’t, I managed to relay my response.

“Yes,” I shuddered, and he obliged my request. Once again, he thrust into me, his pace controlled and measured, and I almost cried out then at the sweetness of it. Lust was taking over my whole heart, mind, and senses, and I was completely powerless to stop it. He went faster, then, unable to control himself as his own primal, urgent need took over.

He let go of me, but I knew how to position myself so I could ride him the way I wanted to, and this worked out in my favor. He grabbed my ass, and the aggressiveness of it turned me even more wildly on.

At this point, I didn't even think it was possible, but then his lips connected with the swell of my breasts, and my head fell back with a gasp. I was so sensitive and tender, and he knew just how to work my nipples through the fabric. With his hands, he cupped the weight of my mounds, and then with one sharp pull, my breasts were released and completely exposed to him.

“Fuck,” his hips pumped even faster into my core.

“You're fucking perfect.”

He leaned forward then, his breath on my breasts one after the other, and I couldn't hold back my moan. His lips covered my nipples and sucked, hard, his tongue flicking over the engorged tip, and it made me leak even harder. I was stimulated from every part of my body, and it was too much to take.

I could feel my sex pulsing and trembling around his cock, rocking my hips on him, going as hard and fast as my trembling thighs would allow me. It was impossible for me to last or him for that matter. We were too in tune, too frenzied, too aroused. Lust hung heavily in the air as we fucked each other without pause, my hips tilted at just the right angle to drive us both wild. I could feel the head of his cock as it hit the end of me, relentlessly, making me whimper and cry out.

I lost all sense of shame and caution as I rocked into him, the fierce pants of his breathing burning across my cheeks and against my neck. He was close, I could feel it, and so was I, and so we held on to each other even tighter.

I loved the way he gripped me, so hard. It revealed a moment of vulnerability that, even though I knew was involuntary, still felt nice. Incredibly nice. Maybe too nice because I returned it and couldn't stop myself from kissing him. There was very little lust involved as I tasted his skin—the underside of his jaw, the ticking vein in his forehead, and down his neck. He was so strong, so virile, so gorgeous... I couldn't get enough of him.

“Come for me,” he said, just as his hand moved between us and began to stroke my clit.

“Ah,” I cried out at the added stimulation, and I was sure then that we had been heard. I couldn't stop myself, and he didn't seem to care as he went even faster and harder. My hips lost control. I rocked into him like someone crazed, and in no time, my hand was slapping over my mouth to muffle my scream.

It was barely effective, but I needed more to keep me somewhat grounded to reality because as the orgasm hit and wreaked through my body, I felt myself go slightly unconscious. For the few seconds after, I felt formless, nothing registered as red-hot pleasure overtook my mind and senses. In the midst of it all and at last, I could feel him clenching hard as well around me like a vice as he too got his release.

His groan was fierce against me, his grip so hard I felt as though he was going to snap me in two. I relished every moment of it, feeling him so shaken and affected as he continued to spurt. He seemed to come forever while I couldn’t stop myself from rocking on him, squeezing every bit of pleasure left from our joining.

Eventually, we were both able to catch our breath, and slowly, life around us and beyond this moment began to register. The sun had set, though there was still a little light out; the air had gotten much cooler, and it was such a relief as it filtered in from the porch and brushed against our heated skin. Our heartbeats weren't heaving like mad anymore; our hips weren't churning, and our minds weren't racing.

We were calming down, yet he still held onto me as tightly as possible. His face was buried in my neck as though he never wanted to move, while I had to fight the urge with all of my heart to keep from kissing his head.

Suddenly, though, there was a knock on the door. A hard, curious one, and this did the trick.

It jolted us both immediately to our senses, and I sprang off his lap so fast that I stumbled backward. He tried to hold onto me, to stop me from falling, but it was fruitless. I landed on my ass, butt naked, with my legs spread out before him; however, his face was full of concern.

“Are you alright?” he asked, and I nodded.

“I am.”

Immediately, I scrambled up, but of course, I wasn’t quick enough. His eyes lowered down, and my soaking sex was completely open to his perusal.

Now, shame was eager and quick, striking me like a boulder, and as soon as I got back up to my feet, I turned away from him. His following words, however, startled me.

“Come here,” he said as I started to pull my dress back over my breasts and down. However, I didn't reason.

“Your cunt,” he said. “I need it in my mouth.”

Pleasure struck me then so painfully in my core, a gasp tore from my lips. At his words, my clit once again began to throb, hungry, greedy, and it took every ounce of me not to turn to look at

him because I knew that the moment I did, I would be lost, my brain would cease to work, and lust would drive me like a crazed woman.

“There's someone at the door,” I reminded him, and my gaze went to it. I was nervous because I couldn't even begin to imagine who was there. They had probably heard us, and I would probably be fired because this was sure to get to Aurora.

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