Page 45 of My Brother's Bad Best Friend

“I didn’t tell you to do that,” he whispers.

I grunt again as he gets his boxer briefs off, his hard cock stiff in front of me, thick and long. I’ve never seen a cock like it before in my life and it’s all I can do to stare at him.

For the first time, I might be having second thoughts. I’m not sure I can handle that dick, let alone let him fuck me however he wants. And I suspect it’s not going to be gentle.

“Still sure?” he asks, tipping my head back, smirking with one hand on the base of his gigantic dick.

“I’m sure,” I lie, trying to keep my voice steady.

He laughs softly, and guides my mouth toward his tip. I take him between my lips, sucking him slowly as first, but he presses me down deeper by my hair. I let him push into my throat, barely taking half of him before I gag and have to pull back.

He chuckles softly. “You say you want me to be mean, but you can barely take my cock.”

“I don’t have a lot of experience with, uh, this…”

“You haven’t sucked a cock this big before,” he says for me. “I get it, but you better get to work anyway.”

“You asshole,” I say, which only makes him grin more. Annoyed at myself, I take his cock between my lips again and this time, I slide him further into my throat. I want to gag but I suppress it, tears forming in my eyes, determined not to let this asshole win.

I start to suck him faster, using both my hands on his thick, long shaft. He grunts and clearly likes it. I feel his grip in my hair slacken as I take him deep again, getting even deeper and feeling oddly proud about that. I suck him faster, harder, lips suctioning around his tip. I look up as I pull back, chin tipped up, and he leans down to kiss me. I can taste his tongue and his salty cock still in my mouth as he pulls me to my feet, lifting me up into the air and depositing me on the counter again, my back against the shelves there.

He spreads my legs, his cock right at my dripping pussy. I cock my head as he pins my wrists on either side of me above my head, holding me there as he teases my pussy with his enormous dick.

“Last chance to back out, little rose. I’m not going to be so nice when I’m inside of you,” he whispers in my ear.

“I’m not backing out of anything, asshole.”

“Good girl.” He moves one hand down to guide himself against me as he slowly pushes deep into my pussy.

I gasp, pleasure and pain mixing. He keeps my one hand pinned as he pushes deep into me. He fills me right away and goes beyond my limits, shattering my previously held beliefs about what I could take and what I couldn’t. He’s stretching me wide open and it hurts, but it also feels good. It’s confusing, but in a good way, the kind of good that I don’t want to stop.

He tips my chin toward him and kisses my lips as he slowly grinds his hips inside of me, moving his cock around, pushing even further. I realize I’m moaning into his mouth as he pulls back and starts to fuck me, big dick working in and out, moving with a leisurely but determined pace.

“Oh fuck,” I whisper as his hands move the apron aside and tease my breasts, feeling my nipples and pulling rough as he thrusts hard. I groan as he does it again, thrusting hard and squeezing a nipple. It hurts and it feels good and it’s confusing, just like all of this is confusing, but I want more of it. That’s all I know, and all I care about.

His hands slide up into my hair as he fucks me faster, shaking the counter. A container of napkins falls to the floor but that only makes him thrust harder and deeper, ripping into my pussy, shaking the whole wall. More items fall down but I don’t care. I realize I’m moaning freely now, hands gripping the edge of the counter as he fucks me hard. I gasp his name as he grabs my hair, moving in a circular grinding motion before thrusting again. I hear something break nearby but neither of us bother to look over.

He smirks as he licks a thumb and slides it between my legs. I feel him find my clit as he fucks me, rubbing and thrusting deep, send icicles of pleasure rolling down my back.

I reach up and run my hand through his beard, pulling at it, making him grunt. His eyes flash at me as he puts one hand on my throat, pressing me back harder. I reach up and pull his hair, guiding him toward me as I kiss him, filling his mouth with my tongue as his cock fills me deeper and deeper, his thrusts getting harder.

He growls and pulls me back off the counter, spinning me around, spreading my legs. He pushes my chest to the counter and my hands behind my back as he thrusts his cock, sliding deep inside of me easily. I have a second to think about how wet I am before he starts to fuck me rough again, rocking deep into me, pushing me apart and filling me.

He releases my wrists and I steady myself against the wall as he fucks me hard, grabbing my hips. He slaps my ass and I know that’s going to leave a bruise but I buck my back against his cock harder, wanting even more, wanting every inch. I’m losing my mind, losing everything about me, and all I need is the glowing intense pleasure that’s building in my core. I’m getting desperate, I’m getting needy, and I’m not slowing down until I get what I want.

Neither is Jonas. He thrusts harder, his muscles rippling, his eyes flashing as I look over my shoulder, grunting and groaning. He pulls my hair again, palming my ass as he pushes deeper and deeper.

“Still like it when I’m mean, little rose?” he whispers in my ear, pulling my hair back toward him.

“Oh god, yes,” I moan, throaty and full of desire. “I think you can do better than that.”

It spurs him on, his thrusts getting harder and deeper. He pushes into me again and again, ripping into my pussy, tearing me to blissful pieces. As he keeps going, slapping my ass and controlling me like his little toy, I can feel him slowly building me up again. I can feel it building between my legs, my need and want and desperation all growing, my hate of what happened to me, the memories that haunt me and shred me, the people that mistreat me, hit me, spit at me, I forget it all as he keeps building me, keeps fucking me.

I let it all go at once. I let it all go as I come, the orgasm rippling down my body, starting soft but building into an intense crescendo of eye-darkening pleasure. I can’t do anything but tighten, every muscle tensing, his name slipping from my lips over and over. He fucks me through it, hands less violent, supporting me now, pulling me close against his hard chest as he keeps pumping, not slowing down.

“Oh fuck, Lizzie,” he whispers in my ear as he comes. I can feel it, right at the tail end of my own orgasm, his come bursting into me. I grind my hips to help him along, wanting him to fill me up, heedless of how stupid it is. I can’t care about anything but this moment, this moment right here and now.

He groans as we collapse together against the counter, his arms wrapped around me, holding me tight. I didn’t expect him to be so tender afterward, but I love it. I work myself into his embrace, cocooning into him for warmth and support and whatever else he’ll give me. His lips are close against my ear, his breath warm against my cheek, and there’s nowhere else I want to be.

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