Page 53 of My Brother's Bad Best Friend

“No,” I gasp, but I know he’s right. I hate it when he’s right, but it feels too good to argue.

“Don’t be afraid. It’s not going to stop. I won’t take it away from you, not until you get what you need.”

I groan and grind against him as his fingers press deeper between my legs. It feels so good, my breasts bare as he kisses them, my nipples hard as he tongues them. I groan and roll my hips again as he thrusts his fingers deeper inside of me. I reach forward without thinking, tugging at his briefs, and he smirks, pulling them off.

He’s hard as hell as I take his cock in my hand. He moves up toward my mouth and I lean forward, taking him between my legs, still on my back as he kneels at my head. His hands continue to tease me, feeling my breasts and throat and fucking my pussy as I suck at his big dick desperately. I want to taste him so badly. I want to be a part of his world, to come on him, to feel him come inside of me.

I gag, trying to go too deep, but I don’t slow down. I try it again, getting deeper, feeling his cock stretching my throat. I gag and pull back, and he leans forward to kiss me.

He pulls back, getting off the bed and grabbing my hips to pull me along. I groan as he turns me over onto my stomach, getting me on the edge of the bed as he drops to his knees, his tongue already on my ass and sliding between my cheeks. I gasp as he tongues my hole and licks me up and down, finding my clit and back to my ass, piercing me and rolling all around. It feels incredible and fucked and amazing as I look back over my shoulder at this incredible man, his tattoos flexing under his stone muscles.

I feel him stop and straighten, and instead of his fingers pressing against my pussy, it’s his cock. I look over my shoulder just as he slides easily inside me, filling me up like I was made for him. I’m so slick it’s easy to fuck me, sending jolts of pleasure through my body as he tears me to pieces.

I groan and he slaps my ass, fucking my tight pussy from behind. I remember how sore I was after the last time, but this time the pain’s a little less, the pleasure a little more intense. I wiggle my ass at him and he slaps harder. I want that sting, that little bite of pain to make the pleasure so much sweeter, and he gives it to me. He pulls my hair and tilts my chin back, fucking me rough, using me as his toy. I love the feeling of his cock slamming into my pussy, my ass banging against his hard abs, his body enveloping mine, controlling and dominating me.

My bliss mounts, rolling through me. I buck my ass back and start to ride him like that, using my hips and knees to work myself back and forth along his length. He grunts and slaps my ass, letting me do the work. Sweat beads on my skin and I love it as he licks some from my back and bites down onto my shoulder, making me groan. I move faster, willing him to give me what I want. I need it so badly it’s almost impossible to breathe.

He pulls away just as the pleasure’s mounting, like he knows exactly how to edge my joy and bliss, stringing it along perfectly. He grabs my hips hard and leans over my body. “I want to feel every inch of you,” he whispers. “I want to own every part of you.”

“Oh god,” I whisper. I feel his cock pressing against my ass and I know I shouldn’t. I’ve never had someone inside of me like that before, but in this moment, I’ll do anything. More than that, I need everything, I need it all.

His hand wraps through my hair, his cock slowly pressing harder against me. I can feel the pressure mounting as I relax, wigging my hips to get closer to him.

“What are you waiting for?” I ask, looking at him. “Fuck me.”

He smirks and slides his cock into my ass. I toss my head back and groan, half in pleasure and half in pain. He’s so big, way too big, but he keeps sliding deeper. I wiggle my ass again and stay relaxed as I take him. He fills me, stretching me, pain and pleasure and more mingling through my body as he slowly starts to fuck my ass.

It’s a new sensation, one I’ve never felt before. The pain’s more intense, but the pleasure’s there too. As he keeps going, slow at first but mounting faster, the pleasure starts to increase, matching the pain in an incredible mingling running down my spine.

I move faster, letting him fuck me deeper and slow. He reaches around my hips to find my clit, rubbing it as he fucks my ass. I gasp and my fingers dig into the comforter, pulling it tight and groaning as he keeps going. I hear his grunts and I know he’s getting close, but as he rubs my clit faster, I realize the orgasm’s going to roll over me soon.

I move faster, matching his pace. It hurts and it feels good and I know I’m giving myself over to him completely. The old me would’ve been afraid of this, terrified even, but not this new version. I’m free to do what I want with whoever I want, and I want Jonas more than anything I’ve ever felt. I want him so badly I can barely breathe.

I come in deep, slow spasms as he works my clit fast. He buries his cock in my ass and concentrates on the clit, moving me through the orgasm and pushing me over the edge. I groan and wiggle my ass a little bit as it starts to ebb and slow. His thrusts get faster, his grunts louder, and I let him fuck my ass deep and harder, grunting along with him.

He comes inside of me. It feels strange as he fills me, but I like it. I work my hips and shake my ass as he comes, helping him along. When he’s through, he collapses onto the bed next to me, holding me tight.

I nuzzle up against his muscular chest, breathing in his body, his sweat and his smell. There’s nothing for me outside this room. I can feel an ache between my legs, but it’s a good ache, the kind of ache you get after real hard work. I feel weirdly accomplished as he looks at me, a little smile on his face, and he kisses me slowly.

That night, for the first time in a while, I sleep in a bed with another body pressed against mine. It’s the best sleep I’ve gotten in a long, long time.

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