Page 5 of My Ex-Boyfriend's Brothers

She stiffened under me and then let out her loudest cry yet as her core pulsed so hard around my cock that I didn’t have a choice in how long I was going to last. I buried myself as deep in her as I could get and came hard, her name on my lips like a plea. I came harder and more than I ever had, until my come leaked out of her. She was thoroughly marked with my seed and I let my weight rest on her as I caught my breath.

When I did try to ease out of her so I could roll over and let her breathe, she wrapped her arms around me and grunted. “Stay.”

I settled on top of her, my dick still hard in her. “You were worth the wait, Bubbles. Fuck.”

She laughed that bubbly laugh and surprised me with a gentle kiss to the side of my neck. “Same, Jackson. Same.”

5

***Maggie***

Before my eyes even opened the next morning, I felt the soreness Jackson had promised. I also felt hungover, even though I’d only taken a sip of the whiskey. The entire night with him had felt like a drunken dream, full of words and screams that sober Maggie never would’ve released. I couldn’t make sense of how wild I’d gone, except to credit Jackson for it. I’d never been so out of control and open with my body. It’d been freeing and intense and a dirty dream come true. A dirty dream that I’d never let myself dream.

Even in the bright morning sun with a body full of aches, I was still reacting to the feeling of his arm around me. I’d never been a sex every day kind of lady. I’d for sure never been a come more than once kind of lady. Jackson had blown every idea I had of myself out of the water in a single night. It shouldn’t have been surprising. He wasJackson Heath. He was the bad boy of the Heath family, the black sheep with a devil may care attitude.

Only, he’d been sweet and generous with his compliments the night before. Sure, he was still the motorcycle riding bad boy, but he’d shown me a different side of himself.

Jackson’s arm tightened around my waist as he nuzzled his mouth into the back of my neck and pressed his very hard, very impressive dick into my ass. “How do you smell so fucking good? You should smell like my come and sex but you still smell like citrus and honey.”

The gruffness of his morning roughened voice made all of my parts tingle. “Thanks?”

He ran his hand down my stomach, groaning when I giggled as it tickled, and then cupped my sex. I’d never been held like that before but he’d fallen asleep the same way, holding my core like he had every right to. He dipped a finger between my lips and rocked his hips into my ass harder. “You’re already wet for me.”

I spread my legs for him but one wince as his fingers brushed over my clit had him pulling his hand away. I grabbed his arm to keep him where he was. “It’s fine. I want it.”

He rolled me under him and spent too much time looking me over. I went over every possible flaw he was seeing, holding my breath as his eyes dropped to my stomach between us. His growl was instant and sharp. “Breathe.”

I looked at him as I involuntarily took a deep breath. My cheeks burned as he studied me even harder. Trying to imagine what he was seeing was making me want to run. “What are you looking at?”

He sat up so he was straddling me, staring down at my naked body. With his weight over me, I had no choice but to let him look. “You. As much as I love your perfect pussy and as much as I’m sure I’ll love your ass when I take it, I’m also hot for your body, Bubbles. You’re fucking sexy. I’ve had to hide so many hard-ons over the years because of you. The last threehave almost been a relief with you gone, solely because I wasn’t getting erections in front of my family.”

I rolled my eyes but a smile snuck its way onto my mouth. “Thank you.”

He ran his hands up my stomach and cupped my breasts. “You didn’t flinch at the idea of me fucking you in the ass. You’re a lot dirtier than I ever imagined you’d be.”

I pushed him off and then settled on my knees between his thighs. His erection was standing tall, begging for my attention. I gripped him by the base and looked up at his face. “If you’re not going to fuck me, I’m at least going to get you off.”

He gripped his hair and groaned. “Shit, Bubbles. You’re going to kill me.”

I lowered my mouth and just before I slid my lips over him, my phone rang from somewhere else in the room. I sat up. “What time is it?”

Groaning even louder about the interruption, Jackson looked at his watch and grunted. “Eight.”

I swore and jumped out of his bed. My dress was ruined but I had Jackson’s robe. I was just shrugging my arms into it when I tripped over his discarded jeans from the night before. “I’m late! I’m never late. Literally, never. I still have to go to my room and change. I should shower. I have your come in places that I don’t even want to talk about. Oh, my god, I’m freaking out.”

“I had some clothes dropped off for you last night. They’re on the couch.” Sighing, Jackson sat up and watched me. “Are you sure you can’t be a little bit later?”

I picked up the clothes with a feeling of dread. He didn’t know my size. He thought I was hot stuff. There was no way he’d guessed my size correctly. He had dick blinders on, or whatever. The soft material unfolded in my hands and I smiled as I saw that the dress was my size. It felt like butter and the deep greencolor would make me look great. I turned to him and saw that he was watching me closely.

“I thought it’d look good on you. Everything looks good on you, and off of you, but I like that dress.” He stood up and confidently strolled naked to me. Cupping my face, he lowered his mouth to mine and took his time kissing me. “Don’t shower. I want to know you’re still wearing my come while you’re being a good little worker bee today.”

I flushed and swayed into his chest. “Okay.”

He pushed the robe off my shoulders and took the time to lick and kiss my nipples before he pulled the dress over my head. Not only did it fit me like a glove, it had a built-in bra. He’d outdone himself. Before I could look for my shoes, he knelt in front of me and helped me into a new pair of sandals that showed my pedicure off.

I wanted to throw him on the bed and climb on him. I wanted to pretend I wasn’t sore and ride him all morning.

When he stood up again, he walked me to the bathroom and stood behind me while he gathered my hair in a bun at the top of my head. He twisted the hair tie around enough to secure the bun better than I normally did and then he opened two new toothbrushes and watched me through the mirror as we brushed our teeth together. It was incredibly domesticated but so sexual that I was shaking.

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