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“Look who’s talking,” she whispered.

Her breasts were full, her nipples tight against the fabric. She overfilled the cups, her chest rising and lowering rapidly as she fought for breath, as both of us fought for control.

She reached around, her gaze on mine, and undid the clasp of her bra. The lingerie fell, her breasts bouncing ever so slightly, and I reached out to brush my knuckle across her rosy nipple.

“Beautiful,” I mumbled and then leaned forward to capture one with my lips. She moaned, sliding her hand through my hair, and I suckled her. Then I moved to her other breast, molding her, paying as much attention to her body as I could.

“I love your tits,” I said on a harsh chuckle, and she laughed, as well.

“I love you loving them,” she said, her voice deeper. She had one leg wrapped around my waist, the other spread and hooked over my hip. I slid my hands down her body and tugged on the button of her jeans. Her gaze moved to mine, and she nodded. I undid her pants, grateful that she helped me by lifting her butt so I could wiggle them down her legs. They fell to the floor, and she sat there in little pink panties that barely covered her. I groaned again, then dropped to my knees, grateful that my counters were at the perfect height. And then I looked at her beautiful covered pussy and blew cool air over her.

“I’m going to fucking taste you.”

“Then do it,” she said, sounding like the Annabelle I was getting to know, the one who knew what she wanted, and I was grateful for it.

I pushed all thoughts of how this could be wrong and how we were probably fucking this up out of my head. I didn’t have time for that. Not when I craved the deliciousness before me. I slid her panties to the side, gazed at the glistening flesh in front of me, and then latched myself to her pussy.

Her hips shot off the counter, and she wrapped her legs around my neck. I moaned, flicking at her clit as I licked and sucked. Then I speared her with two fingers. She came, her mouth open on a silent scream, her full lips looking delectable.

I gazed up at her, and she peered down at me, her eyes dark. I swallowed hard. I kept kissing her, licking, and then I stood up and leaned forward to meet her mouth. I crushed my lips to hers, tangling my fingers in her hair. She arched into me, her pussy wet against my jeans. And then she was suddenly undoing the snap on my pants, unzipping me. She slid her hand behind the elastic of my boxer briefs and gripped me.

I let out a breath, sucking air through my teeth to try not to come right then.

She pumped me slowly, and I cursed, hating myself for not being able to focus. I blindly reached out for my wallet on the counter, dug for a condom, and pulled away slightly. I kissed her again, needing to taste her, to fall into oblivion so I wouldn’t think too hard.

I ripped open the condom packet, slid the latex over my dick, and didn’t even bother to pull my pants off completely. I positioned myself at her entrance and met her gaze. At her nod, I slammed home.

We both gasped out a breath, her pussy tight like a vise around me. I shook, needing control. And then she met my gaze, leaned forward, and bit my lip. I grinned, gripped her hips in a bruising hold, and moved.

I fucked her on the counter, both of us panting, egging each other on as I moved more frantically, slamming home over and over again. And when she came again, my thumb over her clit, all that remained was desire and need and temptation. No worry or anxiety.

I came with her, needing her. Not thinking about the fact that I could have just fucked everything up. All I could think about was Annabelle touching me, the way it felt, her taste, how she came around my cock. And the fact that I didn’t want this to be over.

And even if it meant me going to hell, I wanted to do it again.

Chapter 9

Annabelle

My legs were still wrapped around Jacob’s waist as I leaned back and let out a breath. My lips were swollen, my hair tousled, my breasts heavy and covered in tiny little bite marks from the person currently still deep inside me. Jacob leaned down, his whole body shaking as he swallowed hard. Neither of us spoke until he cleared his throat.

“I think...I think I should clean us up.”

I looked up at him and nodded, not sure what to say. The brother of the boy I had married for friendship rather than love, and the man who had hated me up until last week, was currently balls-deep inside me, after coming hard—after I had come even harder around him. Not once, not twice, butthreetimes.

“Yes, I think we should clean up.”

He pulled out of me, and I winced at the ache, knowing I would be sore later. “Shit, are you okay?”

Well, that was a loaded question. Okay? Not even a little. But I didn’t think that was what he was asking. At least, not yet.

“I’m fine. Really. It’s just been a while. And you’re uh, well, not small.”

His lips quirked into a smile, and I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at the male pride I saw in his expression.

Yes, he had a big dick. And, apparently, he knew how to use it. And his mouth. And his hands. And now my breasts were heavy again, and I wanted to press my thighs together to relieve the ache.

Damn him.

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