Page 6 of My Brother's Best Friend

I stared up at Alec through wide eyes and tightened around his huge cock, but Alec didn’t stop thrusting into me. Instead, Alec kissed me just below my ear, his slight stubble tickling me.

“Answer him,” he murmured to me. “Before he comes in here and finds me fucking his little sister’s tight cunt.”

“What d-do you want, Oliver?” I managed.

“Have you seen Alec?” he asked.

Alec sucked on my soft spot, sending chills down my spine. I slapped a hand over my mouth and moaned into it, clenching around Alec as he continued to pump into me. I furrowed my brow, trying to find my voice.

“Maddie?”

“No. I—I haven’t seen—” I started.

Suddenly, Alec thrust into me so fast and so hard that I couldn’t think straight. I gripped on to his shoulders, fingernails digging into the taut muscle.

“Alec … we need to st-stop,” I whispered.

“If you see him, let me know.” Oliver paused. “Nobody is bothering you tonight, right?”

A couple of moments passed, and I pressed a hand harder against my mouth to hold back my whimpers. All I wanted to do was to cry out for Alec. As much as I hated this dickhead, I had wanted to be with him for so long.

But nobody could know about this, especially Oliver.

Hell, I didn’t even want Alec to know how much I enjoyed this. With all that he had drunk tonight, I doubted that he’d even remember this tomorrow. But still, if he even remembered a glimpse of me moaning for him, I would never hear the end of it.

“N-no!” I shouted to Oliver.

“And, uh, are you okay in there?” Oliver asked. “You sound like you’re in pain.”

“I’m fine!”

“All right.”

Once I heard Oliver’s boisterous footsteps disappear down the hall, I let my hand fall from my mouth and whimpered into Alec’s ear as quietly as I could. I wanted to stay quiet, but I couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Fuuuuck,” he grunted loudly into my ear, making me tighten even more.

After thrusting himself all the way into me, he stilled, and I couldn’t help the leg-trembling orgasm that ripped through my body. He looped his arms underneath my shoulders and slammed even deeper into me.

“You’re mine now.”

“Yours?” I asked, wave after wave of pleasure rushing through me.

My mind was high. I wasn’t thinking straight. I couldn’t.

“All”—he thrust deeper—“fucking”—even deeper to push his cum inside me—“mine.”

After a couple of moments, Alec pulled out of me and collapsed onto the bed beside me. His chest heaved up and down, his hazy gaze focused on the ceiling. I let out a low breath and pulled the blankets up to my chest.

Fuck.

I had just slept with Alec Wolfe, the man who I claimed to loathe the most in Redwood, the player, the douchebag, the man-whore who slept around with anything that moved, the asshole who had barely spared two glances at me before.

Why? Why is Alec really here? And why am I now his?

Hands balling into fists, I gritted my teeth. Because of the alcohol.

“Get out,” I snapped, shooting up in bed.

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