Page 5 of My Brother's Best Friend

“Alec, please …”

After grasping my hand, he placed it on the front of his pants. “Tell me you want this.”

Fuck.

He was so big. So fucking big.

“You’re my brother’s best friend, and I …” I started, my knees almost buckling underneath me. “I …”

I moved my hand up and down his length, imagining him inside of me. He would feel so much better than my fingers.

“You what?” Alec taunted.

“I hate … y-you.”

Alec groaned, “Tell me you hate me again as you’re jerking me off like that, baby.”

I moved my hand up and down his bulge again. “I hate you.”

It was a lie that we both saw through.

Alec picked me up, tossed me onto the bed, and crawled up after me, pulling his shirt over his head. Moonlight flooded in through the window, glistening against his muscular, tanned chest. He slipped his hand between our bodies and pushed down his jeans, and I could do nothing but gasp.

“Spread your legs.”

I pressed my knees together. “It’s not going to fit.”

“Cupcake, you’re soaked right now,” Alec said. “It might be a tight fit, but I’ll slide right into you.”

Fuck …

I spread my legs for him again, desperate to feel him inside of me.

This was wrong.

I was supposed to hate Alec, but I couldn’t stop.

I had wanted this for longer than I should admit.

“Fuck…” Alec grunted, pulling my oversize shorts to the side, rubbing himself against my entrance, and thrusting himself into me slowly. “I didn’t think you’d be this tight.” He continued to push himself into me until all of his cock was buried in my pussy. “You feel so good.”

Once the pain subsided, I wrapped my legs around his waist to draw him closer and moaned into his mouth. Pleasure rushed through my body, making my legs tingle, and I clenched harder on him.

“More,” I moaned. “Please, more.”

Alec pumped into me and gently rubbed my clit through my wet panties.

He hadn’t even been inside me for a couple of moments yet, but I was close. So close.

I dug my fingers into his muscular shoulders and arched my back, about to explode all over his cock. But then the doorknob jiggled, and I froze.

CHAPTER3

MADDIE

“Maddie, why is your door locked?” Oliver shouted over the music from the hallway. He shook the doorknob again, as if his drunk ass really thought it would magically unlock because he shook it harder this time.

Oh my God! Why is he up here?!

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