Page 3 of Deep Thr*ating Big Brother

The time ticked by slowly as I sipped my port and settled deeper into the soft, aged leather. I didn’t know how long I sat there, but I felt the effects of the wine settle into me and grew sleepy. My mind finally clearing of anything but how cozy I was.

But that all changed in an instant when Ifeltsomeone’s presence.

I felthim.

I didn’t see him at first, but I knew Frankie was there. The familiar weight of his closeness—of him watching me—slid over every inch of me. It wrapped around me like a comforting, cherished blanket that I’d never get tired of feeling.

“Why are you in here all alone, Saffa?” His voice was so deep, so commanding.

My breath hitched as I glanced toward the doorway and saw Frankie standing there, watching me. He was so big and muscular that he filled the entire entryway and made me acutely aware of how feminine I was in comparison.

Although his eyes were bright and blue, his gaze was dark, and it was locked on mine. He was always so unwavering and unapologetic.

“Frankie,” I whispered, the image of his cock being shoved in my mouth playing on repeat in my head once again.

He pushed off of the doorframe and stepped inside, but with deliberate movements, he shut the door and slid the lock in place.

My pulse quickened, and every nerve in my body came alive as he closed the distance between us. Each step he took held this undeniable dominance that made me want to drop to my knees and submit in whatever way he wanted me to.

“What are you doing all alone in here?” he asked again, his voice low and smooth, like the rich flavor of the port on my tongue.

“Why did you lock the door?” I countered, though my voice lacked any real inquisition. I should’ve demanded he open the study and leave. He was my brother, and thinking about having Frankie fuck me was so far on the side of wrong that I should have instantly been given a one-way ticket to the underworld.

But I said nothing, just waited to see if he’d answer. And all I could do was look up at him like I was a moth and he was a flame, luring me in as if hypnotized.

He stopped just inches from me, and the heat of his body radiated outward and past the small space that separated us.

I took an involuntary breath in. It was sharp and crisp, and the scent of Frankie saturated everything. His aroma was rich and distinctlyhim. It made me feel drunker than I actually was.

Before I knew what was happening, he reached out, his fingers brushing lightly against my cheek as he pushed a strand of hair away from my face. That light touch left a trail of fire in its wake.

“What are we doing here, Saffa?” he asked in a voice that was softer but laced with something I had only ever fantasized about.

Raw, forbidden need.

My mouth opened, but then I shut it and pursed my lips, not sure how to even respond. Because admitting I wanted my older brother to fuck me was too taboo to speak out loud.

“Answer me like a good girl, sweetheart,” he murmured, his tone carrying that hint of something deeper, darker than I’d ever heard before.

I couldn't breathe. God, the air was being sucked from the room.

“I’m just sitting here, minding my own business. I’m not doing anything,” I whispered. “Wearen’t doing anything.” If I were being truthful, denying all of these feelings and the tension turned me on, because the look in Frankie’s eyes told me he was fully aware I was lying through my teeth. My throat felt tight, my skin tingling under his touch.

Frankie’s lips curved into a small, knowing smile, but there was no amusement in it. Only heat. And hunger.For his sister.

While he held my stare, I watched as he leaned in to brace himself with his left hand on the back of the couch as I felt him trail the fingers of his right hand over my skin, grazing the curve of my jaw before sliding down the side of my neck. He moved those fingers back up to my chin and gently pinched it between his forefinger and thumb as he tilted my chin up.

His gaze now drilled into mine with intensity, making me feel stripped bare under the weight of it.

“We aren't doing anything?” He cocked a dark eyebrow, and I took a second to note that my big brother was so fucking hot. His short, dark hair was styled haphazardly, like he’d been running his fingers through it. “If there's nothing going on between us, then tell me why your pussy is soaked right now.”

I wouldn’t have been able to hold in my gasp of shock at his words, even if I’d known it was coming. That sound shot out of me before I realized I made it. “I’m not w-wet.”

He chuckled, but it held zero hilarity.

“You’re lying,” he whispered, his thumb brushing along my bottom lip. The gesture was intimate, devastatingly so… and so very wrong.

But it felt so good and enticing.

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