Page 339 of The Winslow Brothers

I’m shaking his penis.

I’m touching Ty Winslow’s dick right now, and even through his clothes, I can tell he’s big. Like,reallybig.

And you’re still shaking his really big dick…

“R-Rachel?” he stutters, and I look up to meet his eyes, and that’s when I notice that his hand is still held out, waiting for mine. “Uh…”

“This isn’t your hand, huh?”

“N-no.” He shakes his head manically.

And still, I’m touching his cock.

Why am I still doing that?

Great question. Oh, and FYI, the longer you hold it, the harder he’s getting…

Ty

I thought I’d gotten control—thoughtwe’dgotten control. That we’d both come to a truce and found a reason and a motivation to move on.

I thought I was finally putting my professional foot forward instead of my dick.

And yet, here I am, Rachel’s hand on my crotch and my cock ready to rodeo.

I take deep breaths, I think about old ladies and baseball, I think about my brothers and my mom and my scumbag dad who left us as kids. I try all the mental tricks to get my dick to retreat, and none of it works. None of it even touches how horny I feel or how stubborn my dick’s being about getting touched.

He wants action and he wants it now, and Rachel’s perfect hand is still right there, holding my cock between the warmth of her fingers.

“Rachel…” I pause, unsure of what the fuck to do. My brain is telling me to step away from her, but yeah, my other brain is putting on his cowboy hat and yelling out “Yippee-ki-yay, motherfuckers!”

“You’re hard,” she whispers, and her big green eyes stare up into mine. “Like, really hard.”

“Fuck, Rachel,” I say through a groan. “Don’t look at me like that. I’m not a fucking saint.”

She doesn’t say anything; instead, she ever so gently rubs her hand against me.

It’s not helping. She’s not helping. Fuck me, why is she still touching my dick?

Because you’re letting her. Because you want this. And apparently, she wants this too.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Something snaps inside me, and I grab Rachel by her shoulders, pulling her body close to mine with a yank and pressing my mouth to hers.

My kiss is greedy and erratic, and somehow her lips follow along like they know exactly what to do. She tastes so good and her breasts bump against my chest and her hand is still on my cock and I’ve completely forgotten about anything that happened prior to this.

On a growl, I reach down and lift her up by her perfect ass, and she wraps her legs around my waist. Our kiss gets greedier, and her moans fall into my mouth as I dance my tongue with hers. It feels like we were connected by a rubber band, the only thing that was preventing us from getting back here, and that fucker just up and snapped.

She rocks her hips against me, and I kiss her deeper as I move us to somewhere behind my desk. I sit her ass on the surface,paying no mind to anything that’s beneath her, and lean back to tug open the buttons of her blouse, leaving her breasts only covered by a thin lace bra.

Fuuuuck.

I tug the delicate cups down and wrap my mouth around one of her nipples before I can even process what I’m doing. Her skin is sweet, and her nipple is pert against my tongue, and each time I circle it, Rachel whimpers.

I start to move to her other perfect breast, but she stops my progress by grabbing both sides of my face and pulling my mouth back to hers. I groan, and she pushes her hips toward me, the apex of her thighs pressing and rubbing against my cock.

I am hard.So fucking hardI feel like I could saw my goddamn desk in half, and she is so beautiful, so unbelievably tempting, that I wonder how I managed to keep myself from her for this long.

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