Page 378 of The Winslow Brothers

“I need you too.”

On a groan, he grips my ass and pushes his cock inside me. He’s deep, so deep, and tears prick my eyes. But it’s not from intensity. It’s from something else. Something intangible that I can understand. Something that feels a lot like relief.And something that feels like you’re falling.

“One week was too long,” he says, his mouth at my neck now, and his lips are kissing a path toward my ear. “I swear, I could spend the rest of my life inside you, and it wouldn’t be enough.”

Water blurs my vision, but I don’t think it’s from the shower.

“How do you always feel so good?” he questions and starts a rhythm that makes my breasts bounce against his chest. “Always so fucking good.”

All I can do is bury my face in his shoulder, my hands still clutched around his neck, and synchronize my hips with his. And each time he fills me all the way up, incoherent moans spill from my lips.

How on earth does this feel so good?

Sex with Ty feels like a fever dream. Like I’m hallucinating. Like there’s too much pleasure that my mind can’t fully wrap itself around the reality.

And he doesn’t stop.

He keeps sliding his cock in and out of me.

Keeps kissing me and touching me.

Keeps pushing me toward the edge.

“That’s it,” he whispers, and his voice is hoarse with pleasure. “Come on my cock, Rachel. Let me feel that sweet pussy of yours squeeze me tight.”

I am a genie, and his words are my command. I comehard, so hard that every inch of my body, my legs, my belly, my arms, my breasts,shakein response.

And moments later, he comes too. With his cock deep inside me.

Holy Flipping A.

Did you just have the best sex of your entire life?

I can’t be sure, but yeah, I think I just did.

Ty

The sounds of the television fill my ears as I grab a cleananddry pair of boxer briefs from my leather overnight bag and slide them on.

When I turn around, I smile at the sight of Rachel perched on the king-sized hotel bed. She’s still completely naked, her hair still slightly damp from our shower-sex rendezvous, and her eyes are fixated on the flat-screen on the opposite wall as she scrolls through channels. She’s lying on her belly, her legs curled up over her gloriously bare ass, and her heels are crossed in the most adorable way.

Fuck, she’s beautiful.

Unbidden, a thought pops into my mind, an unanswered question that I’m ready for her to answer.

“All right, I have to know. What was the challenge?”

Rachel pulls her eyes away from the television and tilts her head to the side. “What challenge?”

“Thechallenge,” I repeat. “The night we met.”

“Um…” A cute-as-fuck but mischievous smile kisses her full lips. “I don’t remember.”

“Bullshit!” I exclaim and dive headfirst onto the bed. My body bounces on the mattress, and I wrap my hands around Rachel’s waist and flip her onto her back. She giggles and squeals as I tickle my fingers into her belly and ribs.

“Ah! Stop it!”

“I’ll stop once you fess up, missy.”

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