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“Have I told you tonight how fucking sexy you look?” I ask her as I cup her jaw and run my thumb across her bottom lip.

She huffs. “I’m still mad at you. But I guess you can shower me with a few compliments.”

“It meant nothing,” I reply guilty. “I swear it. I was drunk and hurt. You know I’ve only ever wanted you, Pretty Girl.”

Her face softens as she gazes up at me. “I know, Jonathan. And I know I have no right to be mad when I did what I did with Jamison. I think we should talk about some things. I need to tell….”

I cut her off with my lips pressed against hers. Pulling away just a little. “You don’t need to explain. I’m well aware of what my brother looks like.” A twinge of jealousy flicks through me.

“That’s not what I was…” I cut her off again. This time I plunge my tongue inside her mouth and pull her body flush against mine causing her to moan. There’s a sudden vibration against my side and I look down to see Kaz's phone lit up in her hand she had attempted to grab me with.

Jamison’s name shows up on her notification.

“What the fuck does he want?” I growl out before grabbing her phone and unlocking it. She doesn’t make a play to grab it back as I read his message.

Are you being a good little Kitten for my brother or a dirty little slut?

I silently fume while Kaz stands there biting her lips. Her eyes are wide even though she hasn’t read his message. I get the feeling she already knows what type of message she would be receiving from my brother. I type back a response.

She is perfectly fine. And don’t call her a fucking slut.

Three dots appear and disappear before reappearing again. Not thirty seconds later I’m reading his next text message.

Well, hello brother. I just call it like I see it. Why don’t you ask our little slut if she minds my little nickname for her? Better yet, how about you let her read my text and when she finishes do me a favor, yeah? Run your fingers through her pretty little folds and send me a picture of your glistening fingers.

I groan and look up at Kaz's worried face. Fuck, why did that sound so hot? I can feel my rock hard dick straining against my pants. I close my eyes in an attempt to calm myself down but I can’t get the picture of Kaz on her knees for Jamison out of my head. I never cared about any of the girls we fucked before. I just wanted this one thing for myself and now he is doing his damndest to fuck it up for me. The bastard doesn't even care about her, I’m sure of it. I pause for a second while pondering that thought. Surely, he doesn’t care about her? But if he did? I couldn’t choose between them. He’s my brother, my other fucking half, but her? I love her. I fucking love her and she doesn’t even realize it yet. I’m not willing to give either of them up.

“Jonathan?” My name leaves her lips like a question and pulls me from my thoughts. I look at her in silence while she stands there nervously playing with the hem of her shirt.

“What…what did your brother say?” she asks me quietly. I realize she’s moved further away from me while I’ve been thinking so I step closer to her causing her to back up again. The backs of her knees hit the edge of the couch and she has no choice but to sit and look up at me. Suddenly, I need to know. I need to know if he’s right.

“He called you a little slut,” I reply to her. Her eyes widen and I can see her throat muscles work as she swallows. “He called you our little slut, Kaz. So tell me, Pretty Girl, are you alittle slut? Are you ours? Do you like it when my brother talks to you like that?”

Her face flushes and her lips part and I just know I have my answer before any words leave her mouth.

“Jonathan…” She attempts to speak but I silence her, pressing two fingers against her lips.

“I’m in agony here baby, so before you say whatever you are about to, I just need to know one thing…” My words trail off while I look her over. She looks so fucking sexy, all flushed and vulnerable right now. The thought of Jamison here with us whips through my mind as I drop to my knees in front of her and grab the edges of her leggings.

“If I remove your pants and wrap these beautiful legs of yours around my head. If I run my tongue up your pretty little pussy and find it soaking wet. Will it be for both of us, Pretty Girl?” I look up at her with my brow raised. She pauses a moment before hesitantly nodding her head yes, and fuck if my dick doesn’t instantly get harder. She still wants me but I need to hear it.

“Say it,” I growl out as I yank her leggings off and she grabs the couch with both hands to keep from falling backwards. I grab her with both hands and run my thumb across her bare pussy, feeling her wetness coat it.

“It’s for both of you," she whispers, looking away embarrassed. I grab her jaw forcing her to look down at me while I’m on my knees for her.

“Watch me,” I say as I lift both legs over my shoulders and lean in. “Right now, my brother isn’t here and I want you to watch me while I devour you. I want the satisfaction of knowing I’m the one who will bring you to ruin while you come all over my face.”

She sucks in a breath just as I dive in. I feast on her like she’s my last meal. I lick up her folds and flick my tongue againsther clit before diving down and tongue fucking her. She moans and grabs my hair, holding me close while rocking against my face. I’m pleasuring her right now but I know it’s not just me in her head, and for some reason, in this moment, I don’t give a fuck if she’s imagining Jamison here with us. Not one ounce of jealousy hits me as I pull my dick free from my pants and stroke it while she rides my face. She rolls her hips against me and her body shutters as she explodes, her thighs gripping my head in a vice. I’m so hard, I could fucking burst. She doesn't get a chance to catch her breath as I grab a condom from my wallet and lift her onto the back edge of the couch, impaling her with my dick in one swift motion.

“Jonathan, shit…” she moans out as I thrust into her quickly. She’s so fucking wet, yet still it’s a tight fit.

“Fuck, Pretty Girl. Your pussy is so tight and wet. It’s taking my dick so well.” I hold her to me as I pump in and out of her. I know I won’t last much longer with how fucking worked up I am right now. “Show me what a good girl you are. Come for me again baby.” I rub her clit as I feel the familiar tingle of an impending orgasm. Her thighs tighten and her walls clench tighter around my dick.

“Yes, fuck yes. Just like that," she moans and those words send me over the edge. My balls draw up and I come with a guttural moan right after she explodes from her own orgasm.

I nuzzle her neck, my softening dick still inside her. “You’re so fucking perfect, Pretty Girl.”

“Jonathan…we still need to talk," she sighs.

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