Page 109 of My Ex's Brothers

Fuck. That was by far the best blowjob I’ve ever had.

When she gets up, she shoots me a devilish smirk.

“Come here, you,” I say, grabbing at her hips. I pull her against me, seeking her mouth with mine, and she startles.

“Tripp, I just?—”

“I know, baby. I’m not afraid of a little cum,” I whisper. “As long as it’s mine, and not…you know…” I cough, eyeing the two grizzly bears still passed out. And then I get an idea.

“Oh my God…” she breathes.

“You think I’m done with you?” I say with a grin. I spin her around, forcing her against the counter so fast she gasps.

“What?”

“Ready,” I say, whispering in her ear. My hand comes to palm her ass and I squeeze it. “Set.” Using my free hand, I slide one finger into my mouth to get it wet before trailing it over her seam. I tease her just enough until she’s writhing beneath me.

“Go,” I say as I push her over enough so I can brush my cock—which is already hard again, despite the fact I just came—against her.

“Oh my God, Tripp, are you?—”

I pull some hair back from her shoulder and whisper in her ear, “You’re not the only one who can come twice, you know.” Her gasp is equal parts cute and erotic as hell. I can’t help but chuckle as I press my cock against her. I don’t miss the way her body shivers.

“Is this okay?” I ask.

She nods, and I press the tip of my cock against her slick entrance.

“Mmmm…” she murmurs, squirming beneath me.

“I’m going to make you scream,” I tell her. I push forward another inch and fuck…she feels so good. Warm and wet. I can’t help but groan myself from the feel of her.

Her breath shakes as I inch myself inside of her. When I bottom out, she lets out a deep groan. “Oh my God, Tripp…” she whispers, and I smile.

“I win,” I tell her as I kiss her neck. I thrust into her once and she gasps. So I do it again. “Does that feel good, baby?” I ask, rocking into her with a steady rhythm. I don’t fuck her as hard as I want to, if only because I don’t want to hurt her. And I’m not sure how much she’s already taken, so the last thing I want to do is make her sore.

I want her to feelgood.

“Yes,” she says as I thrust into her again.

“Louder, baby. I can’t hear you,” I tell her as one hand reaches across her chest. I pinch her nipples and she yelps. “Louder,” I demand as I increase the rhythm, the pacing of my thrusts.

“Tripp…” she mewls.

“Make me come again,” I whisper as I bite her earlobe. “Please, baby…”

She pushes back against me, and with my free hand I find her throat. I pull her back just enough so I can devour her lips while I bury myself in her.

“Tripp!” she cries, her legs shaking from my thrusts.

“Louder, baby. Scream my fucking name…”

“Tripp!” she cries in agony. “I’m going to come…”

She sucks in a breath and a moment later, I feel it. Her orgasm tears through me as her pussy clenches me tight, pulsating with need. Just feeling it, hearing her cry my name, I’m powerless to stop my own battle cry.

“I’m coming. Fuck, I’m coming!”

I rattle the island so hard the damn copper pot above falls, crashing to the ground in a loud echo.

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