Page 60 of My Ex's Brothers

She sits down, crossing her legs as she sniffles, looking away from me.

It’s stupid, because I hate it when women cry, but she looks fucking cute like this. Pouting, tears streaming down her face. My cock echoes the sentiment, my lizard brain nodding in agreement as images surface of Amelia staring up at me with tearful eyes while choking on my cock.

What is wrong with me? This is so not appropriate right now!

I clear my throat. “I promise you no one feels put out having you here. We’re glad to help.”

She pouts, taking her bottom lip between her teeth, and my cock twitches.

Fuck me sideways.

“My being here is already throwing a monkey wrench into your lives. You have jobs, you have your own responsibilities, you can’t just?—”

“We’ll work around it, baby girl. It will all be fine, I promise.” The sincerity in my voice is not lost on me.

I stroke the back of her hand with my thumb. Her skin is warm. Soft. Her hand is so small compared to mine.

She sniffles, and instinctively I reach out and brush some tears away with my knuckle. The couch dips and suddenly I realize how close we actually are. Her bright blue eyes flash up at me and the leather groans between us.

“I want to believe you,” she says. My thumb slides through the wetness on her cheek and she leans into my touch, her clouded eyes imploring me like a little lost kitten.

How could Dex destroy someone like this? What the fuck is wrong with him?

“That’s because I don’t lie, Amelia. I will always shoot straight with you.”

She bites her lip, nodding, and I am powerless to resist her. I lean in without thinking, capturing her lips with my own.

She startles, but only for a second before she relaxes into me. Her mouth parts just the slightest as her breath catches, and just as I think she’s going to pull away or punch me or…something, she doesn’t.

She kisses me back.

Fuck, she kisses meback.

And it’s like a switch has been flipped, a fire ignited.

I lean forward and Amelia falls back against the arm of the couch, the leather creaking beneath us as my body settles on top of her. My cock strains in my pants as our hands move fast, our lips crashing together like a tidal wave. Her breaths come in hard and fast as my lips trail over her neck and she thrusts herself up against me.

“Richie,” she breathes, and I can hear the panic mixed with lust in her voice. My cock throbs at the sound. I like how my name sounds on her tongue. Breathy. Desperate.

“I got you, baby girl,” I tell her, my mouth finding hers once more. “If you want me stop, I’ll stop, Amelia. Just say the word,” I whisper as my lips find her ear.

She lets out a sigh as she thrusts herself against my hardness and I can’t stifle my groan.

“Please don’t stop…” she says, her voice shaky. “I’m not sure I could handle that right now.”

I can’t help but grin, but her sniffles seem to have stopped at least.

So I do exactly what she asks. I keep going.

I pull away and gaze down at her. At her kiss-swollen lips, her flushed cheeks. Her glistening eyes.

Fuck, she’s so beautiful it hurts.

Literally. I’m so hard it hurts.

My hand slides down over her breasts, my fingers pinching her nipples through the fabric, and she nearly flies off the couch. I can’t help but chuckle. If she wasn’t moaning while she did so, I’d think I hurt her. But judging by the way her nipples peak through the fabric of her shirt and her rushed breaths, I know hurt is the opposite of what she feels.

So I do it again, relishing in the moan that escapes her.

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