Page 61 of My Ex's Brothers

“You like that, baby girl?” I ask as she nods.

“Y-yes,” she says. Her skin is warm beneath my palm as I slide my hand underneath her shirt, pulling her bra to the side slowly until her breast is fully exposed. I let my fingers slide over the heavy swell, cupping her breast in my hand. Judging by the feel alone and how heavy she is in my hand, I know she has perfect tits. Round, full. I flick her stiff, peaked nipple with my thumb, feeling the hardened skin that’s also faintly wet. Her breathing increases and with that, so does the rise and fall of her breast in my hand. I pinch her nipple with my fingers, her wetness seeping into my skin. I know that shouldn’t turn me on, but it does.

My cock presses against my pants, strained as all hell. I feel the beginnings of precum beading at my head and I know if I’m not careful, I’ll regret it.

“Have you ever come from just having your tits played with, Amelia?”

She lets out a curse under her breath as she shakes her head.

“No, can’t say I have,” she says, her breath shaking.

I grin, grabbing her and settling her against the couch until I’m able to push up her shirt, her body beneath mine warm and solid. I push her shirt up to her neck with one arm, holding her in place as I find her other breast and push the cup to the side so both of her breasts are on full display.

Fuck, I was right. Her tits are perfect.

“Well, maybe we should change that,” I say as I flick one pert nipple with my thumb, and she lets out a breathy moan that goes straight to my cock. “After all, in my experience, a good orgasm helps reduce stress.”

I pull her stiff, wet nipple between my thumb and forefinger. Her breaths come in fast. I absentmindedly adjust myself, knowing this isn’t about me.

But I don’t miss the way her hazy eyes glance at me as I do so.

“And I think you’ve been very stressed lately,” I say as I lean closer to her, dragging my lips against hers.

She thrusts herself up against me again, her tongue sliding into my mouth, and I meet it with ample acceptance. My lips trail over her neck, brushing against the collar where her shirt is bunched.

“Would you like that, baby girl?” I ask, my voice dark to my own ears. “Would you like to come for Daddy?”

The deep moan that escapes her throat elicits one of my own that I am powerless to resist.

“Y-yes,” she says. Her voice is shaky, not as if she’s unsure, but as if she is sure and afraid of what that means.

But here, with me, she doesn’t have to worry. I need her to know that.

“Mmm. Then I guess what baby girl wants, she gets.”

I use one hand to cup her left breast, pulling her nipple between my fingers as I swipe my tongue across the one in front of me.

Her entire back arches as she sucks in a breath. “Oh my God, Richie!”

I chuckle from the sound of her voice and from the flush in her cheeks.

“Too much?” I ask. Her gaze meets mine, and the pink flush in her cheeks combined with those kiss-swollen lips and bright blue eyes is like something out of my wildest dreams.

Fuck, she is going to be the death of me. I can feel it.

She swallows, trying to catch her breath. “Do it again?” she squeaks.

I grin and wordlessly bring my mouth down to her breast and lick her again, and she shudders beneath me. But this time she doesn’t say anything. Instead, her fingers find my hair and she grabs onto it, her head falling back as her eyes close, and I just know. She’s close.

I take her nipple into my mouth and bite as gently as I can, then flick my tongue out for a lick, and finish by wrapping my lips tightly around and sucking hard, and her grip in my hair tightens as well as her body beneath me. I grind against her, needing to feel the friction. I’m so fucking hard and wet, I know I won’t be far behind her.

“That’s it. Be a good girl and come for Daddy,” I whisper against her flesh as I repeat the motion. Bite. Lick. Suck.

My other hand continues to give attention to her other breast and her breath catches in her throat as I lavish her with the attention she deserves. The strangled sound that escapes her throat is like music to my ears, and her entire body tenses beneath me for the briefest moment before she relaxes and lets out a deep moan. I lift my head to watch her. Her expression goes slack as her hand in my hair loosens, and I smile.

She’s so pretty when she comes. For me.

“Such a good girl,” I whisper as I find my way to her mouth, kissing her once more. I slide my tongue into her mouth and she lets out the softest sigh of relief.

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