Page 66 of My Ex's Brothers

“No, I think it’s just you,” I say as I kiss her mouth, her jaw. My thumb tugs at her waistband, pulling it down just enough that I can feel the edges of coarse hair prickling my skin.

The sensation causes my cock to throb.

“Let me see it, baby,” I beg her between kisses.

She giggles, thrusting against me. I love to hear her laugh.

“Tripp…”

“Come on, I promise I’ll show you mine.” I kiss her neck. “If you want to see it, that is.”

Amelia kisses me back between giggles.

“Is that what you want to do, Tripp? Play show-and-tell?”

“No,” I say as I pull down her waistband a little more, exposing more of her. I slide my thumb through it and she gasps.

“I want to play how many licks does it take to make Mia scream my name?”

“Jesus Christ,” she groans, but the way she grinds herself against me tells me she’s not put off by my suggestion.

I slide my hand under the waistband, letting my fingers brush through the coarse yet soft hair. Her heat isn’t missed, and the moment I find her clit, I flick it with my thumb. My fingers slide against her folds and I can feel how soaked she is.

“Try again. My name is Tripp,” I tease her.

She laughs, but it’s short-lived as I tease her wet, quivering hole.

“Tripp…” she mewls, and I laugh. I trace the edges of her pussy, not pushing or stroking or making any move to enter her, even though I want to.

Fuck, I really want to.

Instead, I swipe my fingers through her hot, soaked folds and pull them out in a flash.

I stare at her with a smirk as I take one finger and push it into my mouth. I lick it dramatically.

“Sweeter than a Tootsie Roll pop, that’s for sure, baby,” I say once I’m done. I offer her the other finger. “Want a taste?”

She looks at my finger, her cheeks heated and her mouth open in shock.

“Uh…” She blinks.

“Fine, more for me,” I say as I slide my finger into my mouth, moaning once again dramatically.

Her gaze holds mine. “Maybe I’d just…rather taste you.”

Sweet lord, this woman is going to kill me.

“Is that so?” I ask as I kiss her, shoving my tongue into her mouth. She tenses, but kisses me back, relaxing almost instantly.

“Mhmm,” she murmurs against my lips.

I settle my hands beneath her and upend her onto the couch. The television drones on as she giggles, the two of us fumbling around on the couch to get comfortable.

“You dirty little girl, you. Taking advantage of me.” I pepper her with kisses, running my hands up underneath her shirt.

She laughs. “Tripp! That tickles!”

Her laugh is so cute, and I like hearing it, so I scrunch my fingers and actually tickle her. She squirms as she bursts into a fit of giggles.

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