Page 67 of My Ex's Brothers

“Shhh…” I say as I kiss her. “You’ll wake the baby. And my brothers.”

“Th-then s-stop—” She can barely breathe through her laughter and I smile as I continue, taking in the sight of her wide grin. I kiss the side of her mouth, pressing myself against her to prevent her from moving around.

“I love your laugh,” I say like an idiot. But it’s true. She has a cute laugh.

“But pretty soon you won’t be laughing,” I add as I grab her pants and pull them down.

She gasps, and I stop, her pants halfway down, resting at her knees as I look up at her. She’s staring at me with a look that is somehow endearing and yet full of heat.

“This okay?” I ask, needing to hear her say the words.

She’s quiet for a moment and I think she’s going to recant. Push me away and change her mind. But she doesn’t.

“Yes,” she says softly.

“You ever play the quiet game, Amelia?” I ask, raising my eyebrows.

“Of course,” she says, her voice breathy. Warm.

“Loser buys the other one dinner.” I raise an eyebrow.

She smirks at me. “Deal.” Then her smile spreads and she looks down at me. “Be prepared to take me to dinner, Tripp.”

I laugh. “You’ll be eating those words soon enough, baby.”

I grin at her before sliding my thumb down through her hair again, finding her clit. I flick it, drag my nail across it. She arches her back as she breathes a heavy sigh. I take my time, sliding one finger into her while my thumb continues to play with her clit, and already she’s practically writhing beneath me.

“Oh my God,” she breathes. “Tripp…”

I chuckle. “That was fast. I’m not even licking you yet,” I tease.

“You didn’t say go,” she says. “You have to say ‘ready, set, go…’”

Her pussy contracts around my finger. Squeezing me tight.

God, if it feels this good around my fucking finger, I can only imagine how good she’d feel wrapped around my cock. Clenching me.

Milking me of all my fucking cum.

My cock twitches at the thought and I groan. Fucking hell.

I slide my finger out and she breathes out a sigh.

“Ready,” I say as I slide my finger back in. “Set.” I flick her clit with my thumb. “Go.”

I lean forward, careful of my movement as I shift my fingers, but I don’t remove them. I dart my tongue out, swiping up her center with my tongue, and her legs tighten. I look up, seeing how she’s clamped her lips shut, how her jaw tenses.

I slide my tongue into her hole alongside my finger and she shudders, her legs tensing as her breaths come in faster. With one finger inside of her, I curl it, stroking her insides as I probe her with my tongue.

She moans, quickly clamping her hand over her mouth.

I stop for just a moment, catching her gaze and her heated cheeks, and then I remove my hand and dive into her sweet, warm, wet pussy. I suck her clit into my mouth and she grits out a heavy moan through the hand that’s clamped over her mouth.

Swirling my tongue inside of her, I suck on her clit, and when I come up for air, I replace my tongue with two fingers and pump them inside of her. I move on top of her, adjusting my position so I can stay inside of her. With one hand, I remove hers from her mouth. She stares up at me with glistening eyes full of heat, and I don’t think twice about leaning down and kissing her. I shove my tongue into her mouth while I fuck her with my fingers until she’s squirming beneath me, breathing heavily into my mouth.

“Tripp…”

“Shhh, they’ll hear you,” I whisper. Her mewls are borderline feral as I sink a third finger inside of her. “You feel so good, Mia. So warm, wet, and tight.”

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