Page 82 of My Ex's Brothers

I’ve never been much of a dirty talker in bed. Dex wasn’t really into that sort of thing, and the partners I had before I met him weren’t exactly the most vocal guys in bed.

And none of them ever asked me what I wanted. Asked me to tell them my desires.

I thrust my hips up against him as I breathe against his lips.

“You know what I want,” I tell him. “I wantyou.”

Dane kisses me, hard, whispering against my mouth, “Then take me, Amelia. I’m all yours.”

I lift my hips to meet him, using my hand to guide him to my aching hole. I’m so wet that he slides in with ease despite being bigger than what I’m used to. But the minute he bottoms out, I feel like I’m going to come.

“Oh my God, Dane…” I breathe as my head falls back on the couch. He doesn’t move, just breathes heavy. “I need you to move,” I say through my rapid breaths. I need to feel himeverywhere.

“Fuck, Amelia, I don’t know if I can.” The desperation in his voice is evident. “You feel too good,” he breathes as he kisses me again.

I thrust up against him and he moans. The sound is by far the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.

“Please,” I beg. “Please, Dane…”

His thrust is slow and he grits his teeth. “I’m gonna come if I move,” he says through heavy breaths. “I want you to come first.” He sighs, moving one hand between us. His thumb flicks my clit and I practically levitate off the couch, taking him to the hilt.

“Oh my God!” I call out, wrapping my legs around him. I thrust against him as he strokes my clit. “That feels so good,” I tell him. I feel so full right now.

Everything feels so intense, and my orgasm pushes forth. My breaths come in heavy and fast. “Dane, I’m close,” I breathe. “I’m so fucking close, please…”

His thrusts come hard and fast as he removes his hand.

All it takes is two thrusts to push me over the edge.

“Fuck, Amelia, I’m coming,” he cries as I hit that peak, calling out his name.

I’m lost in Dane. I feel him in every part of me, filling me with warmth, with love, and I grab onto his back, grounding myself. His thrusts slow as he fucks me through his orgasm, my insides convulsing around him.

But the moment of euphoria is short-lived as reality hits me.

His warm cum drips down my legs.

Oh my God. Oh fuck.

“Amelia,” he whispers, grabbing my chin, forcing me to look up at him. Judging by the look on his face, I know he’s realized his error too.

“What the fuck?” Tripp’s choked voice breaks through, and I think I’ve just ruined everything.

I turn to look at him, pushing Dane off of me, and he vacates me. His cum rushes out of me and I feel like I’m going to have a heart attack. Scream, or something.

My eyes meet Tripp’s and I see the pain there.

“Tripp—”

He holds his hand up, glancing between me and his stepbrother.

I am a terrible person. Truly.

“I need a minute,” he says, letting out a breath and turning away. I pick up my clothes, hurrying to dress myself.

“Tripp, wait?—”

“Fuck,” Dane says, running a hand through his hair. “He wasn’t supposed to be home early.” His words make me feel guilty as hell.

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