Page 45 of Knocked Up by my Best Friend's Brothers

“No, I just told you, I can’t be here anymore—”

He shuts her up with an angry, ravenous kiss. A moan escapes her throat, and I can see her softening in his embrace. She doesn’t really want to do this. Good. We might be able to buy some time if we form a united front.

As if reading my mind, River flanks Christa and kisses her, too. My brothers’ arms wrap tightly around her, and they take turns claiming her lips until she melts into them.

It’s my turn as I approach them. “Don’t leave,” I say. “Whatever this is, if you keep running from it, it will only get worse.”

“It already is,” Christa manages, but I kiss her, too.

“Not while the four of us are still here,” I insist when I break the kiss.

“I have to go.”

“You can’t, and we can’t let you,” I say. “Baby, look at me. Look into my eyes.”

She does, and I see the pain, the guilt, the fear. It’s all there, swirling in those caramel-colored gems, glazed with tears and twinkling at me. I feel her soft curves molded against my body, my cock hard and aching for her. If reason doesn’t keep her here, maybe desire will seal the deal.

“Oh, Nathan,” she whispers as I trail wet kisses down the side of her neck.

In the meantime, Cassius and River get to work undressing her. Her breath falters as she looks down while I unbuckle my belt.

“You’re not going anywhere,” River says, then kisses her.

“You’ll all be in danger,” she manages, but Cassius won’t give her a rest either, as he slips a hand under the waistband of her panties. The guttural groan coming out of him tells me precisely what I already suspected. She’s hot and wet and ready. “Fuck…”

“Turn around,” I command her.

Her gaze lingers on my body as I lose my shirt and sweatpants. The system alert caught me at home, just as I was about to hit the gym—somewhat frustrated that I wouldn’t get to see her tonight.

“I think we need to try something a little different tonight,” Cassius says, then he and River go over to the sofa. Christa and I follow.

“Stand here,” I gently guide her while River peels off her bra and panties.

“What are we doing?” she asks, already succumbing to the sweetest haze of arousal, her nipples firm and perky, begging for his attention.

I run my fingers between her slick folds from behind, drunk on her excited gasps, and she leans into River for support. He fondles her breasts and pinches her nipples, tighter and tighter until I feel her clenching around my fingers.

“Oh, fuck,” she cries out when Cassius brings his hand to the front and strokes her clit into a swollen frenzy.

I finger-fuck her hard and fast until I feel her orgasm gushing, her legs shaking as I squeeze every drop and bite into her shoulder for the ultimate roller coaster of sensations. I feed on her moans and inhale her deeply as River sits on the couch, and Cassius climbs on the backrest, positioning himself above him.

Christa is still somewhere up in heaven, staring at them, while I wedge my hard cock between her buttocks and slowly push her forward.

No words are needed as I help her climb on top of River.

“You’re not going anywhere, honey,” he tells her again.

This time, she’s more compliant as she slides onto his cock, and I join him inside her from behind. Everything stops for the longest, sweetest second, as I get used to this extraordinary feeling. Her pussy stretches to welcome us both.

“Oh, God,” Christa is overwhelmed, but she is taking it like a champ. “Take me,” she cries out and wraps her hands around the base of Cassius’s throbbing erection just as I plunge deep inside her. She takes him in her mouth, and for the first time, the three of us have her in perfect, exhilarating sync.

I feel her wet and tight and burning up, stretched beyond her wildest dreams. I hold her tight, one hand on the back of her neck, while the other comes down with a light spank on her right buttock. River groans as he plants his heels into the floor and tilts his hips upward to go even deeper.

“Promise me, promise us,” I grunt as I thrust hard, sliding into her. “That you won’t try to run away from us again.”

“I… Oh, fuck…” Christa can barely think, let alone speak.

I smack her ass again, and I feel her clenching. It only makes me drive even deeper, my own release mere moments away.

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