Page 8 of Knocked Up by my Best Friend's Brothers

His tongue is playful and merciless as he licks and nibbles on my tender flesh, as he sucks my clit harder and harder until the pressure is too much to bear. This has been a long time coming, and I don’t know how to stop this runaway train from heading off the tracks.

He penetrates me with two fingers, curling them with every retreat, as he teases my clit into a gushing, soul-shattering orgasm.

“That’s it, Christa, come for me. Good girl,” he groans as he buries his face between my legs and finger-fucks me into the next life.

“Yes… oh, God, River… Yes… Don’t… Don’t stop…”

“Tell me what you want,” he says.

I’m holding my breasts, squeezing and fondling them, fingers pinching the nipples as I look down at him. I’ve been reduced to a mindless creature, a desperate animal who needs the ultimate release. One orgasm isn’t enough.

“I want you inside me,” I reply, without hesitation.

“Ask, and you shall receive, my darling,” River replies and moves on top of me.

A split second later, he plunges himself deep inside, and I lose my breath. I wrap my legs around him, stunned by his sheer size. “You’re so fucking big,” I whisper against his lips.

“And you’re so fucking perfect. You have no idea, do you?”

“No idea of what?”

He kisses me, thrusting deeper, harder, faster. The sound of a slick rhythm emerges, of skin slapping skin, as he spreads me and fills me to the brim.

“I feel you, Christa. All of you,” he says. “Do you feel me?”

“Yes.”

“All of me?”

“Oh, yes.”

“How does it feel?” he asks, pounding into me. Harder. Faster. Deeper.

I shudder and scream in sheer ecstasy as I explode all over him. I’m gushing like a fountain, my juices glazing his cock as he, too, lets go. I feel it. The hot seed spurting and jetting throughme. I feel his release, the veins along his shaft throbbing. We’re both locked and drenched in sweat, moving and merging as the orgasm envelops us.

“It’s heaven,” I mumble, nibbling on his earlobe as I squeeze every drop out of him.

I’m clenched tightly, still pulsating, still rippling like a newborn star.

Our lips meet.

“And you’re my fucking angel,” River replies, collapsing on top of me.

It’s so wrong, but it feels so right. I don’t want this to ever end. But it must. Yet the way we are, right here, right now… it’s perfection. Nothing else exists except the two of us. His brothers come to mind, like wandering thoughts. Ideas, dreams… all of them swirling in the silence of this delicious afterglow.

Soon, we’ll have to get up.

Soon, we’ll have to go downstairs and rejoin Teagan’s reception.

Soon, we’ll have to pretend like this never happened.

River lifts his head and kisses me. I feel him getting hard again. He’s still inside me, and my pussy is so slick and tender, still so hungry.

“I’m not done with you, yet,” he says.

Soon, we’ll go.

Soon.

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