Page 105 of Sweet Twins For My Brother's Best Friend

He pulls me forward to the edge of the counter and lowers his body just enough to press himself into me. I feel the gentle pressure of his cock inching itself along inside me, the swollen shaft touching every bit of me from inside as my muscles contract against it.

I groan against him, my abs wobbling with the force it takes to hold myself up on the edge. Just as I register the strength needed, Chris envelops me with his muscled arms, wrapping them around my back as he pulls me off the counter and onto him. I’m held up only by his arms and his cock.

Feeling all of him entering me at once makes a lusty groan release from my diaphragm. I feel completely full, somehow all the way up my stomach to my ribs.

I clutch myself against him, but he holds me backwards, slanted at an angle, so that he can enter me at the exact angle of my tract.

His cock slides into me like butter, fully inside me and slipping around in my juices. He holds my ass with his big, paw-like hands, his strong fingers digging into my flesh as he bounces me on him.

With every bounce, I find myself rolling my eyes back and letting out a squeal of lusty delight. Already, I’m sweating, and he holds my hair away from my neck with his fist, kissing my sweaty lips.

His tongue dances inside my mouth, and I swirl my own tongue around his.

I cry out in pleasure when he pulls back from me and continues to bounce me against him.

My legs slip from around his waist, so he backs me up against the counter again and wraps them around him tighter. He forces my ankles to encircle each other, and I hold them in place when he lets go.

He reaches for his cupcakes and taps them, feeling their temperature, while still inside me. I grind desperately against him, holding his back and trying to wriggle him deeper into me.

He smiles patronizingly at me and kisses the tip of my nose while reaching behind me for a container of frosting and a knife.

He frosts a cupcake as I bounce against his pelvis, holding his forearms so that I can leverage myself enough to lower all the way down on his hard, veiny cock. My pussy’s so tight, themuscles contracting wildly, that I can feel every single vein that spans it.

Chris presents me with a cupcake, one hand under it and one hand behind it, showcasing it like a piece of art. He traces a bit of the frosting on top onto my lips, and I lick it off.

Hunched over me, he mutters into my ear, “Don’t move. Not even your tongue.” He dips the frosting back onto my lips and a little on my earlobe and my neck before kissing me deeply.

The sugar intertwines with our tongues, sweetening our kiss. He sucks on my earlobe until I tip my head back and moan, feeling my chest flush. His tongue finds the spots on my neck, and he licks with just the tip of it, a gentle tease of a lick.

My hands scratch at his back and his ass before finally, he feeds me the cupcake and lets me taste it myself before fucking me almost violently, driving himself deeply into me and pulling out only to thrust himself back in.

Our hips buck against each other, and the sensation of being filled while I eat the most decadent chocolate and banana cupcake I’ve ever had has me moaning aloud, unable and unwilling to hold it in.

I feel my own orgasm building just as I see his own face scrunch up as sweat rolls down his nose and drops onto my stomach.

“Hannah, you are so beautiful. And you feel so good. I could cum just looking at you.”

I snicker a little, taking another bite of the cupcake. I love this part of sex with Chris, when he forgets his dominant personality.

Usually, he likes to hold me down and fuck me the way he wants to feel me, but toward the end, when he’s nearly drained, he can’t help but praise me.

“So cum,” I tell him, trailing my fingers up and down his arms the way he likes. He shivers a little while inside me, and my walls jump at the feeling.

My eyes move without my permission, and I rest my face against his toned shoulders. “Cum inside me. I want to feel it filling me and spraying all over my walls.”

I feel him shake when he hears me talking like that, and his fingers grip me even tighter, pulling me against him.

A tiny grunt escapes him, finding its way in my ear, and he groans in a rattling voice, “Fuck.” One word, but that one word gets me every time. I cum with him, letting myself ride the wave as it washes over me. I let it go on for as long as I can as he empties himself into me, holding me tight to him and breathing rapidly into my ear.

We both relax into each other’s bodies, melting against each other. He lowers me onto the ground and kisses me deeply.

When the kiss ends, he lifts me up and hugs me with my feet off the ground.

I wrap my legs around his waist and think fondly that I’ve never dated anyone tall enough to pick me up. Our babies are going to be giants. I snuggle into Chris’ neck and decide in that exact moment that he is going to Maine.

I’m going to convince him, and I think I know just how to do it.

Chapter Forty-Eight

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