Page 108 of Sweet Twins For My Brother's Best Friend

“In the morning as in tomorrow morning?”

“The very same.”

“That’s insane, Hannah. I cannot leave that soon.”

“Yes, you can! I didn’t want you to change your mind.” I let out a little giggle and clear my throat to hold it back.

“I haven’t set up any replacements for me at the gyms here. I have long term clients and employees and…bills. Do you know how to pay the rent here? Or the electric? Wifi? I mean, what are you thinking? How would you feel if I just unilaterally took over your business and told you what you were going to do? Would you like that?”

His voice is firm as he smacks one of his hands into the other repeatedly. He looks at me with pure frustration, his eyes cloudy and his mouth set resolutely.

I catch his eyes with mine, barely suppressing a smile, and watch as my smile spreads to him like a contagion.

He rolls his eyes with a grunt and picks me up off my feet, twirling me and peppering my face with pecks. “Are you sure about this?” he asks me.

“Nah, I was hoping you’d say you won’t go, that’s why I sent a deposit for the building, packed your bags for you, and bought a ticket,” I tease him sarcastically, tossing my head back as he twirls me so that the force pulls me away from him.

“You know I’ll pay you back. I’ll do it right now.”

“Not right now, come on. You leave tomorrow. Just…relax.”

Laying me down onto the couch, he kisses my neck and growls into the hollow of my throat, “The last thing I can do is relax. If I leave tomorrow, I need to make tonight unforgettable.”

My mind starts to wander as I release into the sensation of his mouth on me, but I come back to earth and yelp, “Oh! One more thing.”

I stand and fish around in my bag until I find the paperwork that the building manager has been harassing me for. “Here. Donotforget this.” I zip it into the top pouch of his carry on. “I put all the other paperwork you’ll need in that pouch, too. Hotel reservations, addresses, stuff like that.”

We stare at each other for a moment, and as the look in his eyes becomes more serious, I reach out and stroke his lips.

“We’ll visit each other all the time. I want you to follow your dream, Chris. I already have my dream. And now, because of you, I have a new dream, too.”

Smiling sadly, he pulls me into his strong arms and asks, “Will you marry me now?”

“Not yet,” I whisper back.

He picks me up and carries me into the bedroom. He lays me down gently on my back and holds my face delicately, stroking my jaw with his thumb. His lips find mine and he presses gentlyagainst me. His lips are soft and warm, and the pressure of his mouth melts me. I relax back and lay my hands on his shoulder blades, feeling the length of him coming to life and pressing against me.

His pelvis is against my button, and my eyes roll back in my head as he pushes even harder against it, swirling our hips together in a circle. He pulls my shirt up over my head and off me, trapping me at my elbows for a brief moment and using the opportunity to kiss me again, deeply.

Once my shirt is off, his fingers are on my bra clasp and then he takes his own shirt off. As though it’s possessed, my hand strokes his chest and pecs, my index finger trailing down the line of his hair that disappears into his waistband.

Chris catches my wrist and smirks. I pull myself free and unbutton his pants, then unzips them to pull his cock out. Chris places his hands on the back of my neck and massages it, pulling in a quiet gasp.

I circle my lips on the head of his penis and gently lick at his shaft underneath the head, tasting the heady flavor of his skin.

He moans gently and places his hands on the back of my head, weaving his fingers into my hair and twirling strands around them to tug at my head. “God, Hannah, please marry me,” he murmurs, his fingertips massaging my head.

I laugh with his cock in my mouth and ease it deeper down my throat. “You want to marry me for my mouth?” I ask him, muffled, with my mouth full.

I lower my mouth further down his shaft. “For this?” I ask, flitting my tongue out to lap around his enlarged and veiny member, feeling the shifting of his muscles.

His eyelids flutter as I swallow his dick deeper and feel it push against the back of my throat.

I close my eyes and breathe out of my nose, pushing my body where it hasn’t been before, allowing him to overtake me. I try to make him a part of me, to become one with his erection. Finally, I expel his dick with my tongue, drooling onto it.

Chris pushes me back on the bed and pulls my pants and underwear off. I cross my knees over each other, hiding my hole from him, embarrassed of the sticky mess that’s pooled into the creases of my thighs.

“Don’t you want to marry the man who does this to you, baby?” he asks, running his finger along the fold of my leg like someone looking for dust. When his finger comes back slick, he pops the digit into his mouth and sucks on it.

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