Page 109 of Sweet Twins For My Brother's Best Friend

I shudder, watching his red tongue find my cream and taste it. He opens my legs up and slides between them to insert himself into my canal.

The initial stretch always makes me gasp, and there’s a moment when I remember briefly that I won’t feel this again for quite a while, that this is the last moment we’ll be together for several months.

At that realization, I look into his eyes and wrap my hands over his cheeks, feeling the slight stubble that peppers them. He looks back at me with his baby blues rimmed with the heavy, curled eyelashes that I’ve always envied.

While we look into each other’s eyes, he pumps inside me slowly, his rhythm steady. I look at his hands and see that his wrists are white with the effort it takes to hold himself up.

I push against him so that he’ll roll over onto his back and I ride him, my back arched and my eyes still glued to his. I slide along the length of him, up and down, feeling my pussy empty and fill with every inch that I take and release. I hear my juices stir with the motion, and his hands find my hips, steadying me as I move.

“Marry the man who makes you that wet,” he whispers to me, leaning up slightly to kiss me.

I kiss him back passionately, locking my arms behind him, feeling our sweat intermingle as I continue to bob on him.

I’m so wet that I can barely feel the actual girth and length of Chris’s penis, only that it’s inside me.

“You’re so wet that I bet I could fit an extra finger or two inside you right now,” he murmurs against my mouth. Both of ourmouths are open too wide and moaning as we talk, “When you were a virgin, did you think you’d ever be able to take this much inside you?”

This is the position I lost my virginity to Chris in, although it was in a ripped velvet chair in my office. So much has changed, but still so much is the same.

All I know is that I lost my virginity to the man underneath me, and when I feel the rigid muscle of his dick move underneath the smooth skin on top of it, I feel like a virgin again, despite the growing life in my stomach.

Taking all nine inches of him would make anyone feel like a virgin, I think.

I quiver between my legs and bite my lip at the feeling of the heat building up in me. I almost push him back onto the bed but our imminent orgasms make me want to hold him tighter than before.

His fingers dig into my waist, and I’m nearly choking him with the pressure of my arms as I squeeze him and my tunnel does the same to his thick shaft.

Chris lets out a groan as I start uncontrollably squeezing him, the walls of my vagina tightening and loosening around him at a pace I can’t change.

My gasps match the same beat and as I go limp, Chris holds me up and does the work for me from below me, driving his hips forward, pushing me to the brink of my orgasm.

I flop atop him, a lusty puppet for his bidding, until I feel its impending power. I grip Chris tighter and he whispers into my ear, “Are you about to cum for me?” I nod, whimpering into his neck. “That’s good. Ride that wave with me.”

Chris rolls me over so that he’s on top of me and fucks me harder and faster, his hands on the small of my back, shoving my body deeper into the mattress.

My mouth is wide open and drooling onto the bed with us, and my breasts are swollen, my nipples engorged against the sheets. everythingng on my body feels like it’s on fire, like I could alight and explode right there below him.

His fingers slide down between my body and the bed and play with my nipples. He says, “Are you—” and before he can even finish the words, pleasured moans scream out of me and morph into animalistic grunts.

I turn my face to the bed and let out the screams into it so that it dampens the sound.

Chris strokes my hair as I dump my lusty sounds into his mattress. His hands travel down the curve of my spine and back up to my neck, his touch delicate and loving.

“How was that?” he whispers as he pulls out of me, his sticky penis shifting all the juices inside me so that they make a wet noise of suction.

“Mmm,” is all I can manage to say back. Every part of my body is sensitive, and I tremble as he slips out of my warm cave.

“Good enough to marry me?” he asks as he lies next to me.

I roll over and relax against his warm, strong body, feeling as safe and protected as I always do with him.

Again, a thought flashes through my mind that I won’t be able to feel safe like this once he’s in Maine.

I do want to marry him. But now isn’t the time, not with things so up in the air between us and Tyler. It just wouldn’t feel right. I want it to feel good for everyone.

I kiss his cheek and tell him, “Maybe once you get me up to two orgasms.”

“Is that a challenge?” he asks, sitting up on his heels in bed and crawling over to situate himself between my legs again.

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