Page 42 of The Wrong Brother

Zack notices immediately, his free hand stroking my thigh in a soothing motion. “Relax,” he says, his voice softer now, reassuring. “I’ll take care of you.”

I exhale shakily, forcing myself to release the tension in my body. The sting fades as he begins to move, his finger sliding in and out with measured, deliberate strokes. The discomfort melts away, replaced by a pleasure so sharp it’s almost overwhelming.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, his gaze never leaving mine. “You’re doing so good.”

When he adds a second finger, I gasp, my hips arching into his touch as the stretch intensifies. The sensation is dizzying, every nerve in my body focused on the way he moves, how he fills me, how he makes me feel like I’m unraveling and coming alive all at once.

He curls his fingers inside me, brushing against a spot that makes me cry out, my hands grabbing into him as a wave of pleasure crashes through me. My thighs tremble uncontrollably, and I feel myself spiraling, unable to keep up with the sensations building inside me.

“Zack, I—” The words die on my lips as his thumb circles my clit again, the combined sensations pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

“That’s it,” he says, his voice rough, almost unrecognizable. “Let go for me, Jenny.”

And I do. The tension snaps, and I shatter around him, my body convulsing as the orgasm rips through me. It’s blinding, all-consuming, leaving me trembling and gasping for air. He doesn’t stop, his fingers slowing but never leaving me, drawing out every last wave until I collapse onto him spent and trembling.

He pulls his hand away, and I watch through half-lidded eyes as he brings his fingers to his mouth. He licks them clean, his gaze locked on mine the entire time. “You taste incredible,” he says, his voice low and almost reverent.

My chest heaves, my mind struggling to process the words, the sensations, the intensity of it all. Before I can respond, my legs give out, and I collapse fully onto the bed, my body still trembling from the aftermath.

Zack doesn’t give me time to recover. He moves over me with a predatory grace, his hands spreading my thighs as he lowers himself between them. The heat of his breath against my slick, sensitive sex sends a shiver through me, and before I can catch my breath, his tongue strokes over me, firm and deliberate.

The sensation is electric, sharper than anything I’ve ever felt. My hands fly to his head, my fingers tangling in his hair as he devours me, his mouth and tongue relentless. Each stroke, each flick sends another jolt through me, the pleasure building faster than I can process.

“Zack!” I cry out, my back arching off the bed as his tongue circles my clit, the pressure perfect, deliberate, maddening. My thighs tremble around him, and my body feels like it’s on fire, every nerve alight with a pleasure so intense it borders on pain.

He growls against me, the vibration sending shockwaves through my body. His hands grip my thighs, holding me in place as he buries his face deeper, his tongue working me with a precision that leaves me gasping and shaking.

I lose track of everything…time, space, even my own name…as the sensations spiral out of control. The orgasm hits me like a tidal wave, and I scream, my body convulsing as the pleasure overwhelms me. My vision blurs, my mind blanking out as the waves crash over me, leaving me trembling and utterly spent.

When I finally come back to myself, Zack is hovering over me, his lips glistening, his eyes dark with satisfaction. “You’re mine,” he says, his voice rough and unyielding. “Every inch of you, Jenny. Mine.”

Chapter

Twenty-Four

ZACK

“You’re mine. Every inch of you, Jenny. Mine.”

My voice is raw, the words reverberating through me with a finality that feels like a revelation.

I mean it with every fiber of my being. The claim isn’t just a declaration…it’s a release, an admission of something I’ve been denying for far too long. Looking at her now, flushed and trembling beneath me, her hair wild, her lips swollen from my kisses, I feel something shift deep inside me. It’s overwhelming, humbling.

Jenny is breathtaking. The faint blush spreading across her cheeks, the way her chest rises and falls with every shaky breath, the softness of her skin, the curves of her body…I’ve never seen anything like her. She’s not just beautiful; she’s radiant, glowing from within, her vulnerability only making her more alluring.

I’ve been with countless women before, but this…this is different. For the first time, I don’t care about my own pleasure. All I want is to make her feel good, to give her something unforgettable. Something that no one else ever has or ever will.

I lower myself back to her, pressing a kiss to the center of her chest, just above her pounding heart. She shivers beneath me, and I trail my lips downward, worshiping every inch of her as I go. Her skin is soft, smooth, and warm under my mouth, and the little gasps she makes spur me on, each sound like a spark igniting a fire in my veins.

My lips find her breasts, full and heavy, a perfect contrast to her delicate frame. I take one into my hand, kneading gently as my tongue flicks over her nipple. She arches into me with a soft moan, her hands tangling in my hair as if she can’t bear to let go. I suck on her breast, slow and deliberate, and the way her body reacts…her thighs shifting, her hips lifting slightly…makes my cock throb with need.

“Zack,” she whispers, her voice trembling, and I glance up at her. Her hazel eyes are half-lidded, glazed with desire, but there’s something else there too. Uncertainty. Wonder. She’s overwhelmed, caught between the intensity of the moment and her own inexperience, and it makes me pause.

She moans, arching into me, her fingers tangling in my hair as I give her everything. I move to the other, lavishing it with the same attention, my tongue flicking over her sensitive skin. Her gasps, her shivers…everything about her is intoxicating.

With a sudden burst of boldness, she pushes against me, rolling me onto my back. I let her take control, fascinated by her determination. She straddles me, her bare sex pressing against my hardness through my pants. She begins to move, rocking herself against me, her wetness soaking through the fabric. The sight of her…her head tipped back, her hair cascading over her shoulders, her body moving with instinctual need…makes my cock throb painfully.

“Jenny,” I groan, my hands finding her hips, steadying her as she moves against me. “Fuck, you’re incredible.”

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