Page 43 of The Wrong Brother

She leans down, her lips capturing mine in a kiss that’s all heat and desperation. I roll her back onto the bed, pinning her beneath me as I stand and begin to undress. My shirt is already gone, but my hands are unsteady as I unbuckle my belt, yank down my pants, and finally strip away my briefs and socks. When I stand before her, completely bare, I see her eyes widen.

Her gaze drops to my length, and for a moment, she looks hesitant…shy even…but there’s a boldness in her that makes my chest tighten. She sits up slowly; her movements deliberate as she slides off the bed and kneels in front of me.

“Jenny…” I start, my voice thick with disbelief. She’s never done this before…at least, I’m sure she hasn’t…but her hands reach out, trembling slightly as she wraps her fingers around me. The touch makes me hiss, my legs nearly buckling as she begins to stroke me.

Her hands are soft, tentative at first, but she watches me closely, gauging my reactions, growing bolder with every movement. Mybreath catches as she leans forward, her tongue darting out to flick over the tip of my cock. The wet heat of her mouth is almost too much to bear, and when she takes me in, inch by agonizing inch, I throw my head back, a groan ripping from my throat.

“Jenny, fuck,” I gasp, my voice hoarse as my hands fist the sheets at my sides. The sensation is unlike anything I’ve ever felt…her tongue and lips working together with a tentative curiosity that makes my entire body tremble. My thighs tense as her soft, warm mouth wraps around me, and I throw my head back, barely able to process the waves of pleasure crashing through me.

She starts slowly, her lips sliding down my length as far as she can manage. She can’t take all of me, but it doesn’t matter…the effort alone drives me insane. Her tongue flicks against the sensitive underside as she pulls back, her lips grazing over me with a deliberate slowness that makes my hips jerk involuntarily.

“Jenny,” I groan, my voice strained as I fight to stay in control. My eyes flick down to her, and the sight alone is enough to nearly undo me. She’s kneeling between my legs, her hazel eyes flicking up to meet mine briefly, her cheeks flushed with heat and determination. My cock disappears into her mouth inch by inch, and when she can’t take more, she wraps her small hand around the base, stroking me in time with her movements.

Her grip is tentative at first, her fingers soft and unsure, but then she grows bolder. She tightens her hold, her strokes firm and deliberate, and it’s maddening. A sharp groan rips from my throat as I feel the dual sensations of her hand and mouth working together, her tongue pressing against me as her lips slide up and down my shaft.

“Fuck” I hiss, my hands flying to her hair, tangling in the silky strands as my hips buck upward. She moans softly around me, the vibrations sending another jolt of pleasure through my body. I look down again, watching as she takes me deeper, her lips stretched around me, her cheeks hollowing with effort. The sight of her…so beautiful, so utterly focused on me…makes my chest tighten with something I can’t name.

Her hand moves faster now, her strokes matching the rhythm of her mouth as she works me with an intensity that leaves me breathless. She pulls back slightly, letting her tongue swirl around the tip before taking me in again, her movements growing more confident with every passing second.

“Jenny, darling,” I groan, my voice breaking as my hips move on their own, pushing deeper into her mouth. She adjusts, her fingers tightening around me as her tongue presses against the sensitive underside, stroking in ways that make my vision blur. I feel the pressure building, my entire body tensing as I teeter on the edge.

But then she pauses, pulling back slightly, her lips still wrapped around the tip as her hand strokes me with deliberate precision. The cool air hits the wet skin she’s left behind, and I shudder, every nerve alight with the contrast. She glances up at me, her gaze filled with a mixture of shyness and boldness, and it’s almost too much.

I groan again, my voice low and desperate. “You’re going to…fuck…you’re going to make me lose it.”

Her lips curve slightly against me, the faintest hint of a smile before she takes me deeper again, her tongue swirling around the tip before sliding down. The sensation is overwhelming, a perfect mix of softness and pressure, of pleasure and need. My legs tremble, my hands tightening in her hair as I fight to hold back, to stop myself from completely unraveling.

But she doesn’t stop. Her movements grow faster, more deliberate, her lips and hand working in tandem to push me closer and closer to the edge. My breaths come in sharp gasps, my body trembling as the tension builds to a breaking point.

“Jenny,” I rasp, my voice barely audible as I feel myself teetering on the brink. I can’t hold on much longer, and the thought of coming undone like this…completely at her mercy…is both terrifying and exhilarating.

Just as I feel myself slipping, I gently pull her away, my hands cradling her face as I guide her up to meet my gaze. Her lips are swollen, her cheeks flushed, and the sight of her like this…her eyes filled with heat and determination…makes my chest tighten all over again.

“Come here,” I murmur, my voice rough as I pull her onto the bed. I need her…every part of her. I know I’ll never forget this moment for the rest of my life.

Her body trembles in my arms, her cheeks flushed and lips swollen. She climbs over me, straddling my hips again, her sex pressing against the hard length of me. The wet heat of her makes me groan, my hands gripping her waist instinctively asshe moves, rocking against me. The friction sends a jolt of pleasure straight through me, but it’s more than just that…watching her take charge like this, seeing her confidence grow, leaves me in awe.

Her head tips back as she moves, her hair cascading over her shoulders, her chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. I reach up, cupping her breasts, molding them in my hands as her movements grow bolder. She gasps when my thumbs brush over her hardened nipples, her hips grinding down against me with more urgency.

“Zack,” she whispers, her voice trembling, and I can feel the tension in her body building. My hands slide down her back, gripping her hips as I roll her onto her back once more, pinning her beneath me.

She looks up at me, her hazel eyes wide and filled with trust, and it nearly undoes me.

For a brief moment, I think about condoms, but there’s none in sight.

“I’ll take care of you in the morning,” I whisper, brushing a strand of hair from her face. She nods, her trust in me palpable, and it hits me like a punch to the chest.

I position myself at her entrance, pressing in slowly. The heat of her is almost unbearable, but she’s so tight that I pause, my jaw clenching as I fight to stay in control. “Jenny,” I whisper, my voice trembling, “are you okay?”

She nods, her nails digging into my arms as I press in further. The resistance is there, and when I realize what it means, I freeze. “You’re a virgin,” I say, my voice hoarse with shock.

She blushes, her eyes meeting mine, and I can see the truth written all over her face. “Don’t stop,” she pleads, her voice soft but firm. “Please, Zack. I want this.”

I swallow hard, my emotions warring inside me. I should stop, give her time, but the look in her eyes…so filled with trust, with need…keeps me anchored. I nod, leaning down to kiss her softly. “I’ll go slow,” I promise, my voice barely above a whisper.

She blushes, her eyes meeting mine, and I see the truth written all over her face. “Don’t stop,” she pleads again, her voice still soft but firm. “Please, Zack. I want this.”

I swallow hard, the weight of her words anchoring me. I should stop. I know I should. But the trust in her gaze, the raw vulnerability mixed with an undeniable need, makes it impossible to pull away. I lean down, brushing my lips over hers with a softness that feels almost foreign to me.

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