Page 44 of The Wrong Brother

“I’ll go slow,” I whisper, my voice barely audible. My forehead rests against hers as I push forward again, inch by agonizing inch, her body yielding to me with excruciating slowness.

She gasps, her hands clutching at my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin as I stretch her, filling her in ways she’s never experienced before. I pause, giving her a moment to adjust, stroking her hair and murmuring reassurances againsther lips. Her breaths come in short, shallow gasps, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she clings to me.

“Zack,” she whispers, her voice trembling, and I freeze, ready to stop if she asks. But she surprises me. Her hands slide down my back, her fingers pressing against my skin as she shifts her hips slightly, seeking more. “Don’t stop,” she murmurs again, her voice stronger now, more certain.

I press forward, my cock sliding deeper into her tight heat, and the sensation is overwhelming. She’s so warm, so impossibly tight, and every nerve in my body feels like it’s on fire. I grit my teeth, forcing myself to go slow, to give her time, even as my instincts scream at me to take her completely.

“You’re incredible,” I murmur, my voice rough as I bury myself inside her fully. She lets out a soft cry, her head tipping back against the pillow, her body arching beneath me. I stay still, my forehead pressed to hers, letting her adjust to the stretch.

Her hands tremble as they move to my face, cupping my cheeks as her hazel eyes meet mine. “It’s… it’s starting to feel good,” she says, her voice breathless but tinged with wonder. The tension in her body eases, her thighs relaxing around my hips as she begins to move, testing the rhythm.

I groan, the sensation of her moving against me nearly breaking my restraint. I let her set the pace, my hands gripping her hips as she begins to rock beneath me. Her movements are tentative at first, her body adjusting to my size, but soon, she finds a rhythm, her hips rolling against mine with growing confidence.

“You’re doing so well,” I whisper, my voice thick with emotion as I watch her. She’s breathtaking, her flushed cheeks, her parted lips, the way her hair spills over the pillow like a halo. Her breasts move with each thrust, the peaks of her nipples hard and begging for my attention. I lower my head, taking one into my mouth, sucking gently as my hands roam over her body.

Her moans grow louder, her nails raking down my back as her body begins to respond to mine fully. She’s not holding back anymore, her hips meeting mine with increasing urgency, her gasps turning into cries of pleasure.

“Zack,” she whimpers, her voice trembling, and I can feel her body tightening around me, the telltale signs of her approaching release.

I move faster, driving into her with deliberate precision, angling my hips to hit the spot that makes her cry out. “I’ve got you,” I murmur, my voice strained as I fight to maintain control. The way she feels, the way she moves, is driving me to the edge, but I hold back, desperate to make this perfect for her.

Her body arches, her thighs tightening around my hips as the tension inside her snaps. She cries out my name, her body convulsing around me, and the sensation is enough to send me spiraling. My thrusts become erratic, my control slipping completely as I bury myself inside her one last time. My release crashes through me, a wave of pleasure so intense it leaves me trembling.

The tension that’s been building inside me snaps, my control shattering as a guttural groan tears from my throat. My hips jerk, my entire body trembling as my release surges through me, hot and unrelenting. I bury myself inside her, my foreheadpressed against hers as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me, leaving me utterly undone.

“Fuck,” I rasp, my breath ragged as my body continues to shake with the force of it. Each pulse of my release feels endless, each sensation heightened by the way her body clenches around me, holding me in place as if she doesn’t want to let go. My vision blurs, my thoughts scattered, and for a moment, the world ceases to exist outside of this…the heat of her, the sound of our mingled breaths, the way she whispers my name like a prayer.

When the final tremors subside, I collapse beside her, utterly spent, my chest heaving as I try to catch my breath. My arm slips around her waist instinctively, pulling her close as we lie tangled together. Her head rests against my chest, her fingers tracing lazy patterns over my skin, grounding me in a way I’ve never felt before.

Neither of us speaks, the silence heavy with the unspoken emotions hanging between us. The only sounds are the rhythmic beating of our hearts and the soft hum of her breath against my skin.

But as I hold her, something shifts inside me…something I can’t ignore. This wasn’t just a moment, wasn’t just sex. It was more.

It was the culmination of something that’s always been there, buried deep, like a quiet undercurrent in my chest. My affection for her has always lingered, subtle and unspoken, but now it’s risen to the surface, undeniable and raw. Being with her like this has changed everything. She isn’t just someone who’s slippedinto my life…she’s someone who’s always been a part of it, whether I acknowledged it or not.

And now that it’s out in the open, now that I’ve felt her, tasted her, claimed her…I know I’ll never see her the same way again.

I’d planned for this to be fleeting…something to indulge in for a time, a temporary distraction before letting go. But now, with her curled against me, her breaths soft and even, her warmth pressed into my chest, I feel… unsettled. Weary. Almost threatened by what this could mean, what she could mean.

Jenny shifts, her small hands clutching at my skin as she seeks comfort, burrowing closer as if she’s trying to disappear into me. Her vulnerability, the way she trusts me so completely…it forces the walls in my mind to crack, if only for a moment.

I sigh, tightening my arms around her and letting my lips brush against the top of her head. For now, I tell myself, I’ll stop thinking. I’ll stop questioning. This moment…this fleeting, perfect moment…is all I have. And I don’t know if it will ever come again. So, I force myself to let go of the weight pressing on my chest and simply hold her, savoring her softness, her presence, and the fragile peace that’s wrapped itself around us.

Chapter

Twenty-Five

JENNY

The morning light seeps through the curtains, soft and golden, spilling warmth across the room. My eyes flutter open, heavy with sleep, and for a moment, I feel disoriented. My head throbs faintly from last night’s alcohol, and my body feels… different. Sensitive. Sore. As though it belongs to someone else entirely.

And then I feel him.

Zack’s arm is draped over my waist, his hand resting possessively against my stomach, his chest pressed against my back. Heat radiates from his body, sinking into my skin, and I can feel every inch of him…solid, warm, devastatingly close. My breath catches, the reality of last night slamming into me with vivid, all-consuming clarity.

His hands had roamed my body like he owned it. I recall the feel of his cock inside of me.

I can still feel the ache, the way he’d moved inside me with unrelenting precision, each thrust pushing me higher, harder, until I’d shattered beneath him.

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