Page 56 of The Wrong Brother

She looks up at me, her eyes dark with need, and her lips part as though she’s about to speak. But instead of answering, she leans forward, pressing her lips to my collarbone, then lower, her kisses trailing down my torso until I can’t think, can’t breathe.

“Jenny,” I rasp, my voice hoarse and trembling as I cup her face, forcing her to meet my gaze. I’m trying to hold on to some semblance of control, but the way she looks at me makes it impossible. “Are you sure about this?” I ask one more time before we reach the point of no return.

She nods, and I believe her.

Her hands tremble only slightly as she unbuttons my pants, sliding the zipper down with deliberate slowness. My breath catches, the anticipation coursing through me as her fingers brush against me through the fabric. Even that minimal touch sends a jolt straight to my core, and I bite back a groan.

When she leans forward, her lips pressing tentatively against me through the fabric, the sensation is maddening. She’s testing, teasing, and it’s driving me insane. My cock aches, strainingagainst the confinement, and when she glances up at me, the determination in her eyes is enough to undo me entirely.

“Jenny,” I rasp, my voice thick with desire and a hint of restraint. But she doesn’t stop. Instead, she tugs down the waistband of my briefs, freeing me completely. The cool air hits me first, but then her warm hand wraps around me, and the contrast is staggering.

She takes a moment to study me, her gaze dropping to my cock, and I feel a surge of heat under her scrutiny. Her lips part slightly, and then she leans in, her breath warm against the sensitive skin. When her tongue darts out to trace a slow line along the underside, my head falls back, and a guttural sound escapes me.

Her lips close over the head, soft and deliberate, and she sucks gently, her tongue swirling in a way that makes my hips jerk involuntarily. I can’t stop the groan that follows, my hand moving to tangle in her hair. She doesn’t pull away. If anything, her confidence grows, her pace quickening as she takes more of me into her mouth.

Her tongue presses firmly against the underside, and she moves with a rhythm that’s calculated to destroy me. She pulls back slightly, her lips dragging along my length before she takes me deeper again, her cheeks hollowing as she sucks. The sensation is overwhelming, her mouth hot and wet and perfect.

“Fuck,” I groan, my voice low and ragged as I fight to keep some semblance of control. My fingers tighten in her hair, guiding her gently, but she’s already moving with an intensity that leaves me breathless.

Her hands grip the base of my cock, stroking in time with the movement of her mouth, and the combination is devastating. She takes me deeper, her lips brushing against her hand as she moves, and I can feel the pressure building, coiling low in my abdomen.

“Jenny,” I manage, my voice strained. “You don’t?—”

She pulls back slightly, her lips glistening as she looks up at me. “I want to,” she whispers, her voice low and breathless. The raw sincerity in her words leaves me speechless.

She takes me back into her mouth, and this time, she doesn’t hold back. Her movements are faster, more deliberate, her tongue pressing and swirling as she takes me deeper. My hips jerk forward instinctively, and she takes it all, her lips sliding down my length until she’s nearly at the base.

The sight of her like this…on her knees, her cheeks flushed, her lips stretched around my cock…sends me spiraling. I can’t stop the groans that slip from my lips, the way my body reacts to every touch, every movement. She’s relentless, her focus absolute, and it’s enough to make my vision blur.

“I’m close,” I warn her, my voice rough and uneven, but she doesn’t stop. If anything, she goes deeper, her tongue pressing harder as she takes me in completely. The tension in my body snaps, and I come with a shuddering groan, the release blindingly intense.

I try to pull back, but she holds me in place, her lips sealed around me as she swallows everything. The sensation is too much, almost unbearable, but she doesn’t falter. When she finally pulls back, her lips are swollen, her cheeks flushed, and her gaze is heavy-lidded as she looks up at me.

She licks her lips slowly, deliberately, and it’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. My knees nearly give out as I reach down to pull her to her feet, my hands cupping her face as I crash my lips against hers. The kiss is frantic, all-consuming, as I press her back against the door, the taste of her mixed with my release only fueling the fire between us.

“Jenny,” I murmur against her lips, my voice hoarse and filled with everything I can’t put into words. Her response isa soft moan, her hands gripping my shoulders as she pulls me closer.

Chapter

Thirty-One

JENNY

My head spins as he kisses me, his lips fierce and commanding, yet somehow tender. My heart pounds so hard I can feel it in every inch of my body, matching the heat that surges through me. His hands cup my face as if I’m something precious, something he can’t let go of, and the intensity in his gaze as he pulls back to look at me steals what little breath I have left.

My lips tingle from the force of his kiss, and the taste of him lingers, rich and addictive. I feel a thrill as I press closer, my hands wandering over the firm muscles of his chest and shoulders. God, he feels so solid, so real, and every touch sends a shiver of excitement through me.

I glance up into his eyes, and for a moment, I wonder if he’s as undone as I am. His expression is raw, unguarded, and it makes my heart twist. I try to push the thought away, telling myself thisis just the heat of the moment, but the way he looks at me…it feels like something more.

His hands find the zipper at the back of my dress, his movements slow and deliberate as he draws it down. The sound of the zipper is impossibly loud in the charged silence between us, the only other sound, my unsteady breathing. The fabric loosens and slips from my shoulders, gliding down my body until it pools at my feet.

His gaze roams over me, dark and unyielding, taking in every inch as though committing the moment to memory. The intensity in his eyes sends a shiver racing through me. I feel exposed, yes, but not vulnerable…his attention makes me feel powerful, desired in a way that steals my breath.

He steps closer, his hands finding my waist, warm and firm as they slide upward. When his palms cup my breasts, his thumbs graze over the peaks, drawing a soft gasp from my lips. The fullness of them fills his hands completely, and the reverence in his touch makes my knees weaken. He squeezes gently, almost testing the weight of them, before rolling his thumbs again, igniting heat that pools low in my belly.

I can feel the hardness of his erection pressing against my stomach, the heat of his arousal, an undeniable presence against my bare skin. It’s almost too much, the way his body speaks to mine without words, the silent promise of what’s to come making me tremble. I tilt my head back, meeting his eyes, and the hunger there makes me ache for him even more.

“Jenny,” he murmurs, his voice rough as gravel, a whisper of restraint in the depths of his desire. His hands slide down my sides, skimming over the curve of my hips before his fingers hook into the sides of my thong. He hesitates for a moment, as though waiting for permission, but when I don’t stop him, he slides the delicate fabric down, letting it fall to the floor alongside my dress.

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