Page 58 of The Wrong Brother

I shift, rolling onto my back, pulling her with me until she’s draped across my chest. She’s so light, fitting against me like she belongs there, her skin soft and warm against mine. My cock, still hard and pressed against her, is slick with her release, the undeniable evidence of what just happened between us. It sends a jolt of arousal through me, even as I try to slow my breathing.

She tilts her head up, her hair falling over one shoulder as her cheek rests against my chest. I slide a hand down her back, savoring the feel of her beneath my fingers. The curve of her spine, the dip of her waist…it’s perfect. She stirs slightly, shifting her hips, and the friction makes me groan, low and guttural.

“I can feel you,” she murmurs, her voice still heavy with exhaustion and something deeper…satisfaction, maybe.

Her words make me exhale sharply, my hands tightening against her sides. “You’re driving me insane,” I admit, my voice rough as gravel. “I don’t think I’ll survive this.”

She laughs softly, a sound that sends warmth curling through my chest. But then she shifts again, her hips pressing deliberately against me this time, and my breath catches. Her sex is hot and slick against me, and I can feel every movement, every subtle grind of her hips.

“You’re playing with fire,” I warn her, my hands gripping her waist. But she only smiles, leaning up slightly so her breasts press against me, her nipples brushing my skin. My hands move instinctively, sliding up her sides to cup her breasts, my thumbs grazing over the taut peaks.

Her breath hitches as I knead them gently, marveling at their fullness, the way they fit so perfectly in my hands. Her skin is so soft, so warm, and the sounds she makes…soft little moans that escape her lips unbidden…are enough to undo me completely. I lean up, taking one nipple into my mouth, sucking gently, and the way she arches against me, the way she whispers my name, is a reward in itself.

“Zack…” Her voice is a plea, her hands threading into my hair as she presses closer. I let my tongue flick against her, savoring the way her body reacts, the way she trembles in my arms.

When I release her breast and look up, her face is flushed, her lips parted as she breathes heavily.

“Do you want to try something?” I ask, my voice low and measured, though my heart feels like it’s hammering against my ribs.

She blinks at me, her expression caught between curiosity and nervousness. “What?”

I smile, sitting up slightly and guiding her hips against me. “Ride me,” I say simply, watching her cheeks flush an even deeper shade of red. “If you want to.”

She hesitates, biting her lip, and for a moment, I wonder if I’ve pushed too far. But then she nods, her hands resting on my chest as she adjusts herself, lifting her hips slightly. I guide her, my hands firm on her waist, positioning myself against her entrance. The head of my cock brushes against her, and we both shudder at the contact.

Slowly, she lowers herself, her breath catching as I begin to stretch her. “Take your time,” I murmur, my hands steadying her as she takes me in, inch by inch. The slick heat of her surrounds me, her body gripping me so tightly it feels like I’m losing my mind.

When I’m fully seated inside her, she pauses, her hands splayed against my chest as she adjusts to the stretch. “God, Jenny…” I groan, my head falling back against the pillow as the sensation nearly overwhelms me. “You feel… incredible.”

Her breath is unsteady, her nails digging into my chest as she moves experimentally, a slow grind of her hips that makes us both gasp. She feels perfect…better than I ever could have imagined…and I can’t stop my hands from roaming, sliding up her thighs, over the curve of her hips, and back to her waist.

She begins to move, her rhythm slow and tentative at first, but it quickly grows more confident. I lean up, capturing one of her breasts in my mouth again, my hands gripping her hips as I guide her movements. The sound of her moans, the way she whispers my name with every roll of her hips…it’s intoxicating, and I know I’ll never be able to get enough of her.

Her rhythm grows surer, the hesitancy melting away with every shift of her hips. I watch her, utterly entranced…the way her head tilts back, exposing the elegant curve of her neck, the soft flush spreading down her chest, the rise and fall of her breasts as she moves. Every detail of her is etched into my mind like a brand, unforgettable and searing.

“Jenny…” Her name leaves my lips in a gasp, low and hoarse, my voice breaking under the weight of the pleasure coursing through me. I grip her waist tighter, feeling the slick heat of her surrounding me, gripping me so perfectly that it takes every ounce of restraint not to let go too soon.

Her hands slide up my chest, her fingers splaying over my shoulders for balance. Our eyes meet, and the intensity in her gaze steals what little air I have left. She doesn’t look away, and neither do I. It’s like time has stopped, the world narrowing to just us…her soft gasps, my ragged breaths, the electric connection binding us.

She moves faster now, her hips rolling fluidly, and I can’t help the way my own hips meet hers, driving deeper into the tight heat of her. The sensation is indescribable…her warmth, her slickness, the way her body molds to mine. Every grind of her hips sends a jolt of pleasure through me, each one more intense than the last.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” I murmur, my hands sliding up her back to cradle her face. I pull her down to me, capturing her lips in a kiss that’s as desperate as it is tender. She tastes like salt and sweetness, of everything I’ve ever wanted, and when she moans into my mouth, it nearly undoes me.

Her legs begin to tremble, the strain of holding herself upright evident, but she doesn’t falter. If anything, she presses harder against me, her movements becoming erratic as she chases her release. I slide one hand down to where we’re joined, my thumb finding the sensitive bundle of nerves at her center. She gasps, her whole body jerking as I circle it in time with her movements.

“Zack…” Her voice is a broken plea, her nails digging into my shoulders as her rhythm falters. She’s so close…I can feel it in the way her walls tighten around me, the way her breath hitches, coming in shallow, uneven bursts. It’s enough to drive me insane.

Without a word, I move instinctively, flipping us over in one smooth motion until her back meets the mattress. She gasps softly, her body sinking into the plush bedding, her hair fanning out like a halo. The sight of her, flushed and trembling beneath me, is enough to steal my breath.

I lean over her, my hands on either side of her head, holding her gaze as I lower myself between her thighs. My hands slide down her sides, finding her hips, and I spread her legs apart, the movement deliberate and reverent. She’s soft and yielding beneath me, her body pliant, her eyes dark with desire.

When I press into her again, she arches her back, a sharp cry escaping her lips as I sink into her heat. Her walls clench around me, so tight and slick that I have to grit my teeth to keep from losing it right then. I start slow, my thrusts measured and deliberate, savoring the way she feels, the way her body reacts to every movement.

She trembles beneath me, her hands gripping the sheets as soft whimpers spill from her lips. I press kisses along her jawline, down her neck, to the sensitive curve of her shoulder. Each kiss is a silent worship, a way to ground myself in her. I want to remember every inch of her, every sound she makes, every look in her eyes.

“Zack,” she breathes again, her voice a soft cry as her hips rise to meet mine. Her hands find my back, her nails leaving faint trails of heat against my skin, urging me deeper, harder. I oblige, my control slipping with every thrust, the need to be closer to her, to feel all of her, overtaking me.

Her moans grow louder, more desperate, mingling with the sound of our bodies moving together…the wet heat, the soft slap of skin against skin. The bed creaks beneath us, but it’s drowned out by her gasps and cries, by the way she whispers my name like it’s the only thing keeping her tethered.

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