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BRICK

The momentshe releases my cock from my jeans, her breath catches. Her fingers pause for a second, just enough for me to see the hesitation flash across her face.

She stares, lips parted, taking in the sheer size of me. Thick, heavy, already leaking for her. Yes, I admit it. She turns me the fuck on, and I want a taste of what my brothers have had too.

Her throat bobs in a nervous swallow, and fuck if that doesn’t make my cock throb harder.

I don’t give her time to overthink it. My fingers clamp under her chin, tilting her face up so she has no choice but to meet my gaze. Her eyes are wide and dark, her expression something between apprehension and hunger.

“Take it, Rowan. Now’s not the time to second-guess,” I say, voice low and controlled despite the rage and desire warring inside me. “You went in for it. Now, take it.”

Her lips part instinctively, but she hesitates before lowering her head. Instead, she wraps her fingers around my cock first, stroking, feeling the weight of it in her palm. Her touch istentative, her thumb dragging over the swollen tip, smearing the bead of precum that’s gathered there.

I groan low in my throat. “No teasing. I’m not Maddox with his games. Mouth. Now.”

She listens. Her tongue darts out, swiping over the head, tasting me before she wraps her lips around the tip. I tighten my grip on her jaw, controlling her movements as I push forward slightly. She takes more of me, her mouth stretching around my cock, inch by inch.

“That’s it,” I murmur, my free hand tangling in her hair, guiding her. “Show me what you did to my brothers.”

She moves slowly at first, her tongue sliding along the underside of my shaft. But I don’t let her set the pace. My fingers tighten in her hair, and I start thrusting into her mouth, slow but deep.

“This is how a leader takes what’s his, Rowan.”

She gags slightly, her hands gripping my thighs, nails digging in as she tries to adjust. I hold her steady, forcing her to relax her throat and take all of me.

The Kane brothers have always been competitive—in business, racing, everything. This is no different. I need to know she can take all of me better than she took them.

“That’s it, cupcake,” I praise, my voice a growl. “You can take it.”

I push deeper, her nose pressing against my stomach. She chokes around me, but she doesn’t pull away. Tears prick the corners of her eyes, her mascara smudging as she struggles, saliva spilling from the corners of her lips, dripping down her chin.

“Fuck,” I groan, watching her come undone around my cock. “Look at you. So fucking messy.”

I keep her there, holding her down, letting her throat tighten around me as she fights to breathe. She squirms, but I don’t let up. My hips move, fucking her mouth.

Her body trembles, her moans vibrating around me, sending sparks of pleasure through my spine. I pull back just enough to let her catch a desperate breath before pushing back in, watching her throat stretch to take me.

“You’ve complicated everything by getting between us,” I tell her, my voice rough with both pleasure and the weight of what she’s done. “My family comes first—always has. You think you can just walk in and change that?”

Her hands grip my thighs harder. Her entire body shakes as she gags again, tears spilling over her cheeks. And fuck, if it isn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

“Gonna come,” I warn, holding her head still. “Swallow every fucking drop. Take what your games have earned you.”

She whimpers in response, her tongue flicking against my shaft as I thrust deep one last time, groaning as I spill down her throat. She swallows, her throat working around me, taking my release until I finally pull back, panting, watching as she gasps for air, her lips red and swollen, her body trembling.

Without a word, I grab her and haul her up. She barely has time to register before I throw her over my shoulder, her ass bouncing as I stride toward the stairs.

“Brick!” she yelps, but I ignore her, my palm landing on her ass in a sharp smack. She squirms, gasping at the sudden sting.

“Quiet,” I order, walking straight to my bedroom. The one place my brothers haven’t been with her. The one territory that’s still mine alone.

I drop onto the bed, keeping her draped over my lap. One arm pins her down, the other smooths over the curve of her ass, bare under the hem of her shorts.

“You think you can get away with teasing me?” I murmur, dragging my fingers along the soft skin.

She shivers. “Brick?—”

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