Page 169 of Baby Surprise for my Brother's Best Friend

We move together like we’ve missed each other. Like we’re reminding ourselves what we are without spit-up on our shirts and a baby monitor buzzing between us.

He kisses me like he’s starving for me, like the months of stolen touches and whispered goodnights were just enough to keep him breathing.

His tongue slides against mine, and I moan, arching into him, desperate for skin.

Our clothes vanish fast, his shirt over his head, and my panties pulled down and tossed somewhere I won’t find until next week.

He lifts me, lays me out across the couch, then kneels between my thighs, spreading me open with reverence.

“Missed this pussy,” he growls, and then his mouth is on me. Teasing me as his tongue traces my folds.

He gently plants kisses up my lower lips until reaching my clit. He laps my juices relentlessly, careful not to let a drip go to waste.

I fist the throw pillow behind my head, crying out as he drags his tongue up my center, sucking my clit with filthy precision. When he slides two fingers inside me and curls them just right, I nearly scream.

“Alessio…God, yes…don’t stop.”

He doesn’t. Hedevoursme. Until I’m shaking and begging and coming all over his mouth, hips jerking helplessly against his face.

Before I can catch my breath, he pulls me down to the floor with him, onto the plush rug, and slides under me.

“Ride my face,dolcezza.”

I hesitate for half a second. Then I straddle him, facing his feet, and lower myself onto his tongue again.

He groans into me, like my pussy is the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted .

And I return the favor, taking his cock in my hand, and pumping him before taking him into my mouth.

I take his swollen balls into my mouth, sucking each one while I stroke his hard length.

As his precum oozes from the tip, I place my thumb on his slit and playfully massage circles on it.

"Fuck,dolcezza, you know exactly how to stroke my cock."

We fall into rhythm. The perfect, desperate sixty-nine position, slick and sinful, so good I lose focus more than once, moaning around him as he eats me like I’m dessert.

When I finally pull off with a gasp, he flips me easily onto all fours.

“Hold on to something.”

I do.

He teases me by rubbing his head onto my clit.

When I'm soaking with arousal, he thrusts into me from behind, thick and deep, one hand gripping my hip while the other slides up to squeeze my breast.

The angle is brutal and perfect, he knows exactly what I need. Each stroke hits that sweet, aching place inside me, and I can’t hold back the sounds spilling from my lips.

“Oh god,” I whimper.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he groans. “So perfect.”

The room is filled with our bodies slapping together, with the sounds of our juices echoing as we collide.

My second orgasm crashes into me like a wave, leaving me shaking, breathless, clawing at the floor.

But he’s not done.

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