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“I’ll never forgive you if you stop.” Kissing him again, I reach between us to palm his cock, letting him know exactly where I stand right now. He needs this, I need this. He’s right, we can talk later.
Ronan groans, his hips pushing into my hand before he sits up and pulls off his shirt, revealing every inch of the ink he’s kept hidden.
If there were any shred of doubt left, it’s gone. Those are Nightbreed’s tattoos, Nightbreed’s abs. God only knows how many times I’ve studied them.
And they belong to my big brother. Grinning, I ask, “Do you still want me to call you Daddy?” as I lean in to kiss his neck.
Ro exhales a breath. “Honestly, that was just the closest I could get to big brother without making it obvious,” he admits. “I won’t lie and say it wasn’t hot, but I’d like it if you called me what I am, baby sister.”
The visceral reaction that causes surprises me. I definitely shouldn’t be turned on bythe man I’m about to fuck calling me his baby sister, but here we are. My cunt is so wet, he might drown if he goes anywhere near it.
Fuck it.
“You want my pussy, big brother? Take it then.”
When his restraint snaps, so does the fabric of my clothes as he rips me free, his rough grip clenching my inner thighs as he shoves my legs open and stares down at me. “Say it again.”
God, I really do think I love him. “Touch me, big brother. Show me what I was missing when you blindfolded me.”
“Fuck,” he growls, his teeth pinching my clit a split second before he laps at it, and his grip on my skin tightening painfully as he begins to eat my pussy like he hasn’t had a meal in days. “You want to watch what you missed, Atley? See what I saw at that glory hole? Because I recorded the whole thing.”
His tongue returns to my cunt before I can question him or really react at all. I shouldn’t be surprised that he filmed it when he convinced himself he was going to lose me at any moment, but now I’ll get to see all the expressions I missed out on in that stall. The last little pieces of this puzzle areclicking into place, and the more I learn, the more certain I am that this is right.
For a while, I just get lost in the way it feels to be wanted like this. My big brother knows my body like he designed it himself, pulling orgasms from me like it’s nothing. “Ronan,” I moan, thighs twitching when the fourth orgasm leaves me trembling and oversensitive. “Ro, you’re gonna be the death of me.”
And something tells me I might beg for it.
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Ronan
God, my real name on her lips is going to be the death ofme.
Ronan.
The way she moans it is as delicious as I always knew it would be, and as her legs begin to shake and it falls from her sinful little mouth again, I have to squeeze my cock to get it to calm down.
To ensure she keeps moaning it just like that, I slide two fingers inside of her and curl, beckoning her pleasure forward in hopes that she makes a fucking mess of me.
The whimper she lets out as I find the spot that makes her squirm has me craving more. “Ro, it’s been too many already, I can’t.”
“Too many?” I press down on her lower abdomen and massage that sweet spot. “There’s no such thing.”
When I suck her clit into my mouth she grabs my hair hard, so I bite her clit to make her let go.
She splays her fingers over the back of my head instead, clenching her thighs and trying to wriggle backward.
Keeping her pinned is as easy as breathing, but I let her move around a little to believe she can escape. It’s cute.
“You’re not going anywhere until you squirt for me, baby sister.”
Her eyes widen, but I feel the way her cunt squeezes my fingers. Fuck. She’s just as turned on by this as I am.
“I don’t want to ruin your sheets,” she rushes out, gasping as I curl my fingers again. “Oh, fuck. Please keep doing that.”
Nothing could stop me now. “I got you, baby girl. Fuck everyone and everything — including these sheets. I have spares, and all that matters right now is you, me, and this desperate little cunt. Now give it to me. Let go.”
“Ronan—”
