Page 84 of Three Pucking Ex's Brothers
I pop off of him, taking him in my hand as I slither up his body until I find his mouth. He opens for me without question, and I kiss him.
The motion drives my wet pussy right over his shaft, and I shiver from the feel. He moans as his body shakes.
“Is this what you want?” I ask as I do it again, noting the way he groans. He thrusts against me, his body shaking. “You want to be inside me?”
“No,” he says, turning his face. I carefully grind against him again, noting how his eyebrows furrow.
Everything he’s saying tells me he doesn’t want this, but he hasn’t said the word, so I take it to mean he does.
I’ve heard about this sort of thing before. Mostly in the books I’ve read, and once Zayne told me about something similar he did with a guy who liked the fantasy of beingused.
Freddie looks at me, licking his lips, his chest heaving. He thrusts his cock against me, his shaft sliding across my wet folds and my insides start to rise, the hurricane swirling once more.
“Stop,” he says, his gaze contorting into a tight grimace. His thrusts come faster. So I grind on him a bit more. Our bodies move together in tandem, and everything is warm and sticky, though I’m not sure if it’s me, him, or…both of us, maybe?
Something about that feels important, but I can’t focus right now, because I’m too enamored with this feeling and the expressions on his face. His hands find my hips and he pushes against me, like he’s trying to push me off, but his cock twitches as he continues to thrust against me.
I stop for a moment, and he looks at me with tears in his eyes.
“Please don’t stop,” he whispers. “I’m c-close.” He swallows hard, his eyebrows furrowed. “I want to come for you.” His voice is uneven, strained, and Iknowhe must be close based on that alone. Not to mention his throbbing cock against me.
“Please…” he begs.
I start my rhythm again, rubbing against him as I find his mouth and he groans in defeat.
“That’s a good girl,” he whispers.
Those words are my undoing. I don’t think, I just kiss him. Hard. I press my body against his, his cockhead brushing my entrance, and his entire body locks up.
“Get off,” he says, his fingers digging into my sides. I try to move, but his grip tightens. “Get off of me,” he bites. “I’m going to come…”
His voice is high-pitched, and I push myself off of him, but he shakes his head. “No, please,” he growls.
His fingernails dig into my skin as he looks into my eyes. He pulls my face to his, his lips shaking against mine as he whispers, “Please let me come…”
And I realize he’s waiting for my permission.
He wants me to tell him it’s okay.
That hecan.
He wants me to command him.
I don’t think twice as I thrust my hips forward, his cockhead breaching my slick entrance as I take his lips against mine and give him what I know he needs.
Permission.
“Come for me, Daddy,” I whisper. “Give me what I want.”
Freddie groans, and barely a second later, I feel his warmth flood me as be bottoms out, his cum spilling over my lips. His fingernails ease in my skin, his kiss softening as his body unravels beneath me.
It’s enough to feel him. To feel his cum glazing my pussy, marking me like a brand. He holds me close as we collapse, and I lean my head on his chest.
For a moment all there is is our heated, heavy breaths as he holds me against his solid frame and slides out of me.
And then he gets up, and I think everything has shattered.
He’sleaving.
