Page 103 of Three Pucking Ex's Brothers
I want to hold her in the morning before the sun rises, and I want to come home from practice to watch Netflix—really watch it—with her in my arms. I want to flirt with her and dance with her and kiss her until I can’t breathe.
And I want to give her what he couldn’t.
A life.
A baby.
Just the thought…of Nora, pregnant, belly round withmy child, makes my damn cock weep. But it’s not just the thought of her body changing that has my heart in my throat.
It’s the memories of my own childhood. With mybrothers.Playing and laughing and seeing my parents so happy because ofus.Because they loved us so much and instilled that love in us.
I want to experiencethat.
I want to know what it’s like to love beyond measure, and I know Nora is the one who can show me that.
She swallows hard, and then she leans her forehead against mine and whispers, “No.”
No.
She doesn’t want me to use a condom.
Neither of us have to say a word, because we both know what this means.
And we both know there’s no going back.
But maybe that’s a good thing. Because all that’s in the past is heartache. Pain. Selfish desire and unfulfilled wishes and dreams.
And forward? Well…forward lies the victory, the sun, the stars.
“I’m on the pill,” she whispers. “Have been the last year, just in case.”
“Okay,” I whisper back as I kiss her softly. I grab her leg and hook it over my hip, guiding her back into the comforter and pillows. She shoves the suitcase aside with her hand, and some clothes get strewn about, but I don’t care.
She sinks her heel into my ass, and I’m aware that my briefs are welled up around my knees, just as hers give resistance around her calves.
“Show me,” she whispers against my mouth, her voice even and warm. “Show me what you think I deserve, Russell.”
I slide into her so easily, it’s like she was made for me.
“My pleasure, Eleanor,” I whisper as I kiss her slowly, savoring the taste of her on my tongue.
I feeleverything.Her warm, soaked pussy pulsing around my aching cock. Her nails digging into my back. My racing heart and the familiar tightening in my balls, telling me I’m going to come.
Her gasps and moans pitch and I know she’s close too.
“Rush…” She grips my shoulders tight, and I feel her body tense. She gasps as I pull my hips back, my thrusts coming harder as I chase that victory.
Her pussy contracts around my cock as she moans out her ecstasy, and it’s enough to drive me over the edge. I come hard, my thrusts hitting harder as I fill her with my cum.
I pull my hips back only a fraction as she moans, watching my spend bubble up where we connect. I know I could stop here, and I should. But the sight of my cum glazing her precious pussy makes my brain feel funny, so I don’t stop.
I grab her legs and pull them up higher around my waist, and I thrust into her again.
Harder. Faster.
“Oh my God, Rush!” she cries out, her legs locking around me. I pull out of her and turn her over, my body moving of its ownaccord. I push apart her legs, finding her pussy pink and glazed, and I collect the remnants of my spend on my cockhead and push back inside her. My cock throbs, and I know I’m not done.
And neither is she.
