Page 10 of Torn Between Two Brothers

She heard a rustling sound outside the shower and glanced at the man she loved, a man who was currently unbuttoning his shirt. She saw the sparkle in his eyes and knew he was up to no good. She quaked in anticipation, her body craving him with an intensity that rocked her world and derailed her ability to think with any clarity.

“Touch your pussy for me,” he said, his voice a soft command.

Her sex fluttered at the thought of masturbating while he watched. Lauren’s hands left her breasts and skimmed her curves as they trailed downward. Turning her body to give him a better look, she lifted one leg and placed it on the edge of the tub.

With soapy fingers, she widened her lips, stretching them open so he could glimpse the pink skin and hard clit that was in dire need of his attention.

“Rub yourself.”

He removed his shirt and pants as she ran her finger over her clit, preparing herself for him. He tore off his shorts and his thick cock, so hard and ready had her blood burning with need as it jutted free.

“Harder,” he growled.

She pressed against her clit, roughly running her fingers over it like he demanded. A moment later he slid open the shower door and climbed in with her. He pulled her to him and she ached, deep between her legs, hungering for more than just his touch.

He ran his hands over her body, and his fingers burned her flesh as he pressed them between her legs. “Are you ready for me, baby?” he asked, his warm breath washing over her face and arousing her even more. He threw his head back and groaned out loud. “I love how wet you get for me.” Then his eyes got serious for a moment and there was such urgency in his voice when he said, “The only thing that gets me through the week is knowing I’ll be with you on the weekends. Knowing that you’re always hot and ready for me.”

With that he gripped her hips, lifted her clear off the porcelain floor and pressed her back to the cool wall. “Wrap your legs around me,” he demanded, his voice so rough and full of desire it snaked around her heart and squeezed.

When she did as he said, he pressed his mouth to hers. Then he kissed her with all the passion inside him as he drove his cock all the way into her. The stab of pleasure tore a moan from her throat.

“Yes,” she cried out.

“You feel so fucking good,” he murmured as he stilled inside her, letting her get used to his thickness as his girth pushed open her tight walls.

Her pussy throbbed for more. She rocked into him, prompting him into action.

“Such a greedy girl,” he teased as he withdrew and drove home again.

Taking charge of her pleasure, his lips and hands moved urgently over her body. He pumped hard, driving her against the wall as she buried her face in his neck and inhaled his warm masculine scent. He pounded harder, and her body convulsed as a barrage of sensation overtook her. God, she loved the way he fucked her, loved the way he made her feel like such a sexy woman. He smashed into her so hard his pubis ground against her sensitive cleft, the stimulation bringing her higher and higher.

When her cunt started to ripple, dark eyes full of lust met hers. The need between them was all consuming, palpable, and so damn powerful there was no way she could ever get enough of him.

“I want you to come for me now, baby.”

“Yes,” she cried out as an orgasm pulled at her, but she didn’t want to tumble over, not yet, because she didn’t want this to end. Ever. “Oh, God yes.”

With his hands biting into her hips, he pushed impossibly deeper, harder, until their groans of pleasure merged. She began burning from the inside out as pleasure raced through her bloodstream. Then her entire body let go, spasming and tightening around his cock so hard, he stiffened and she knew he was struggling to hang on.

“Come with me,” she encouraged.

With that, his eyes flashed, his nostrils flared, and he let loose a low, savage growl as he pushed into her and stilled.

She could feel his cock fill with heated blood, pushing out against her walls and making her feel so gloriously full.

“You’re incredible,” he whispered, his breath coming in jagged bursts. A moment later her buried his face in her neck and splashed his seed inside her.

“Yes,” she cried out as his liquid warmth filled her.

She held him to her, meshing their bodies as one. They both struggled to catch their breaths. When she could finally speak again, she whispered, “That was so good, Adam. I love being with you and I don’t want to be out of your arms for a second this weekend.”

“Good.” His grin was wicked when it met hers. “Because I’m not nearly done with you.” He pushed a finger into her mouth, his eyes gleaming. “I promised I was going to fuck you everywhere, and I don’t break my promises.”

Those words reminded her of Garret. He too was a man who didn’t break promises. Thinking of Garret had her throat tightening.

Adam must have sensed the shift in her because once again his smile fell from his face and he turned serious when he said, “You know how important you are to me and I’d do anything for you, babe. Anything to make you happy.”

“I know,” she managed around the lump in her windpipe. “I’d do anything to make you happy, too.”

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