Page 45 of The Boys Next Door

God, she was completely naked and exposed to Brendan, pressing her forehead against his cotton-covered chest, shivering as his boxers rubbed her bare legs.

“Do you want this, Di? Do you want me to fill your sexy ass?”

“Yes,” she breathed, clutching his waist.

Yeswas all she could think right now.Yesto Brendan’s sensuous hand between her legs,yesto his deep voice whispering in her ear,yesto her tingling ass being filled, andyesto his hard body getting naked as soon as possible.

When her hands found the heavy bulge in his boxers, tugging at his waistband while she squeezed and fondled his erection, he sighed with pleasure. His mouth moved to her neck, nibbling the tender skin. Diana shuddered, bucking against his patient fingers on her clit and the unyielding toy in her pussy.

“Ian left these last night, didn’t he?” he murmured, nudging her hickeys with his tongue. Heat bloomed all the way down her body. She wrapped an arm around his back, biting down a moan.

“Who else?” she managed to whisper.

Brendan groaned softly into her neck. “Hot. He told me how good you felt, Di.”

“He did?” she whispered. God, the thought of Ian going over last night’s details with his brother pissed her off…it should have pissed her off…but right now, it only turned her on. No doubt Brendan would tell Ian everything that was happening right now… Jesus, this was crazy… “What else did he tell you?”

Brendan’s fingers moved in firm circles over her swollen clit, drawing pleasure through her pussy. His free hand stroked her cheek. Diana gasped when she spasmed around the plug, clutching his warm cock with one hand and his broad back with the other.

“That you knew who he was. Of course you did, Di. That you wore him out.” The broad grin on Brendan’s face made her wriggle under his touch. “He said you’re a very, very horny girl.”

“You already knew that,” she murmured, flushing.

“Mm-hm. And you’re nervous about college. Don’t be, sweetness.” He kissed her softly, nuzzling her mouth. “There’s nothing to be nervous about at all.”

She moaned in protest when Brendan gave her tingling pussy a final squeeze and eased the plug from her soaked cunt. As she tried to pull him back, she realized — Ian had told Brendan a lot, but he hadn’t told him everything.

Warm hands turned her onto her stomach, rubbing the goosebumps away from her creamy skin. By the time Brendan’s palms worked their way down over the generous curve of her hips, her ass arched towards him of its own accord. Fingers squeezed her creamy thighs, then spread her cheeks open, exposing all her intimate parts.

“Brendan…” she whispered.

“Are you embarrassed, Di?” he murmured, rubbing her full cheeks.

She didn’t want to admit it. She wouldn’t admit it. They’d already done so much, and her pussy was dripping onto her sheets, hot and needy, and she didn’t want him to stop—

“Yeah,” she breathed, pressing her face into the covers. “I kind of am.”

Brendan let go of her ass. There was a long pause. Diana was just getting up the courage to roll her face away from her pillow when a sudden smack on one cheek made her jump, her ass quivering and her body tightening in shock.

“Brendan?” She peered over her shoulder to make sure this wasn’t actually Ian. He spanked her other cheek, and to her amazement, she relaxed.

“Good girl,” he said softly. “This will help. Relax into it.”

Diana couldn’t believe it, but as Brendan kept spanking her firmly, it did help. It was crazy, and hot, and kind of hilarious. And it felt so good to give in and let him do it. She couldn’t keep her giggles back. Brendan pinned her firmly in place, his free arm on her waist, as she squirmed and shook with laughter. His own soft chuckles met her ears.

“Ssshhh, baby,” he murmured. Her ass was getting warmer and warmer as his palm alternated between her creamy round cheeks. “You don’t want to wake your parents.”

Before she could pant out an answer, something firm and slim pressed inexorably into her rosebud. Brendan was still spanking her, and she didn’t have any choice but to accept the intrusion. Her ass squeezed down on the plug, slick with her own juices and sliding smoothly into her velvety tightness, deeper than Ian’s finger had been and getting wider and wider as Brendan slowly penetrated her sensitive ass.

It felt so wrong, and so right, and so wrong again, and oh…it was all the way in. Assured hands were easing her onto her back, finding the heat and wetness between her legs, even as she squirmed against the mix of pleasure and discomfort.

And gasped as warm skin pressed against hers. Brendan was naked now. He must have taken his clothes off before he started spanking her. She could just see the planes of his shoulders, the swells of his arms, in the faint light from the guttering candles. His tank top and boxers lay on her desk.

“It’s too much,” she whispered. But her cunt was thrusting toward his hand, soaked with need and begging for his touch. She buried her face in the bulk of his shoulder.

“Give it a minute, Di,” Brendan whispered reassuringly. “Open your pussy to me.”

Oh God, he was rubbing her clit firmly in circles, taking possession of her swollen lips. Her ass tingled and quivered around the solid plug. Pleasure built deep inside her, the slight burning in her ass turning to sweet heat.

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