Page 33 of Thanking Her Brother's Best Friends

I undid the panties and freed her hands. She raised them and snaked them around my back. Her nails dug into my bare skin as she pulled me into her.

We fucked like this for a while before I realized I wanted more. "Wait," I murmured before pulling out.

I lay back on the counter this time. She climbed on top of me. I slid my hands around her waist and pulled her down onto my rod. It slid easily into her wet, open folds. She grunted in response, feeling my thick, hard organ fill her up.

Reaching up, I grabbed her breasts and squeezed them hard, holding her upright as she straddled and gyrated on my cock. Her hair, loose and without any restraints, fell past her shoulders.

Her face was bathed in warm sweat and the glow of the room and our actions.

I pushed my engorged cock harder into her as she pulsated around it, moving back and forth in rhythm to my up and down motions.

I wasn't done. Without warning, I swung her up and carried her, my cock still impaled in her pussy, until I had pushed her against a wall. "Aiden," she cried out as I lifted her right leg to get better leverage, my thrusts wilder.

"Tell me what you want. What you need."

I smacked her ass, eliciting another hard moan as I kept fucking her. Her mouth was slightly open now. She had begun panting. "Answer me."

"Fuck me harder, just keep fucking me!"

With all those years of pent-up desire, I slammed into her.

Her body braced for impact as I claimed her, again and again. Her back arched in response, and I felt her quiver and come all around my cock. She screamed and clung to me as her orgasm rippled through her body, claiming complete and total hold of her.

"Oh, my heavens," she said, her words interspersed with rough breaths. "I—"

"Who said we're done?" I asked her, my lips curling. Taking her hands, I led her to a table and propped her up there before kneeling in front of her.

I had wanted to taste her pussy for a long, long time.

10

SELENE

Ifelt oddly vulnerable, but in the best way possible.

He was bent at his knees, his face so close to my wet folds that I could feel his breathing on the tenderest part of me.

It was something else, watching the boy I'd dedicated my first-ever poem to on the verge of going down on me.

I giggled.

"Humor me too," he responded.

I raised my back up by putting support on my arms and smiled at him. "I always wondered what it would feel like to watch my bullies go on their knees."

"And now?" he asked, his tone playful.

"I guess we're about to find out."

He timed his first lick with the last word I said, and I immediately followed with a gasp. I let my arms loose and my back arched upon the table as his tongue moved with deft ease, licking back and forth, his pace deliciously slow.

Suddenly, I felt cold—like his mouth was ice on the contrasting heat emanating from my pussy.

"What—"

"I thought it'd be fun to try something with a mint," he replied before diving in. And oh, God, it was something else. The juxtaposition of his cold tongue against my warmth drove me to the edge almost immediately.

He increased his pace, and while he licked me, one of his fingers entered my pussy.

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