Page 32 of Broken Daddy

When I start to cant my hips desperately, wanting more, he puts me out of my misery. With one hand, he holds me down as he plunges in. The sound of us fucking, wet skin and moans, fills the room.

Nate buries his face in my tits and licks, sucks, kisses, bites. In the morning, I’ll be covered in bruises. I don’t care. It’s summer and I’ll wear a turtleneck every damn day if he fucks me like this.

“You drive me insane.”

His teeth are clenched as he drives into me over and over, hips bruising mine. It’s rough and wet and I’m going to come soon, sooner than I’ve probablyevercome.

“Come here.”

Before I can process what he’s asking—or telling—Nate leans back, grips my thighs, yanks me forward, and enters me at a whole new angle.

On his knees, his cock pounds an ache deep into my pussy that has me panting immediately.

“Oh, fuck. Just like that, Nate.”

“Come on my dick, Gen.”

Hearing my name fall from his lips shouldn’t be what sends me over the edge, but it is.

The taboo of acknowledging what we’re doing makes my orgasm even more intense, a crushing wave of satisfaction and euphoria, tantalizingly forbidden. I cry out and tighten my legs around his hips as he keeps pumping into me, grunting as he comes, burying himself deep inside me.

Nate braces himself with a hand on my lower stomach.

Two more shallow thrusts, towering over me as he fills my pussy.

It’s almost enough to make me come again, but I bite my lip and ride it out, gripping his upper arms as he rocks into me.

Chapter14

Nathan

Chris shows up at thewrongtime.

Also, under the wrong circumstances.

I look up from the monthly project report to see Genevieve walking through my office door. She’s a goddess, or close to it.

All loose, flowy clothing, brown locks up in a ponytail, plate of scones that smell delicious.

And then…there’s Chris.

He strides in behind her, a goofy grin on his face, jacket folded over his arm.

“Brother.”

I rub a hand down my face at his teasing tone. Gen lets out a giggle, purses her lips tightly, and puts the plate down on the corner of my desk.

“Thought you could use a snack,” she offers. “Just until dinner.”

Chris hums, leaning against the desk. His characteristic smirk is already annoying me as he comments smoothly, “Oh, and here I thoughtyouwere the snack.”

It’s such a bad line that Gen busts out laughing.

I should be laughing, too, because I can tell Chris is just messing around. He’s always been the flirty little brother making girls crack a smile.

Instead, my blood boils as I shut the laptop and grind my teeth.

“Is there a reason you’re here,brother?”

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