Page 57 of Crushing On My Brothers BFF

Ever, I add silently, but that’s one line I can’t cross, one feeling that might send her running. She’s young. She says she doesn’t even think about the next year, let alone the rest of her life. But it’s not as if I’m ever going to let anybody else touch her, either.

“Remember how I taught you with my fingers,” I say. “I’m going to spread your pussy slowly. First, I’ll push it with my tip, then slide deeper, deeper, until you think you can’t take it anymore, but your slit will open for me. You’ll take everything I give you.”

“Yes,” she whimpers. “I know it’s bad, but after what almost happened, I could’ve lost you.”

“I could’ve lostyou,” I say passionately, kissing her again. We lose ourselves in the kiss, rocking together.

“Nothing else exists,” she whispers. “The guilt, the fame, the paparazzi outside the hotel… none of it.”

“Just us.”

When I stand up, she wraps her legs around me like it’s the most natural thing in the world. It feels like we were made for each other, sculpted in just the right shape.

I carry her through the suite to the bedroom, knowing there’s no going back. There’s no way I can end this. Once I kick the door open and carry her to the bed, I know it’s over. My dick is too hard. My passion is blazing too hot.

She watches me as I walk around the room, closing the curtains. Sunlight glows through them, the room filled with a yellow shine, but nobody can see us. This is just for me. She lies on her side, her hand resting on her hip.

“Are you doing that on purpose?” I ask, walking to the end of the bed.

She laughs in delight. “Doingwhaton purpose?”

“Lying like that. You look so damn seductive.”

“I do?” she says.

“It’s like you’re ready to get your body wet for me,” I growl. “Like you’re going to tear off those pants and start rubbing your virgin slit. Unless you want me to spank you again.”

She bites her lip—fuck, making me stroke my hand up and down the outside of my pants—and then starts shuffling out of her pants.

“What about you?” she asks. “Don’t you want to beready?”

“I’m always ready for you,” I tell her. “You could walk into my office in the middle of the day, and I’d take you on the desk. Show me your virgin pussy. Show me how wet you are.”

She removes her pants, then her underwear, keeping her socks on. There’s something so damn hot about that. She opens her legs, showing me her pink slit, her hole shining with the wetness.I’m shaking all over when she starts to rub her slit, stroking her clit, leaning up and staring at me.

“Keep rubbing your clit,” I tell her when she hesitates. “Lift your legs up and point your toes at me.”

“Like this?” she asks, her toes and legs looking shapely as she spreads them wider.

“You’re making me so damn hard.”

“I love when you tell me what to do,” she whispers.

“Then you better get ready to take my cock,” I growl. “Every inch. No nerves this time. No cute-as-fuck virgin doubts. Your everything belongs to me.”

She nods, biting her lip again as if she’s trying to trap her moan. Maybe she thinks moaning is too much of a betrayal to Paul. We’re too far gone for that now, too addicted to each other.

“How wet are you?” I ask.

“I feel really wet,” she moans, “but I don’t know.”

I smirk, walking around the side of the bed, sitting, and sliding closer to her. “Let me help.”

She smiles as I slide my hand up her leg. I can smell her from here, her tangy slit giving me all sorts of signals. Palming her pussy, I feel her slickness. “You feel ready,” I tell her. “Just don’t doubt it. Believe your tight, innocent body can take my dick. Believe it can take every inch.”

“Hmm-mm,” she moans. She has no idea how much harder she makes me each time she wriggles against the sheets, stares wide-eyed, or bites her lip. Each time, it makes me stiffer until I’mready to erupt at any moment, but I won’t until I’ve felt her creaming down on my dick.

“And take your top off,” I groan.

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