Page 43 of Crushing On My Brothers BFF

The anxiety in my woman’s voice jolts me from the image, her scent and warmth returning me to the present moment. “Better than okay,” I groan, licking her clit again, moving my fingers, teasing her deep inside.

Soon, her hips are moving like they’re in overdrive. I open my mouth and suck on her clit, pressing my tongue against it firmly, driven by the way she moans. It’s like she’s never felt anything like this. She’s losing more and more control with each moment.

No, notlikethat. She’s never done this before. I finger her virgin hole faster.

“Your walls are pulsing,” I growl. “You’re close. I can feel it.”

“Y-y-y…” She can’t even sayyes. There’s too much lust pumping through her.

“You don’t need to say it. I can feel your body getting ready. Soak my fucking mouth with your cream. I need to taste you.”

I rub her bud and press my mouth against her, tonguing her, needing to get as intimate as possible. She has to know that she belongs to me, nobody else.Nobody fucking else. She’s mine, and she’ll take my tongue, my fingers, my dick, takeeverything.

She moans like it’s a song when I tongue her deep, rubbing her clit fast at the same time. Her taste gets even more intense. Before I gave in to these desires, I never knew a taste could do that. She’s bucking against me, grinding her pussy against my face.

“And now what? Are you going to fuck her?”

I cringe, hating that Paul is trying to ruin this moment, hating myself for thinking that her big brother could ruinanythingwhen I’m the douchebag here.

Finally, she falls over the edge and collapses back on the couch, panting.

“Is it always that intense?” she pants with a dreamy note in her voice.

There’s that word again—intense. It applies to everything with us, especially the idea of keeping this up and ending it, too.

“With us, it will be,” I growl.

She leans forward and looks up at me, mouth slightly open. “What do I do?” she whispers.

“You get your pussy ready for?—”

She shakes her head slowly. “I don’t think… not until Paul knows.”

“Don’t bullshit me,” I snap, probably getting way angrier because of the mention of Paul’s name. It’s yet another reminder of how many shades of twisted this is. “That’s an excuse.”

She bites down and averts her gaze, basically telling me I’m right. I kneel down, knowingI’mwrong in so many ways. But this woman has nothing to do with that stupid crush video. She’s completely separate. I’m not even thinking of her as Paul’s sister—justmySophie.

Sliding my hand up her thigh, I rub the heel of my palm against her clit, teasing her with the pleasure. She starts rocking against me but then reaches down and grabs my wrist with both hands, glaring at me. “You’re not making this very easy. I can’t just… Wecan’t, okay?”

“You’re nervous. You’ve never done it before. I get that, but your body wants this.Youwant this.”

“My body andmeare the same thing,” she says sassily.

“Okay, then all of you, your beauty, your confidence, your shyness, your curves, your big perfect tits, your soaked hole… You want my dick. You need it as badly as I need to feel you wrapped around me.”

“We can’t just… What about Paul, huh?” She covers her tits with her hands. “Excuse or not, can we really cross this line?”

“She’s got a point there, Kaleb,”Paul says, but it’s a kid version of him now, the Paul who saved my ass countless times when we were teenagers.“Just because it’s an excuse doesn’t mean she’s lying.”

I remove my hand from her and turn away with an effort. “We’ve crossed too many already. We both know that.”

“So what’s one more? Is that it?”

“If you’re too nervous to give me that pussy, you need to tell me before I lose control and fuck you hard.”

She moans, staring up at me. “What, even if I’m not ready?”

I stare down at her, letting her see the seriousness in my eyes and feel my heat. “I’ll take you into the bedroom and bend you over, push your face into the pillows, then spank your big ass. I’ll drive into you from behind?—”

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