Page 51 of Pucking Off-Sides With My Brother's Best Friend

Aiden’s words are like a roadmap to every turn-on I’ve ever had, and by the time the first devastating lick to my cunt comes, I’m almost vibrating out of my skin. “I knew you’d taste this sweet. Every part of you is perfect.”

I grip the sheets beneath me as Aiden’s hands wrap around my thighs, holding them open so he’s free to feast.

His tongue lays siege to my pussy, lapping at the walls —carving a space inside of me that begs to be acknowledged while rubbing perfectly against my clit.

Syrupy pulses of pleasure crash over me, and I throw a leg over his shoulder, holding him in place as I feel my orgasm building, tickling at my senses and begging to be scratched.

“Fuck, I think I’m going to come,” I gasp, shooting a hand out and gripping the top of Aiden’s head. I don’t want him moving, not until the hunger in me has been extinguished.

Then again, when it comes to him, I don’t think it’s possible to ever truly be full. “Don’t stop.”

Whatever he says then is lost in my cunt, the vibrations lifting me up even more. I can’t stop myself from grabbing his head and bucking my hips. I grind my wanting cunt against Aiden’s face, riding each pleasurable wave until they’re coming in such a pattern that it seems damn near constant.

When I come, it’s with a loud moan as my body tenses against the bed. “Fuck,” I gasp as I open my eyes and stare at the ceiling.

My body jerks with aftershocks as I slide down from my high. My body feels heavy and relaxed, and when I lift my head, Aiden is standing at the edge of the bed, watching me, his eyes still hungry for more. I smirk, “See something you like?”

His reaction to my body gives me all the confidence to pull my leg up to rest my foot on the bed. There’s a slight chill in the air without him covering me, but I want to entice him into continuing.

“Yes,” Aiden replies simply as he lifts his hands to his waistband. I watch, enamored, as he slowly pulls his zipper down and pops the button. He’s wearing boxers underneath, but even the loose fabric can’t hide the raging hard-on he’s sporting.

His dick stands straight out, straining the fabric, and my fingers twitch with the desire to close around it and feel its girth. Before I can second-guess things, I twist, reaching for his side table to see if he has a condom.

The bed dipping is my first clue that Aiden has gone from watching to fully participating again, but it’s the hand on my back that flattens me against the bed that has me outright moaning. I manage to get the drawer open, but more of his weight settles over me before I can reach inside. It’s nice to feel enveloped, and my breath hitches when his cock slides over my back.

Aiden reaches into the open drawer and pulls out a condom. He doesn’t bother closing it before he moves away. I look over my shoulder in time to see him rip it open and slide it over his dick. The head is thick and straining. When he sees me looking, he gives me a sharp-looking smile.

“See something you like?” He asks, echoing my words. Rather than answer, I bite my lip and hike my hips up until I settle on my knees.

“Yes.” My voice is breathy with the force of my arousal. I want to be fucked until I can’t stand it any longer, and I know that Aiden will give me exactly that. “I need you inside me I whine.”

A hand comes down on the flesh of my ass. It’s heavy and sends sparks of pleasure dancing up my spine. I don’t have a pain kink, but I do like it a little rougher.

“Come on, what? Use your words, princess, and tell me what you want. I might just give it to you.”

I narrow my eyes before deciding to play his game. When I play, I play to win too. Not stopping to think about it, I spread my knees wider and arch my back until I know he can see my glistening folds wet with my slippery juices and his saliva.

I raise my arms over my head to rest my tits on the bed. I don’t know exactly what I look like, but whatever it is, clearly Aiden likes it.

“You’re a beautiful fucking woman, and I’m going to ruin you for anyone else.”

His words should have been a threat, but they feel more like a promise, and I shiver when he grips my hips. A sharp pull almost unbalances me, but I recover as soon as I feel the blunt tip of Aiden’s dick rub against my cunt. “You think you can wave this gorgeous fucking pussy at me, and I’m just gonna sit here and ignore it?” I shake my head, definitely not wanting that.

“Don’t ignore me, Aiden. Fuck me.”

He’s silent for a moment, and I wonder if he’s having second thoughts when a sudden thrust has him damn near buried to the hilt inside of me.

I wail, unabashed, as I let my body adjust to the shape of him. His thrusts are steady but hard until his hips clap mine, sending waves of sound into the room.

I want to clamp my lips together, but I can’t stop my mouth from releasing the noises of pleasure.

“There you go, baby,” Aiden croons, voice going deceptively soft. “Tell me how much you like it. I want the whole damn neighborhood to hear just how good you fucking feel.”

It’s like his words pull something out of me. The volume of my moans shoots up until they’re damn near constant. A particularly well-placed thrust has me crashing against the bed, and I cry out when the motion dislodges Aiden from my cunt. My breaths come out in pants, but before I can move, strong arms wrap around my waist and my shoulders, pulling me up. I open my mouth to say something, but all that leaves is a loud cry as Aiden’s cock breaches me again.

“Oh fuck, Aiden. I can feel you so deep.” My words are coming without my consent, but they’re true. It’s like he’s remaking me from the inside. When fingers dig into my shoulder, I hiccup around a breath. Lips attach themselves to the side of my neck, tongue pressing and teeth softly biting. I know I might have a bruise there, and as unprofessional as it is, I want it. I want to be able to press a hand on it in the morning and feel the pain that marks its existence.

“Harder. Please.”

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