Page 56 of Pucking Off-Sides With My Brother's Best Friend

“Shut up and fuck me.” I don’t want to be logical right now.

Honestly, I don’t want to think about anything other than this dick exploding in me while I come uncontrollably.

I need to be reckless for once instead of always doing what’s expected of me all the time.

“Fuck” Aiden’s eyes grow dark, and his hands grip me tight, bucking me in a rhythm that has my body buzzing.

It’s easy to get lost in the moment and to think that Aiden’s intense stare and tight grip mean more than just sex.

The way he touches me, looks at me - it’s almost like he’s feeling this jumble of emotions too. I know it’s risky to hope for more, but with him so close, I can’t help but wonder if his heart’s racing for the same reasons mine is.

His hips snap upward, and I can’t hold back the cry that tears from my throat. The room fills with the sounds of our passion, my gasps and moans echoing off the walls. Aiden’s thick cock presses deeper, impossibly deep, filling every inch of me. And I swear I can feel him in my chest, my throat, everywhere.

I welcome the challenge, riding him with a newfound determination. Like a cowgirl on a mechanical bull, I use every ounce of strength I have, rolling my hips and grinding down on him.

Each movement sends shockwaves through my body, and I’m lost in the sensation. It’s too much and not enough at the same time, and I never want it to end.

The mix of pleasure and that delicious edge of pain has me squealing, a sound I didn’t even know I could make.

“Just keep making those noises, princess, and I’ll fuck you every way you want me to.”

Something in those words force me to cry out.

“I want this. I want you to fill every inch of me with your big pulsating cock,” I hear myself say, my voice husky and unfamiliar. “Do you want me to come, baby? I’m all yours, Aiden.” I moan, swirling my hips as I rub my clit with my free hand.

I don’t know where this dirty talk is coming from, but it’s like someone else has taken over my body. The words spill out, making me blush even as they send shivers down my spine. Each word makes my insides clench, a mix of embarrassment and raw desire. I need to know I make him feel as hungry for this as I am. This newfound boldness is intoxicating, pushing me further than I’ve ever gone before.

In a moment of pure instinct, my fingers find their way interlacing his hair, gripping tightly. I pull him to me, closing the last bit of space between us. Our lips collide in a kiss that’s equal parts hunger and need. It’s wild, and the wildness is ours.

Raw, unpolished, and absolutely electrifying.

Time stands still, and I wish this moment could stretch on forever. It’s messy, perfect, and I never want it to end. Aiden grabs the front of my neck as he bucks his hips roughly, pulling me close, his breath hot against my ear.

“This sweet pussy is mine…it’s always been mine,” he growls.

My eyes go wide before rolling back as the thrill of his words encapsulate me.

The couch creaks and moans along with us as we race to our finish, edging along in ecstasy. Chills cascade over my limbs, and I can’t form a coherent sentence as he drives his hips to meet mine,

“Aiden I…I’m—“

I’m so close, teetering on the edge of bliss, when—

“What the fuck?!”

Jax’s voice cuts through the haze of pleasure like a knife. I yelp, jolting upright. Aiden’s fingers dig into my hips, and I can’t help the moan that escapes. Oh god, he’s still deep inside me when my eyes lock with Jax’s over Aiden’s shoulder. Jax’sgym bag hits the floor with a thud that seems to echo through the suddenly silent room.

We’re frozen, a deer-in-headlights moment that stretches on forever. Me, straddling Aiden. Aiden, half-naked beneath me. Jax, his expression frozen in wide-eyed horror.

My brain’s on overdrive, but all I can think is, at least I kept my bra on. As if that makes this any less mortifying.

“Jax,” Aiden croaks out as he turns to look at him

And just like that, the spell breaks. Jax’s face does this weird dance - eyes bugging out, mouth opening and closing like agoldfish. He shakes his head like he’s trying to Etch-a-Sketch the image away.

Then he’s gone, the door slamming behind him hard enough to rattle walls.

The bang hangs in the air, leaving us in a weirdly charged.

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