Page 4 of Kissing My Brother's Best Friend

“What?”

“I’m not going to be able to hold back much longer if we keep doing this.”

She bites her lip, tilting her head to the side so I can plant love bites on the side of her throat. She’s already hot and needy when I cup her pussy through her jeans, and all I’ve done is kiss her.

Her hands push up under my shirt, fingers trailing over my skin, desperate. My muscles tense under her touch, a groan slipping from my throat as I claim her mouth again. I’ve stroked myself so many times thinking about exactly this situation.

“Raise your hips up,” I bite out the words as my mouth moves down her gorgeous neck.

“W-what?”

“So I can get these fucking jeans off you.”

She does as I tell her, and I undo her jeans quickly, sliding them down her long legs to the floor. As soon as they’re off, I push her legs open and slide my hand into her white lace panties.

"You’re already soaked for me, aren’t you?”

The small, desperate sound she makes is answer enough.

I brush my finger over her swollen clit, and she cries out. I silence her with my mouth on hers, not wanting to be interrupted as I continue to touch and stroke her. She moves restlessly against me, reaching forward and pulling at the button of my jeans. I give her what she wants, stepping back and removing them and my boxer briefs in one fell swoop. My cock pops out, hard as steel, and Anna’s mouth falls open.

I can’t help but feel a little smug. She likes what she sees.

I cup her breasts, running circles over her nipples, still hidden under the fabric of her shirt, making her squirm. I want to see her tits so fucking bad, but I know our time in this bathroom is painfully limited.

"Liam, please."

"Please, what?" My voice is rough. "Tell me what you need."

"I need you to fuck me."

Christ, it’s a struggle not to come right now before I’ve even started fucking her. "We can wait. Find a bed. A carpeted floor.” Waiting once we’ve come this far might kill me, but I have to give her the choice.

Her answer is simple. "No."

"You deserve better."

"Then give me better later," she huffs. A woman after my own heart. "Please, Liam. I'm burning alive here."

That’s all the convincing I need. I pull off her panties and toss them on top of my discarded jeans. I grab her knees, spreading her legs, and can barely breathe. She’s so fucking perfect, her pussy ready for me, even if her expression is concerned.

“It’ll fit, right?”

I laugh. “Fuck yes, it will. I’ll make it good, Anna. I swear.”

This is my Anna. I've known her for almost ten years. She’s my best friend’s sister, and I've loved her from afar for all those years. And now she's here, kissing me, and I’m about to fuck her in a bathroom at a frat party. Am I dreaming?

"Are you sure?" I ask one more time, needing to know this is what she wants.

"I'm sure."

I curse under my breath, fisting my cock in my hand and lining it up with her entrance. Anna watches as I push inside her, her pupils blown from lust, fascinated, and panting with need as I fill her.

"Fuck, you're tight," I hiss, bracing myself with one hand on the bathroom counter. "Tell me if you need a second."

"It's okay," she whispers back, her voice unsteady. “It feels really, really good.”

I kiss her again, and it’s enough to distract her just a little, so the tension in her body eases. Soon enough, she melts into pure pleasure, and once I’m all the way inside, I let out a low groan. Her pussy is hot and fits me like a glove.

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