Page 38 of The Bad Brother

She’s not scared.

This woman is pissed.

And suddenly, in my head, sheisscreaming—but not because she’s afraid and not because I’m hurting her.

Because I’m fucking her.

Pounding her into the wall with my cock. Pumping myself into her so hard I can feel the building shake around us while she comes, her slick, quivering pussy clamped around me like a fist.

Shifting the wrists I have pinned above her head into a single grip, I slip my free hand around the back of her neck. Pressing my thumb under her chin, I angle her mouth under mine to trace the tip of my tongue along the curve of her lower lip, the skim of it pulling a soft mewling sound up the line of her throat. “There’s only one way I want to make you scream, Peach…” Stroking the rough pad of my thumb against the soft skin of her neck, I loosen the hold I have on her wrists, giving her a chance to fight me. Get away if she wants to.

She doesn’t move an inch.

She seems just as confused about it as I am.

Or she’s just very good at what she does.

Right now, I don’t give a fuck why she’s here or who sent her. If she’s really what she claims—someone who got cheated on by a man who said he loved her or if she’s my brother’s henchman, here to ruin my life. If it’s the latter, I’ve already lost.

Might as well lose big.

Pushing my leg even harder into the juncture of herthighs, I feel her gasp, the sharp breath of it skating across my mouth, stiffening my dick in an instant. “You bite me, I bite you back,” I whisper before giving her bottom lip a warning nip with my teeth that sends a shudder through her entire body and rocks her hips against the hard leg muscle I have pressed against her pussy. The sound she makes when her clit makes contact with my thigh chases away what little common sense I have left. “Did that feel good, Peach?”

Panting softly, my question stains her cheeks and I’m sure she’s going to lie. Tell me no. To let her go. Get away from her. Part of me wishes she would because that’s the only way to stop what happens next.

Licking her lips, I feel the brush of her tongue against my lower lip and it takes everything I have to stifle the groan rumbling in my chest when she nods and whispers, “Yes.”

Gaze pinned to hers, I tighten the clamp of my fingers around her throat, just enough to widen her gaze. “Then do it again.” When she hesitates, I reposition my leg. Thigh still pressed firmly against her pussy, I shift the angle of it, giving her hips free rein. “It’s okay, Peach. I won’t tell anyone… it’ll be our little secret.”

Bottom lip caught between her teeth, those wide, dark eyes still pinned to mine, she hesitates—but just for a moment before she flexes her hips, giving me another soft whimper when her clit makes contact with the rough fabric of my jeans.

Fuck me.

“Don’t stop.” Before she can answer me, I lick my way past her lips on a low, guttural groan, fuckingher mouth with my tongue, sucking and swirling. Nipping and biting while she fucks my leg, rocking her hips against my thigh, each graze of it against her clit pushing moans and whimpers from her mouth to mine, every roll and flex of them pushing her closer and closer to release.

Dragging my mouth away from hers so I can hear every sound she makes, I nip and lick my way along the tight cords of her neck until my mouth is pressed against her ear. “Look at yourself…” I growl it, my hand tightening around her throat. “So desperate to come, you’re rubbing your pussy on my leg.”

“Yes...” She moans it, lashes fluttering against flushed cheeks, hips bucking and pumping hard and fast against the press of my thigh, the wet spot on my jeans growing wider and wider with every pass. “Please…”

I close my eyes and let myself see it. My pants yanked down around my hips. Her legs wrapped around them while I fuck and pound myself into her slick, swollen pussy. “Keep fucking me...” I grit it out through clenched teeth, every whimper and moan she makes tightening and shaking against the base of my spine. “Fuck—I need you to come for me.”

Hand dropping away from her throat, I push it under her sweatshirt, suddenly so fucking desperate to touch her, my hands are shaking. Hand closing over her breast, I give it a rough squeeze when she arches her back, pushing herself into my palm with a desperate whimper that snaps the last of my self-control. “As soon as you’re finished coming on my leg, you’re going to do it again on my cock.” Rolling her stiff, swollen nipple between my fingers, I give it a hard pinch thatrips a sharp, quivering gasp, up the tight line of her throat.

“Jensen…” She moans my name, hips bucking wildly as she starts to come for me, shuddering and shaking against me so hard it feels like she’s breaking apart inside her own skin.“Ohmygod…”

Releasing her wrists, I fist my hands in the hem of her sweatshirt, yanking it up and over her head to cast it aside while her hands claw desperately at the front of my jeans. Finally ripping them open on a frustrated huff, she has them jerked down around my hips before I can push her hands away. If I let her touch me right now, I’m liable to come all over us both.

Easing the pressure of my thigh from between the juncture of hers, I slide my hand into its place. Her panties are soaked, pussy swollen and still contracting from the orgasm she just had.

“So ready for my cock,” I say in a tight, desperate tone I barely recognize as my own while I hook my fingers into the elastic edge of her panties and drag it to the side so I can rub the tip of my cock against her clit before slowly guiding it down the seam of her slit, teasing us both. “Your pussy wants to be filled so fucking bad, doesn’t it, Peach?”

“Yes…” Arms wrapped around my neck, she tilts her pelvis to rub her slick entrance against the head of my cock. “Please, I?—”

I slam myself into her on a vicious growl, a deep, hard thrust that sinks her nails into the back of my neck and nearly blinds me. Buried so deep inside her, I can barely breathe, I slide my hands under her ass and lift, the groan I’ve been fighting finally breaking free when she wraps herlegs around my waist. Even though I have every intention of fucking her, right where we are, I surprise the shit out of myself by turning to carry her through the open door of the loft toward the first solid, stable surface I can find.

Setting her on the edge of the dining room table, I pull my shirt off and toss it aside. Loving the feel of her hard nipples brushing against my skin, I lean into her to swipe the box full of clothes and toiletries she has piled on top of it onto the floor. Still buried inside her, I push my hands into her long, dark hair, wrapping my fingers in the strands of it to pull her head back so I can see her face. “I haven’t been with anyone since she left.” Before either of us can start to think about what I said and why, I begin to move, rolling my hips away from hers, pulling out almost completely so I can watch the way her mouth parts on a soft moan when my cock slides back into her tight, greedy pussy.

“Fuuuck…” Hips pumping against hers, I untangle one of my hands to skim it down the length of her spine. Fingers gripped around her hip, I pound myself into her on a hard, steady rhythm that neither of us can withstand for long.

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