Page 79 of The Bad Brother

I thrust my hips into my grip, working my cock in my fist on another groan because I can feel her gaze on me. Watching me fuck myself in front of her. “I came back for you. I wanted…” Another stroke, this one tightening against the base of my spine. “I needed to see you and there you were…” Fuck. Squeezing my eyes shut, I tell myself to stop but I can’t. I can’t stop. I don’t want to. “Asleep on the couch, in my T-shirt and nothing else. I could see your pussy. My cum covering your thighs… still dripping from your?—”

Suddenly, Sloane moves toward me.

Over me.

Wrapping her slim, cool fingers around my wrist to pull my hand away from my cock so she can replace it with her mouth.

“Fuck.” Barking it out on a rough shout, I push my hands into her hair, wrapping and tangling my fingers around its strands so I can hold her head in place while I fuck her throat, every hard, deep thrust I give her followed by a choking moan, the vibrations of it spiraling up thelength of my shaft and rolling my eyes into the back of my head while she sucks, swirling her tongue around it’s engorged head. Her fingers gripping my thighs. Nails raking across my skin with every hard thrust of my hips. Not fighting me. Urging me on. Begging for more. Begging forme. Only me.

This is it.

Exactly what I wanted.

Exactly the way I dreamed.

And suddenly, it’s not enough.

ONE SECOND, I’M HAVING WHAT CAN ONLYbe described as an out of body experience, reveling—no matter how wrong it might be—in the fact that Jensen was so insane with jealousy that he demanded my panties and put me on my knees before fucking my throat so hard it hurt.

The next, the rough hands wrapped in my hair, holding me in place to take every brutal thrust, pull my head out of his lap, his hard cock jerked out of my mouth with a softpop,a second before I find myself straddling him, our faces suddenly inches apart. Both of us breathing like we’ve been running for our lives.

“What—” Dizzy and disoriented, I’m suddenly sure that I did something wrong. That I’m as horrible at this as Ethan said. “Did I?—”

One of the hands wrapped in my hair loosens. Slides down the back of my neck to circle it. The hand around mythroat gives me a gentle squeeze while its thumb strokes the column of it, from chin to clavicle, easing the ache he hammered into it with his cock. “Shhh…”

“Did I do it wrong?” I want to listen. I want to but I can’t. “I can try again. I can be better. Just?—”

Jensen’s entire body goes stiff.

“Is that what he told you?” I can feel his gaze burning into mine, the shadows of it pinning me in place. “Is that the pathetic excuse he gave you for being such a worthless piece of shit? He blamed it on you?”

I nod, too ashamed of myself to say it out loud.

A soft, angry curse brushes across my mouth while the hand in my hair loosens itself. “He’s wrong.” Jensen leans into me, closing the space between us to whisper it against my mouth while the hand in my hair slides down the back of my neck. “You’re perfect, Sloane...” The hand on the back of my neck slips between my shoulders while the one wrapped around it angles my jaw to catch the press of his mouth. “Everything about you…” The hand between my shoulder blades finds the tongue of my zipper, pulling it down slowly while his mouth skims and grazes across my flushed cheek. My temple. The pulse skipping against the side of my neck. “The way your throat took my cock…” He sweeps his thumb down the length of my neck, pressing against the base of it. “How much you loved choking on it.” Like he’s reliving it, Jensen groans softly against the side of my neck. “The way your perfect pussy is dripping all over my cock, right now…” Dress open to my waist, Jensen finds the closure of my bra and unhooks it. “I got hard this morning, watching you put on lipstick…” Fitting both hands into the opening of my dress, he pulls it down slowly, peelingit off my shoulders while he runs his tongue over every inch of skin that’s revealed. “All I could think about was what it would look like, smeared all over my cock.”

“Makes me wish I freshened it before I left the hospital,” I say on a soft gasp when I feel his tongue tracing along the swell of my breast.

Laughing softly, he pulls my dress the rest of the way down. “See what I mean?” Finding my bras straps he tugs them off my shoulders, baring me completely. “Fucking perfect.” Dipping his head, Jensen circles the stiff peak of my nipple with his tongue before drawing it into his mouth, sucking it so hard I can feel the pull of it, throbbing against my swollen clit.

“Jensen…” His cock jerks against the seam of my bare pussy beneath my skirt when I moan his name. Pushing my hands into his hair, I let out another gasp when he bites my nipple, the pressure of it rocking my hips forward to drag my pussy along the length of his shaft.

“Fuuuck…” Lifting his head, Jensen groans it softly against the side of my neck before falling back against the couch to look up at me. “I wish you would’ve said goodbye before you left.”

“Why?” Rocking my hips again, I have to bite my lower lip to keep from crying out when the base of his cock grazes against my clit.

“Because I would’ve fucked you, Peach.” Reaching up, he closes rough hands over my breasts. Lifting his hips, he presses his cock against my eager slit, urging me to do it again. “Lifted this pretty, designer dress of yours and filled you so full of cum it would’ve soaked through your panties…” Callused fingers tease my nipples while he watches me rub myself against his cock, stroking the stiff length of it with my desperate pussy. “Imagine being in that place, surrounded by all those judgmental assholes, with my cum dripping from this dirty little pussy of yours.”

Yes.

“Take it off…” I roll my hips again, lifting my hands pressed against his pecs, fingers digging into the ink tattooed into his skin. The hands fondling my breasts grip harder on a groan, teasing and stroking my nipples. “My dress. Please?—”

“Sorry, Peach, but we’re ruining this fuckin’ dress—” He drops his hands and flexes his hips to meet mine while he finishes taking off his jeans, pushing them down his legs before kicking them to the side. As soon as they’re gone, he cups my breasts again. “and I’m gonna ruin you in it.”

Yes.

Suddenly desperate, I reach a hand under my skirt and wrap it around his cock. Gripping it while the fingers fondling my nipples reach up to wrap around my throat, with another groan, I stand it up, letting out a soft, needy mewl that tightens Jensen’s grip when I feel the head of his engorged cock skim the slick seam of my pussy. Angling my hips, barely getting into the right position, I slam them down, impaling myself on his cock on a low moan of relief.

Just as suddenly, I’m on my back, Jensen looming over me, one hand braced on the arm of the couch above my head, the other gripping my hip while his cock pumps, fast and hard, between my thighs. “If you wanted to be fucked, Peach.” He lowers himself just enough to growl it in my ear, each guttural word punctuated by a deep, brutal thrust. “All you had to do was say so.”

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