Page 105 of Baby Surprise for my Brother's Best Friend

His mouth finds my neck, my shoulder, and the top of my breast, until I’m arching beneath him, breath catching as his hands grip my hips.

My shirt and joins his on the floor. Then his mouth is on my chest, slow, open-mouthed kisses that make my thighs clench.

One hand slips between my legs, moving my panties to the side.

His fingers brush against my clit in gentle circles. The sensation coils low in my belly, making my breath hitch.

I open for him instinctively, moaning as he slides two fingers inside me, slow and deliberate.

He pumps them gently, curling just right, his thumb still circling my clit until I’m gasping, my hips moving against his hand.

He lingers there, lavishing each breast with attention.

His tongue circles one nipple, teasing, before he takes it into his mouth and sucks, slow and deep.

I gasp, my fingers threading through his hair as he switches to the other, licking, flicking, sucking until I'm squirming beneath him, heat pooling low in my belly.

I flip us over, straddling him with a grin, my hair falling like a curtain around us. I lower myself against his stomach, trailing kisses down his chest, until I reach the waistband of his boxers.

When I slide them down, his hardened length springing free, and I take him in my hands, both of them, stroking slowly, deliberately.

He's hard, heavy, and pulsing with need.

“You’ve been dying for this, haven’t you?” I lick a slow line up his shaft, trailing a bead of my spit over his cock to ease the glide.

When I tighten my grip, he lets out a guttural groan, his head falling back into the pillow, eyes burning into mine.

I drag my thumb over the tip where precum gathers, then trace the underside of his head, right where I know he’s most sensitive.

He twitches in my grip, a curse slipping past his lips.

I toy with him, watching his face twist with pleasure, his muscles tensing beneath me.

“Tell me how you like it,” I whisper.

“Just like that,dolcezza.Fuck, you make me crazy.”

When he starts to throb in my grip, I rise and peel my panties off, tossing them aside. I straddle him again, my hand guiding him to my entrance.

“Let me ride you,” I whisper.

He groans, hands sliding up my thighs as I slowly sink down on him, inch by inch, deliberately slow.

I lower my hips into him, until I'm buried to the hilt. I savor the stretch, the fullness, the way his eyes burn into mine like I’ve just stolen the last of his breath.

“Jesus, woman. You feel so fucking good.”

I roll my hips in lazy, grinding circles, watching his eyes darken with every movement.

“Look at you,” he says, voice hoarse. “Riding my cock like it’s yours.”

“Itismine.” I grind down harder.

He groans, hips bucking beneath me.

I set the rhythm, slow, deep thrusts that make both of us gasp.

His hands slide up to cup my breasts, thumbs teasing my nipples as I ride him, chasing the coil inside me.

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