Page 106 of Baby Surprise for my Brother's Best Friend

His hands grip my thighs, eyes locked on mine like I’m the only thing he can see.

I ride him with purpose, chasing the pressure curling low in my stomach until it coils tight and bursts.

I cry out, trembling as my climax crashes through me, every nerve alight, every inch of me pulsing around him.

Just as my orgasm washes over me, he grabs my waist and flips us, pinning me beneath him with a growl.

“My turn.”

He presses the head of his cock to my entrance, easing in inch by inch, savoring the way my body stretches to take him.

His breath hitches, mine catches.

He begins to move, slow, deliberate thrusts that send shivers through me, each one deeper than the last. He grinds into me with unrelenting purpose, burying himself to the hilt, his hips angling just right to hit every tender spot inside me with precision and care.

I gasp as his head grinds against my g-spot, again and again, his hips rolling with control and precision.

My fingers clutch at his back, nails digging into his shoulders as I wrap my legs around him, pulling him closer, deeper.

The air is thick with heat, the rhythm between us building with every breathless moan and stuttered exhale.

He stays buried inside me, grinding just enough to drive me wild, his mouth brushing over my cheek, my jaw, my lips.

“Dolcezza,” he groans into my ear, like a prayer and a warning all at once.

“Yes?”

“I’m yours.”

His thrusts deepen, his control unraveling as he picks up the pace.

I meet each movement with a cry, my nails digging into his back as the tension coils again, hotter, tighter, more urgent than before.

“Come with me,” he grits out. “I want to feel you squeeze me when you lose it.”

“I’m close…fuck…I’m…”

Pleasure rips through me again, harder this time, raw and all-consuming. My body clenches around him, pulling him over the edge with me.

He buries himself deep, groaning my name as he fills me.

We collapse in a tangled, sweaty mess, limbs trembling, hearts pounding in sync.

He kisses me through the aftershocks, slow, soft, reverent.

And in that moment, there’s no question. No fear.

Only us.

After a few quiet minutes, Alessio gently pulls away, presses a kiss to my shoulder, and slips out of bed. "Be right back."

Water starts running in the bathroom, a towel drawer shuffles.

He returns with a warm, damp towel and the kind of tenderness in his eyes that makes my throat go tight.

He kneels beside me, cleaning me up with slow, careful movements. Then he disappears again, only to return with a glass of water.

He gives me a crooked smile. "Hydration. I hear it's important after mind-blowing sex."

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