Page 170 of Baby Surprise for my Brother's Best Friend

"Fuck, baby," I cry.

He flips me onto my back and slides his cock between my breasts, slick with sweat and my come.

“Hold them together,” he pants.

I do. And watch his face twist in pleasure as he thrusts between them, cock swollen and leaking at the tip.

I stick my tongue out to meet the tip of his head, once he reaches the peak at every stroke.

When he groans my name and spills across my chest, I feel drunk on him.

We’re panting, tangled, wrecked.

He leans down, kisses me slow, and I taste myself on his tongue.

Then I wrap my lips around him while his cum trails off my chest.

I take him into my mouth again, soft, sensitive, twitching with aftershocks. My tongue fluttering on the underside of his cock.

He shudders, hands fisting in my hair, voice breaking as he whispers, “You’re going to kill me.”

I smile up at him.

“Not yet.”

But Alessio isn’t finished, not until I’m completely undone.

And his cock is already oh so very hard in my mouth again.

My lips release the hold I have on him, sounding with a pop.

He gently lays me back, then shifts my legs to the side and crosses them at the ankles, propping them high on his chest. The new angle makes everything feel tighter, deeper, more intense.

He lines up his cock between my thighs, eyes locked on mine, and pushes into my soaking core with a groan.

He rocks into me slow at first. “Fuck, Soph. You feel so good like this. So. Fucking. Tight.”

My breath catches, hands scrabbling for grip against his thighs.

The stretch. The pressure. The way his hips grind into mine, it’s too much and not enough all at once.

“Look at me,” he growls, thrusting deeper. “Look at me while you’re coming on my cock. Let me feel how much you love it when I’m fucking you senseless.”

His filthy words push me over the edge. I cry out, thighs quaking, clenching around him as the orgasm tears through me.

“Alessio, oh my God…”

He groans, slamming into me over and over, in and out.

My pussy feels blissfully raw as his dick hammers and spears through me.

Once the waves of pleasure wash over me, he spills inside me, clutching me tight as if he could fuse us together.

We both lie there afterward, trembling, breathless, utterly wrecked, as we both come down from our marathon of pleasure.

When I finally manage to speak, I laugh through the haze. “God, I forgot how good that feels.”

It’s a breathless, full-body surrender that leaves me clinging to him, laughing between gasps.

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