Page 57 of Baby Surprise for my Brother's Best Friend

He leans forward to kiss me while angling hips toward my aching core.

His cock slides into my wet pussy in one smooth stroke.

I gasp, my body arching into his.

He's big, bigger than I remembered, and he fills me completely until I can’t think.

I’m overwhelmed by every inch of him, the heat of his skin, the hardness of his cock. His control as he starts to move, his hips thrusting against mine.

I clutch his shoulders, anchoring myself as he moves, and the world falls away.

Our bodies move together in sync, each movement deep and deliberate.

He holds eye contact the entire time, almost daring me to look away. As if he’s searching for something in me.

And maybe I’m searching, too.

Because this doesn’t feel like just sex. It feels like a question we’re both too scared to ask.

He moves like he’s memorizing me. Like every stroke is an apology, a promise, a plea not to push him away.

And I feel it in every thrust.

He curls his hand around the back of my neck, pulling my mouth to his as we climb together, tension coiling tighter and tighter, growing and waiting to crash over us in waves.

The pressure builds quickly, but I don’t want to hold back. I want to shatter with him.

“Open your eyes,dolcezza. I want to see you fall apart.”

I do.

He reaches below, his fingers finding my clit. He rubs it, circling, pressing, teasing.

I gasp, my body arching into his.

The pleasure is intense, and my orgasm builds, the tension coiling tighter and tighter in my belly.

He kisses my neck, his teeth nipping at my skin.

He bites down, his teeth sinking into my flesh, and I gasp, the pain mixing with the pleasure.

His desperation, his need, as he fucks me harder, faster, his hips colliding against mine is a living, breathing thing.

I come, my body shaking, my pussy clenching around his cock.

He growls, a deep, primal sound, as he comes too, his cock pulsing inside me.

He buries his face in my neck as he releases, his entire body shuddering.

We stay tangled for what feels like forever, breathless and silent in the dark.

Then he lifts his head and kisses me, soft, slow, grateful.

And when he finally pulls me close and whispers, “You wreck me, Soph,” I believe him.

Because he’s wrecked me too.

The room is quiet now. Too quiet.

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