Page 73 of Baby Surprise for my Brother's Best Friend

She whimpers, her body teetering on the edge, strung tight.

I’m about to release…

She suddenly slips from my grip, panting, legs shaking. Her hand moves between us, fingers curling around my cock, still slick and throbbing...

“What the fuck…” I rasp, stunned, as she pulls the condom off my cock.

But she’s not done.

Her hand wraps around me, slick and sure, and she starts stroking, fast and hard.

I hiss through my teeth, hips jerking as she pumps me with ruthless precision.

Her fingers twist at the head, dragging my release to the edge with a tight grip that leaves me gasping.

“You were so close,” she purrs, lips brushing my ear. “Let me finish you off.”

“Fuck…Sophie…”

I brace myself against the wall behind her, knees nearly buckling.

My cock throbs in her grip, every nerve lit up, balls tightening as the orgasm barrels through me.

“Come for me, Alessio.”

And I do.

With a ragged groan, I explode in her hand, thick, hot spurts shooting out, coating her fingers, her wrist, splattering acrossthe change room mirror and wall. The first pulse hits with a violent jolt, and she keeps stroking through it, milking every drop with wicked glee, watching me unravel in front of her like she owns me.

And fuck if maybe she doesn’t.

“Jesus Christ,” I growl, breath hitching, body shuddering as the last of it drips from the tip.

She lets go with a little smirk, lifting her sticky hand and licking one glistening finger clean, eyes locked on mine the entire time.

“You made a mess.” Her voice is sweet, smug, savage.

And before I can speak, she tugs her panties back up, slips into her blazer, and tosses me a wad of tissues.

She adjusts her lipstick like nothing just happened. “I’ll be at the counter. Try not to take too long.”

She disappears with the click of her heels, leaving me wrecked, dripping, and utterly at her mercy in a changing room that smells like sex and sin.

And fuck if I don’t already crave more.

Her laughter echoes off the walls like a taunt.

I shake my head, a slow grin curling across my lips as I start to clean up the mess she made of me.

Sophie Henderson has always been full of surprises.

But this? This is something else entirely.

As I adjust my clothes and try to catch my breath, one thought sticks in my mind. What other wicked, little tricks does she have up her sleeve?

To catch up with her, I step out of the boutique into the kind of night that makes you forget the city ever buzzed.

The air wraps around us like silk, cool and hushed, as if the world itself is holding its breath.

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