Page 87 of Baby Surprise for my Brother's Best Friend

I gasp, my pussy stretching, welcoming, shattering all at once.

And fuck, he's so thick for me.

“God, you feel good,” he groans, voice thick.

He thrusts slow, shallow at first, each roll of his hips deliberate. Possessive.

And the fact that he’s only fucking me with half his length is killing me.

"You're teasing me."

"Patience,dolcezza. I want you to beg for every inch."

I brace myself against the wall as he eases in a little more.

The water cascades over us, the beads dripping off my breasts.

I lean my forehead against the cool tile, moaning his name like a confession.

"More." My voice is rough with need. "Please, give me more."

The ridges of his fat cock, the thick veins pulsate with every stroke.

His thrusts are faster, but he's holding back.

Bastard.

“Harder, please. Don’t hold back.”

"Fuck it." His voice comes out labored as he's done torturing both of us.

"I'm going to fuck you like my dirty little slut," he growls.

His rhythm pounds into me, strong and raw. His hand grips my waist while the other pulls back on my hair.

My hands slip on the tile, nails scraping, legs shaking as pleasure builds at a terrifying pace.

The angle, the rhythm, the tension between us, it all fuses into something feral and soul deep.

The slapping of water and flesh fills the room.

His thrusts are no longer measured or controlled. They're purely animalistic. Raw.

He slaps my ass, and I feel the sting on my bare skin.

But I welcome the pain and pleasure he offers.

He's so deep into me as I coat him with my arousal.

“Come for me, Soph,” he growls into my neck, teeth grazing my shoulder.

"I need you to come on my fucking cock, like the dirty little slut are."

I should be insulted, but to my surprise, I'm not. It’s the opposite, it absolutely turns me on.

That I can give him this pleasure. That I can make him lose control.

I reach my climax, my body surrendering to pleasure, losing all self-control.

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