Page 49 of My Brother's Best Men
I stop my movements and she growls in frustration. “Don’t stop,” she mewls. “Please.”
I know I have her exactly where I want her.
At my mercy.
In all my fantasies, I always imagined she’d be different. Not as demanding.
But the real thing is so much better. Seeing her all worked up and desperate…it echoes my own feelings, and I love it.
“Say the words and I’ll let you come, princess,” I taunt her as I resume my slow pumps into her pussy.
Sophie’s breaths come in labored and heavy as her fingers flick my ring and I wince. It feels good, but it also hurts a little.
I smile, because that’s Sophie. Sweet and sour all in one bite.
She sucks in a breath as she pumps my cock, slathering precum along my shaft as I continue to leak like a damn faucet. I don’t think I’ve ever gotten this wet for anyone before, and the fact is not lost on me.
“I want to come,” she mewls. “Please, Benny, let me come…”
That does it.
I can’t hold back my own orgasm as I come hard and fast in her hand and she kisses me. I curl my fingers and use my thumb to stroke her clit, and she comes immediately, just like I knew she would.
Her mouth hungrily assaults mine as we come undone together. Her juices drip down my hand, down my wrist as I continue to spurt into her hand. When she breaks away, I remove my hand, my gaze holding hers as I bring my fingers to my lips and lick them clean, tasting her arousal on my tongue.
Fuck, she’s sweet. Like sugar and cream. Perfect.
“Mmm,” I murmur. “Better than I imagined.”
Sophie swallows as her cheeks flush and she lets my softening cock go. When she brings her hand up, it’s shaking andfullof my cum. Spilling through her fingers, down her wrist. Her eyes meet mine, and she draws one finger into her mouth, her irises blazing with heat.
She closes her eyes and sucks my cum off her finger, making a show of it. Her tongue wraps around it and she moans, and my semi-hard cock jumps in agreement, but I don’t have anymore in me.
I feel lightheaded, like I could truly pass out. I grab her hand, pull her finger out of her mouth, and kiss her. Hard. Her hand rests on my shirt, smearing my cum all over it, but I don’t care. I can still taste her onmytongue, and I can taste myself on hers, and it’s a heady flavor, the both of us together.
“Mine,” I mutter in her mouth as I pull her into my arms. Her pussy rubs against my cock as I lose myself in her kiss. In the feelof her body against mine. When we break apart, she curls close to my chest and I let the exhaustion take hold and I pray that I never wake up.
Because I know without a doubt that nothing will ever be the same, now that I’ve tasted Sophie Martin.
Now that she’smine.
10
SOPHIE
I groanas my eyes flutter open, the heat enveloping me making me sweat. My head is splitting, and I immediately regret the last round of shots. I try to move, but there’s a heavy weight holding me down.
I move my hand and realize I’m being held. The tattooed hand over my belly makes me tense as it tightens its grip. And then the memories of last night come crawling back with a vengeance and I yelp, pushing the hand away.
“Oh my God!” I say as Benny grumbles behind me, and then I realize I feel something hard and wet poking myass.
My very bare ass.
“What are you bitching about?” he grumbles, and I scramble to the other side of the bed.
He opens his eyes, and when he sees me, they widen. “Soph? Are you okay? Are?—”
I point to his cock, which is fully on display, hanging out of his damn pants.
