Page 70 of My Brother's Best Men
His cock presses against my heated core and I let out a moan without thinking about it as I see him smile out of my periphery.
“You going to tell me you don’t want me now, kitten?” He runs his nose up my neck, his lips ghosting my skin. My entire body shivers.
“Benny…”
“That’s it, princess. Say my fucking name.” His lips latch onto a spot on my neck and my insides flush with heat. “You know how fucking crazy you make me?” he purrs, pressing his cock against my cheeks. “How hard it is to resist you now that I know what you taste like, what you feel like around my fingers…”
He nudges my legs open and I don’t stop him. I close my eyes and my body goes limp in his hold.
“All I can think about is what you’d feel like wrapped around my cock. And you tell me it was a mistake, and then you let Matthew taste this pretty pussy, you let him make you come, and then you kiss Eli…”
His cockhead presses against my sex and I realize that if I don’t put a stop to this, hewillfuck me. Right here, like this.
Just like I always imagined.
“You’ve been a bad girl, Sophie. So fucking bad,” he breathes, kissing my neck. “And bad girls need to be punished.”
I push back on him, trying to take more of him. I know this is going to come back and bite me in the ass quite literally, but…I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want this.
That I didn’t wanthimtoo.
“Then punish me already,” I say. “Or are you all talk and no action?”
He growls and a moment later I feel him slide into me. Hard. I gasp as he grabs my hair, pulling me back to look at him, and for a moment, he doesn’t move. We stare at each other until all that can be heard is our breathing.
“You don’t tell me what to do,” he hisses, his lips hovering over mine.
I push back against him, needing more. My insides throb from the stretch because he’s big. Bigger than any other cock I’ve had. Definitely bigger than Keaton, that’s for sure.
“I make the rules,” he says, but his voice shakes. He’s losing control.
Or maybe he never had it to begin with.
I shift forward slightly, his cock dragging through me. He catches my movement, pulling back slowly. So slowly that I can feel every movement, slick and precise. He stops at the tip, hispiercing tickling the edge of my sensitive pussy. I feel the shiver all throughout my body as he does so.
“You come when I say you do,” he says, thrusting back into me in one hard push.
I cry out because it feels so good. It hurts, but it also feels amazing. I’ve never had anyone like Benny before, and I don’t think I’ll ever have anyone quite like Benny again.
He’s in a class all his own.
“I’m not b-begging any m-man to let me come.”
“We’ll see about that, princess.”
He crushes his mouth to mine and starts to move. But it’s not as fast or as hard as I expect. Like I always imagined being fucked by Benny would be. And I imagined it so many times…came to the thought, the idea, thefantasyof him ravaging me…
Instead, he fucks me slowly. Agonizingly slowly. He draws out his motions, causing me to feel every drag of his thick cock through my quivering folds before he slowly pushes inside of me, stretching me.
My legs shake because when he enters me, I feel him in my entire being. His cock is thick and the sensation of him filling me, his piercing dragging along my skin, is making me see stars behind my eyes. He thrusts into me a little deeper each time, taking his time. My orgasm swirls inside me like a hurricane, culminating on the edge of reason. My eyes fall shut as the ecstasy approaches without mercy.
Long, torturous thrusts drive me over the edge and then he stops. My pussy aches, clenching tightly as I try to push back, but he vacates me. There’s a pause, moments of silence before hedrives back into me again, fucking me nice and slow against the wall in a soothing rhythm until I get so close to the edge, I know I’m going to topple over and drown in the pleasure…
And then he just…stops. Pulling out of me again, leaving my insides aching, and I growl in frustration. My orgasm recedes, and I whine.
“No…no…please…” My head falls against the wall as sweat beads on my brow and my insides pulse, aching, needing release that continues to slip through the cracks.
“Say this pussy is mine and I’ll let you come,” he says. “Or you can tell me just how Matthew made you come with his tongue, andmaybeI’ll let you come.”
