Crushing On My Brothers BFF Read Online Flora Ferrari

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Insta-Love Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
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I was right. Her body does want this. Her walls quiver for me as soon as I gently thrust both my fingers inside her. “You can feel your pussy opening,” I say passionately. “When I slide my dick into you, it’ll be just like that. You’ll feel the tip first. Then your sweet honey pot will open for me. You’ll take just past the tip, inch by inch until I’m buried deep.”

Slowly, I pump my fingers even deeper inside of her. She whimpers as I hold myself there, buried right in her perfect pussy. “That’s it. Move your hips in time with me. Imagine you’re caressing my cock when you go up and down.”

“Like this?” she moans, shifting her hips in time with my finger.

I stare, totally captivated by the way she moves. It’s like she’s grinding up and down my cock, like she’s coaxing every last drop of seed from my dick. She gasps when I lean forward and stroke my tongue across her clit.

“Perfect,” I moan. “Everything about you is just so damn perfect. Keep riding my fingers. Get yourself ready for what we’re going to do. Together.”

She rocks her hips just like I’ve told her, making my dick ache with even more hunger. There’s a fresh sense of urgency just thinking about her doing this, moving so sexily but up and down my shaft. Her virgin slit⁠—

“What about me, bro?” Suddenly, Paul is in my mind.

I lean away from her instinctually. It’s like he’s in the room, a witness to this, the last thing that should be happening. I should end this right here.

“Are you okay?”

The anxiety in my woman’s voice jolts me from the image, her scent and warmth returning me to the present moment. “Better than okay,” I groan, licking her clit again, moving my fingers, teasing her deep inside.

Soon, her hips are moving like they’re in overdrive. I open my mouth and suck on her clit, pressing my tongue against it firmly, driven by the way she moans. It’s like she’s never felt anything like this. She’s losing more and more control with each moment.

No, not like that. She’s never done this before. I finger her virgin hole faster.

“Your walls are pulsing,” I growl. “You’re close. I can feel it.”

“Y-y-y…” She can’t even say yes. There’s too much lust pumping through her.

“You don’t need to say it. I can feel your body getting ready. Soak my fucking mouth with your cream. I need to taste you.”

I rub her bud and press my mouth against her, tonguing her, needing to get as intimate as possible. She has to know that she belongs to me, nobody else. Nobody fucking else. She’s mine, and she’ll take my tongue, my fingers, my dick, take everything.

She moans like it’s a song when I tongue her deep, rubbing her clit fast at the same time. Her taste gets even more intense. Before I gave in to these desires, I never knew a taste could do that. She’s bucking against me, grinding her pussy against my face.

“And now what? Are you going to fuck her?”

I cringe, hating that Paul is trying to ruin this moment, hating myself for thinking that her big brother could ruin anything when I’m the douchebag here.

Finally, she falls over the edge and collapses back on the couch, panting.

“Is it always that intense?” she pants with a dreamy note in her voice.

There’s that word again—intense. It applies to everything with us, especially the idea of keeping this up and ending it, too.

“With us, it will be,” I growl.

She leans forward and looks up at me, mouth slightly open. “What do I do?” she whispers.

“You get your pussy ready for⁠—”

She shakes her head slowly. “I don’t think… not until Paul knows.”

“Don’t bullshit me,” I snap, probably getting way angrier because of the mention of Paul’s name. It’s yet another reminder of how many shades of twisted this is. “That’s an excuse.”

She bites down and averts her gaze, basically telling me I’m right. I kneel down, knowing I’m wrong in so many ways. But this woman has nothing to do with that stupid crush video. She’s completely separate. I’m not even thinking of her as Paul’s sister—just my Sophie.

Sliding my hand up her thigh, I rub the heel of my palm against her clit, teasing her with the pleasure. She starts rocking against me but then reaches down and grabs my wrist with both hands, glaring at me. “You’re not making this very easy. I can’t just… We can’t, okay?”

“You’re nervous. You’ve never done it before. I get that, but your body wants this. You want this.”

“My body and me are the same thing,” she says sassily.

“Okay, then all of you, your beauty, your confidence, your shyness, your curves, your big perfect tits, your soaked hole… You want my dick. You need it as badly as I need to feel you wrapped around me.”


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