Page 20 of Sold to My Ex's Brother
A slight fullness to her face, her belly rising a little higher than I remember it. I know it’s been a while since I last saw her, and herbody might have changed since then, her system a little different than it was before, but this...
And then, she rakes her fingers through my hair and pulls me starkly back into the moment, and I remember the task at hand.
I slip my hands beneath her thighs and spread her legs, looking down to admire her perfect pussy for the first time, and let out a long groan of appreciation when I see it laid out below me.
Topped with a smattering of dark hair on her mound, I can already see that her lips are glistening with wetness, her hips shifting this way and that as she waits for me to give her what she needs so badly. And I have no intention of making her hold out any longer. Draping her legs over my shoulders, I pull her towards me, and, at last, plant my mouth to her pussy.
The sound she makes when she feels my tongue against her, fuck, it makes all the stress and tension and anger feel worth it. I swipe my tongue along the outside of her full, slick lips, finding my way to her clit, which is nestled at the point where the crest of her lips meet.
I look up at her again as I draw her clit between my lips, her brows digging together as her body registers the sheer depth of pleasure that I’m sending through her body. I grasp her a little tighter, letting my fingers dig into her ass as I draw her even further on to me, and I gauge the pressure she seems to want from the sound of her moans and whimpers of pleasure.
“Oh, fuck,” she groans, her nails in my hair again, her hips rising to meet me now, over and over again.
I reach down to adjust my cock, knowing that it won’t be long till I’m buried inside her, and flick my tongue with a little morepurpose against her sweet pussy, letting her juices coat my mouth.
I want to bathe myself in the scent of her, I want to show her that she has nothing to worry about when it comes to me—that, as hard as it might be to believe, all I care about is making her feel good, in whatever way I’m able.
Soon, I can feel her thighs starting to tense on either side of me, and I withdraw a hand from her butt to slip it between her lips, coaxing her open for me so I can feel her from the inside out.
She gasps as I apply a little more pressure to her clit, stroking her pussy gently with my fingers, and I’m sure that she’s not going to wait much longer till she gives me what I need...
And, just as though it crossed her mind at the same moment it crossed mine, I feel her give in—the sudden shudder of her body around mine, her back arching from the bed as her hands claw for the covers.
She’s panting now, throaty sounds emerging from her as she reaches her release, and I don’t break my tongue from her pussy for an instant. I can feel her slit flexing around my fingers, squeezing and clamping down on me as the intensity of her orgasm takes complete control of her.
Fuck, I can already imagine how good she’ll feel wrapped around my cock, coming so hard she can’t see straight...
Finally, she pushes my head back from her pussy and reaches down to draw me up on top of her.
I’m more than willing to take this to the next level, my cock almost aching beneath my pants as I wait for her to plead with me for more. I know what she wants, it’s the same thing I cravewith just as much certainty, but I will not give it to her until I hear the words cross her lips.
She kisses me, almost frantic, her wetness smearing over her own mouth till she’s marked with her own delicious musk...
“Anton,” she gasps. “I...”
But before she can finish what she’s saying, a deafening sound erupts from somewhere deep in the house. I spring back from her, heart dropping, head whipping around.What the fuck is...?
“What was that?” she asks, her body still shaky from the orgasm I just gave her. I strain my ears; over the ringing, I can make out voices, chaos outside this door, and the distant smell of acrid smoke.
“Get dressed,” I order her. “We’re leaving. Now.”
And, before she can think any further on it, I toss her clothes at her and head to the door. I don’t know what is going on out there, but I would bet good money that it has something to do with her—and that my brother, no matter what, refuses to let me get way with her that easily.
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MAYA
I hurryto throw my clothes on, trying not to pay attention to how hard my hands are shaking, or the choking smell of smoke that is already drifting into the room.
Anton is already at the door, which he has propped slightly open, peering along the corridor. I sneak up to his side, trying to get a look at what has him so distracted—and I gasp in horror when I see what’s waiting on the other side.
Fire.
Flames have consumed the door at the end of the corridor, and I can hear yelling and screaming just beyond it, along with thepop pop popof what sounds like gunshots.
What the hell is going on? Who is doing this? Why are they coming now?
And what chance do I stand of making it out of here in one piece?
