Wrong to Love You (Strong Brothers 3)

She eagerly undid the belt buckle and button of my pants, reaching in, and gripping my dick through my boxer briefs.

A shock of electricity fired through me. “Fuck.”

She looked down at my dick, peeking over my underwear waistband. The hungry expression on her face, like she wanted to suck the life out of it, nearly made me come right then.

In a flurry of activity, we got naked and I pushed her back on the bed, crawling over her. I kissed her hard, and then I trailed my lips down her neck and sucked her other nipple.

“I want you,” she said, sounding as desperate as I felt. Her hips gyrated, seeking my dick.

“I have to taste you,” I murmured, ignoring my dick’s need to fulfill her request. I moved my lips down over her belly.

I pushed her thighs open and settled between them loving shimmer of desire on her auburn pussy curls. “You’re so fucking wet for me, Jess.”

“Make me come.”

“Oh, I will. Over and over.” I planned to make her come so much, she might have a hard time walking off the ship tomorrow. I knew I would.

I dipped my head, sucking her clit, making her scream out. Feeling more fucking masculine than I could remember feeling by her response, I sucked and licked and flicked her clit until I was writhing under my mouth.

Then I dragged my tongue through her folds, lapping at her pussy entrance, drunk on the sweet, intoxicating taste of her.

“Carter,” she whimpered.

“I’m going to make you come, Jess.”

“Yes.” Her fingers gripped my head, pushing me back to her pussy.

I pushed her thighs open wider so I could go in deeper. I thrust my tongue inside her, lapping at her sensitive walls. Her hips rocked, fucking my face, her breathing coming in loud gasps. She was nearly there.

I pinched her clit with my thumb and forefinger as I plunged my tongue inside her again.

“Yes!” she cried out and her body went taut, and then convulsed in waves. It was fucking magnificent made even better by the sweet juices filling my mouth.

Slowly I brought her down, but I was far from finished. I pushed her knees up and out opening her wider.

“More,” I said, and then I devoured her again, until she was screaming my name and her body was shuddering.

I could have gone all night like that, but my dick was getting impatient. Actually, it was worse than that. I was fucking mad to feel her sweet pussy around my dick.

“Fuck me, Carter,” she said, reaching for me.

I move up her body, kissing her hard yet still denying my dick. I rolled us both, until she was on top.

“You fuck me, Jess.” I wasn’t going to last long, but maybe if she was on top, she’d come again.

She rose up over me, and sank down on my dick.

“Fuuuuccckkkk!” I growled, gripping her hips and gritting my teeth to keep from releasing my load right then.

She started to rock, and I forced myself to watch her. Her tits swayed and I levered up to suck them. Her pussy squeezed my dick as I did, and I was forced to give up and flopped back.

“Fuck…I’m going to come.” I used my thumb to rub her clit, hoping against hope I could feel her come on me.

She moaned. “Yes…so good Carter.”

Her words gave me the hope that she was getting close, but I was closer. I gripped her hips, my own bucking up, again and again, as pressure coiled tighter and tighter. Jesus, why hadn’t I invited her to my room earlier in the week because already I knew I was going to have the orgasm to end all orgasms, and would want more beyond this one night.

Then I was there. Teetering on the brink of oblivion. She sank down, crying out, and her pussy clamped down on my dick like a vise.