The Better Brother

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he told me as he climbed onto the bed, now fully naked.

“Prove it,” I teased.

Michael released an animalistic growl and lifted me upward. He settled me on his lap, rubbing my dripping wet pussy against his cock. I moaned as he pressed against my sensitive clit, making me shudder with need.

My dress was hoisted up around my hips, but that wasn’t enough for Michael. He quickly unzipped the back and then lifted the material over my head. Our bare skin finally touched, and it felt like fire licked against my skin.

When he slid inside me, I bucked my hips forward and moaned desperately. Michael rocked his hips upward, slamming into me with a reckless abandon I’d never felt before. I didn’t know if it was the alcohol or just the anticipation of having to wait all night to be alone. Whatever it was, we were both so desperate for each other that we could barely think.

Michael fucked me hard, thrusting his hips upward while I rode his cock. I threw my head back and gave him access to my tits, so that he could bite and lick my nipples. I let my body take control, seeking out another release.

“Fuck me, Michael!” I screamed. “Fuck me!”

“Jesus Christ.” Michael groaned. “Holy shit, Julie.”

When I came for the second time, my pussy clamped around his cock and made my entire body shake violently. Michael still wasn’t finished with me, and already, the pleasure reached down to my toes.

I held onto him tightly, riding out the orgasm while he continued to take me harder and harder.

“Oh my god,” I whimpered. “Holy shit.”

“Shower?” Michael whispered in my ear.

I nodded, but couldn’t speak. My entire body was trembling with pleasure. My head was still spinning from the alcohol. Michael lifted me to my feet, and we hurried toward the bathroom, both laughing as we ran.

Michael’s hands never left my body. He slapped my ass and groped my tits, caressed my skin and growled in my ear. When he reached around me to turn on the shower, his lips grazed mine, and I shivered again.

I grabbed him around the neck and kissed him hard. He held onto me for a second, his lips lashing against mine until his cock became needier than he could control.

“Come here,” he said roughly.

He whipped me around and pressed my tits and stomach against the bathroom wall. His fingers slid around my waist, flirting with my clit while he pushed his cock into me from behind.

“Oh fuck!” I screamed out.

Michael rocked his hips forward and bit my shoulder. I cried out his name and pressed my ass back against him while the shower water warmed up.

After he pulled me into the shower, he lifted me into the air and lowered me onto his dick. I held tightly to the shower wall while he bounced me up and down.

I came for a third time, then a fourth. I don’t know how long Michael and I spent changing positions that night, but by the time Michael finished once, my entire body was weak with exhaustion. And yet, I never wanted him to stop. I could have stayed in that shower riding his dick all night long.

“That was…” Michael began as we dried off and slowly made our way to the bed.

I collapsed backward onto the pillows, Michael climbing up beside me. We each reache

d for each other at the same time. Michael pulled me to him. I cradled my head against his chest, and he traced his fingertips over my still-trembling skin.

“You’re amazing,” I whispered.

“You bring it out in me,” Michael said, speaking just as softly.

All the animal need from earlier seemed to vanish as we held each other. Suddenly, it wasn’t just about sex. It wasn’t just about seeking pleasure. It was more than that. It was deeper.

Michael kissed the top of my head and played with my hair while my eyes fluttered closed. I fell asleep to the sound of his steady breathing and, when we woke the next morning, his grip on me was even tighter than before.

CHAPTER 16

Michael