My Brother's Best Man

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“This place is great.”

Becca walks in front of me, looking around at the open-plan cabin. The surfaces are shiny and oak, the lights soft, dappling the rustic feel. The air is warm from where I switched on the heating beforehand, via an app on my phone, to clear the place of any chill.

Walking up behind Becca, I can’t help but stare at her round ass, the fabric of her pants hugging them. She looks over her shoulder, raising her eyebrow.

“Are you getting a good look there?”

“I didn’t want to do anything in the car,” I snarl. “But we’re not in the car anymore.”

She squeals and giggles when I dart forward, scooping her into my arms and cradling her to my chest.

Her instinct is to collapse against me, throwing her arms around me and laying her cheek against my chest.

She digs her fingernails in, clinging tightly.

“Remember, I’m a virgin,” she whimpers as I carry her into the lounge.

I place her on the massive couch, staring down. She gazes up at me with wide eyes; her cheeks are fiery red, her mouth partially open as though she is waiting to kiss and suck my throbbing, huge dick.

“I need to make you come,” I growl. “Ever since you went back to England, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. I need to taste that hot virgin pussy. Lie back, Becca. Now.”

She shivers as she does as she’s told, lying back on the ample cushions. I kneel and grab her waistband, pulling her pants down, her panties tangled up with them.

She makes that hot-as-fuck whimpering noise as I pull the bundle over her shoes.

Leaning back, I study her, my whole body pulsing. My cock is so hard, the end buzzing with the burning precome.

“Is it okay?” she whimpers. “Please, Ben.”

I stare at her hot pussy, her slit pink and willing and wet, her lips gorgeously engorged, her clit a needy nub demanding attention. Her thick thighs frame it all, looking like a feast to me, making it impossible to think about anything else.

There’s only her. My Becca.

“Your pussy is perfect. Fuck, look how wet you are. Your tight little slit is winking at me, Becca bee.”

She shifts her legs, rubbing against the couch like she can’t contain her excitement.

“You want it so fucking badly.”

“Yes,” she whimpers. “Ben…I’ve never done this before. I’ve never done anything before. I hope I’m doing it right.”

“You’ve never done…,” I swallow, a pulse moving through my cock, making me feel like I’m going to explode for a crazy second. “Anything?”

“No,” she whispers. “Tell me if I’m doing it wrong for you, okay?”

I grab her onto her thighs, leaning forward, letting her feel my breath moving over her young receptive pussy. She moans in pleasure and shivers against me.

“You could never do anything wrong,” I growl, greedily inhaling the tangy perfection of her pussy, her aroma adding to the hunger. “Not with that perfect little slit. Not when you’re so ready to get even juicier for me. You horny young thing.”

She starts to moan when I push my face forward, open my mouth and begin tasting as much as I can.

I push my upper lip against her clit, my lower against her pussy, hungrily licking everything in between.

Her juices seep over my tongue as I hold onto her legs, pulling her closer to me. She makes prey-like whining noises as I focus on her clit, licking faster, with more pressure, letting her feel just how sexy she really is.

“That’s it,” I growl. “Moan for me, Becca. Show me how badly you want to come. Are you close?”