My Brother's Best Man

CHAPTERTWENTY-ONE

Becca

I wonder if I ever should’ve suggested this as I climb atop him. We’re facing opposite directions so that his face will be near my sex and mine will be near his throbbing manhood.

It feels like I might be squashing him, but the second I’m in position he growls and squeezes my ass.

I gasp and fall back, then let out a cry as his tongue grazes along my pussy.

“I can’t take it slow,” he snarls. “I need to fucking eat your pussy, your lips, your clit. I need to make you come again, make you even more slippery.”

“You’re so big,” I whisper, grabbing onto his shaft.

He groans and his tongue moves faster against my clit, as though my pleasure is driving him to give me more. My belly warbles, my pussy aching, my lips pulsing as I struggle to contain my lust.

His cock feels massive in my hand. As I stroke precome from his tip to his base, I’m stunned by how much of him there is. It’s not just the length, but the thickness, the general weight of his huge cock.

“Should I suck it?” I whisper.

His voice is breathy as he leans away from my sex. My clit cries out, eager for him to return, for his tongue and lips.

“Yes,” he growls.

“I won’t be very good.”

“Anything you do is more than good enough. Anything you do is perfect. Do it, Becca.”

I keep rubbing him, but now I bring my mouth to his tip. It feels like I have to open my mouth crazily wide, but when I bring my lips down to his tip, the effort feels worth it.

He groans in a way I’ve never heard before, even last night when I was pumping him with my hand.

It’s like he can’t quite believe how good it feels.

It’s like I’m giving him as much pleasure as he’s given me.

The anxiety tries to stop me, thoughts about when this huge cock isn’t in my mouth. It will be pushed against my pussy instead, his massive helm throbbing, ready to split me open in a way I’m not sure I can handle.

I open my mouth wider, bobbing my head up and down, finding it difficult to keep my teeth away because he doesn’t stop licking me.

He opens his mouth wide. At least it feels that way, his tongue darting all over, my clit and my lips and my pussy, everything feeling tingly and close to bursting point.

“Am I…,” I cut off with a gasp, my clit pulsing, another orgasm feeling like it might come crashing through. “Doing it…right…right…oh….”

“Yes,” he snarls, his hot breath whooshing against my pussy, making it all tickly. “Keep going. Fuck. Your virgin mouth feels so good.”

His words spur me on, a shiver of something like pride moving through me.

I’m making my crush so freaking excited. I’m pleasing my man as only I can.

I think about what he said, his words about claiming me, about how I’m his.

He groans as I push my mouth a little lower, my hand always moving around his base. I move in the same rhythm as him, stroking my hand faster as his tongue goes into overdrive.

His hands sink into my ass, massaging it possessively as he pushes with more pressure against my sex. I pulse against him, the movement naturally making my mouth go lower.

“Oh, fuck,” he groans. “You’re such a perfect dick sucker, Becca bee, but just for me. You never touch another man this way. You understand me?”

His hands squeeze my ass hard, stinging with a kiss of pleasure, his touch letting me know how powerful he is.