My Brother's Best Man

CHAPTERTWENTY-TWO

Ben

I knew she was tight from when I feasted on her pussy with my tongue, from when I was pushing my fingers into her deep hot place. But now I realize just how tight she is.

The end of my cock is already on fire from her shy little mouth, from the way she gently took me in, then started getting into it, bobbing her head and stroking my shaft as I indulged in her slit.

She turns her face aside, biting down as I inch deeper into her. Her pussy feels so, so fucking good, squeezing me tight, her warm slit ready to take everything her man has to give.

“Me, only me,” I growl.

“Only you,” she whimpers, reaching up and clawing onto my chest. “Oh, freaking heck. You’re….”

“Does it hurt?” I grunt, praying she says no.

I don’t want to cause my woman pain. Even if I want to pound her like she deserves, hammer her young body so her perfect tits bounce up and down for me, that doesn’t mean I don’t want her to cream and scream for me.

In the best way, only ever that, always.

“No,” she whimpers. “It’s new. You’re huge.”

I push deeper, squeezing my hands into even tighter fists. I keep my arms extended so I can watch her, track every shiver through her body.

The deeper I get, the more her body shakes for me, her voluptuous breasts trembling. Her tits are fascinating to me, with gorgeous veins running through one, making her seem even more vivacious and ready to give our children milk.

“Grab those tits,” I snarl.

“Like this?” she moans, her hands covering her nipples, squeezing on them softly. “Ben?”

“That’s it,” I growl. “Keep doing it just like that.”

The base of my cock is boiling when I push all the way in. But mostly, it’s her making me crazy, my Becca bee, with the way she bravely takes my dick, squeezing her hands onto her big tits.

Her eyes widen once I’m buried all the way. She bites her bottom lip, staring at me, like she’s not sure her tight-as-fuck pussy can take it.

“You feel so good,” I tell her, voice shivering.

“My…my pussy?” she whimpers.

I grin. “You sound so cute and innocent when you say that.”

“Do you like it?” she moans, moving her hips just a little bit.

My brave woman is getting into it. I can feel the change in her pussy too, loosening just a little, but in the best way… in a way that tells me her young body is receptive, the same way she is with my fingers and my tongue.

She wants my cock. She needs it. As hungrily as I need her. Always.

“Yes,” I moan after a pause, feeling all the power drain from me.

My woman is in control with her body, with her tight pussy.

She can conquer me when nobody else can, ever. It’s only her.

“Say it again,” I snap, as we begin to move together, my dick slipping out of her soaked slit and then back in.

“Fuck my…my pussy, Ben,” she moans. “Fuck my horny wet pussy.”

“Oh my God.” I breathe huskily. “You’re driving me crazy. Can you take it?”