Accidentally Wild (The Wilder Brothers)

“Oh shit, Andrea. Are you going t—fuck!”

I swallowed him down without a second thought. The beautiful sugars coating his dick mixed with his precum, creating the most tantalizing taste on the tip of my tongue. His head fell back to the floor and his hands tried to wiggle away from mine, but I wouldn’t let him. I held on as hard as I could, pinning the behemoth underneath me. I slowly stroked his aching cock with my lips. I gathered the sprinkles and the juices on my tongue as I swirled it around the head of his girth. He throbbed against my teeth. I felt him touch the back of my throat time and time again. His legs shook, and his hands clamped down onto mine. I slid my tongue down to clean his balls of the mess I had created.

But when I wrapped my lips back around his dick, his hips thrusted into my face.

“That’s right. Andrea. Fuck, don’t stop.”

I hummed around him, feeling his body jump as a grin crossed my cheeks.

“Oh, shit,” he choked out.

I hummed again, feeling the way his thighs clamped down around my body between his legs. He thrusted into my face as I held his hands tightly and I lost myself in the sensations. I held my mouth open for me. I let him fuck me however he wanted. I felt his thickness pulsing and his precum gathering at the back of my throat and I knew he was close. His heels dug into the floor. His body started to break out in a sheen of sweat. I watched his muscles glisten for me as he groaned and grunted, and finally he freed a hand from him.

He gripped my hair and pulled me off his cock, then ripped me up his body to put his lips against mine.

His arms wrapped around me and he quickly sat us up. And in a flash, my body was lifted from the floor. He barreled us into the kitchen and settled me on the edge of the counter, our lips never leaving one another’s. I tasted the mixture of us on his lips. I felt him reach for something before a cold liquid drizzled itself onto my tits and I hissed as it touched my nipples.

Everett kissed down my neck, and I fluttered my eyes open just long enough to see the melted ice cream tip over on the counter.

“Oh shit,” I whispered.

“You have no idea how good you taste,” Everett murmured.

His lips wrapped around my nipples, his tongue lapping at the sugar covering my tits. I fisted his hair, drawing him closer as my body shook underneath his ministrations. He stroked my nipples to painful peaks. They engorged themselves onto his tongue. I scooted to the edge of the counter, desperate to get closer to him as he wrapped his arm around my lower back.

Then, without effort or notice, he guided his cock into my sopping wet entrance.

“Everett!”

“That’s right. Cry out for me, Andrea. Let me hear you.”

“Everett, please. I need you. Oh, hell.”

“I love it when you say my name. Don’t ever stop.”

“I won’t, Everett. I swear I won't.”

He set a feverish pace. My body jumped against his as he captured my nipples between his lips. I rolled my hips against him, feeling his thick dick plunge deeper and deeper into my body. My head fell back. His lips kissed up to my neck and nibbled on my pulse point. I felt alive. Loved. Electrified underneath the ministrations of his tongue. His hips snapped against mine and the sound filled the corners of my apartment. Skin slapping skin rang out in my ears as his cock dove in and out of my dripping wet pussy.

“Oh, Andrea. I love the way you make me feel.”

He buried his face into the crook of my neck and I clung to him as my heart called out for his own.

“Everett. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop,” I breathed.

“I won’t. I never will. I’m so close. Come with me, Andrea. Come around this cock.”

His hips slammed against mine and my body curled into his. I gripped into the pebbled muscles of his back as my body released, massaging his dick for all it had. I felt Everett’s hips stutter. I felt his cock thicken against my walls. He buried himself deep, allowing my pussy to pull him closer as he held me tight around my body.

And when he filled me with his hot spurts of come, I felt myself collapse against him.

I sat there, clinging to him for I didn’t know how long. My legs grew weak and my head spun while stars illuminated and clouded my vision. I gasped for air. I felt Everett’s hands plant themselves onto the kitchen counter so he could catch his breath. I ran my hand through his hair and kissed his shoulder, feeling our sweat intermingling together.

“I love you, Everett.”

I whispered those simple words against his skin, and his response was lifting me into the air. Carrying me to my bed. Laying me down softly before climbing in next to me. His response was to pull me close. To situate me in the crook of his arm while his eyes gazed down into mine.

“I love you too, Andrea.”