My Brother's Best Man

“I never want to,” I whimper, releasing his cock for a moment. “Just you.”

“I mean it. Because – fuck – look at you. You’re so receptive, so soaked, so excited for me. If any other man saw you this way….”

He pauses, licking and kissing and sucking on my clit. I breathe heavily as his words combine with his movements, making me shudder against him.

“I couldn’t take it,” he finishes.

“I won’t,” I gasp. “I promise.”

“Then you better come for me again. I need that pussy even wetter. I need to fuck you before I end up accidentally exploding in your virgin mouth. Fuck, keep sucking, Becca. Now.”

I move my mouth to his cock again, parting my lips and bobbing my head up and down. I have to focus hard to keep going because his tongue gets so freaking fast.

It’s his words, too, bouncing around my mind, turning into physical sensations of pure heat and lust.

I’m his. Only his. Nobody else gets to see me this way. Or him this way.

His hands grip my ass again, sinking deeper with more possession. I shift against him as his tongue flickers up and down, painting my sex in heat as I’ve never felt, not even the first time he did this.

I keep trying to suck him, but the hammering of the orgasm distracts me.

My clit is in his mouth, and he’s sucking, applying so much pressure. I’m shaking and opening my mouth, screaming around his cock. He starts to move his hips, slipping his length in and out between my lips.

I keep rubbing his shaft as he pushes my ass cheeks together, burying his face in my sex, snarling as he licks and attacks my clit with his tongue.

The orgasm hits me harder and slams me right in the belly.

I have to let his cock go as the moans escape me, the orgasm making me shake so much.

He growls as though saying yes, giving my ass a light spank, more of a pleasure-infused tap that only adds to the euphoria.

We stay like that for what feels like minutes, hours, or days. Or years. As we rock in place, it could be anything, his hands taking complete possession of my ass, his mouth taking complete ownership of my pussy.

I gasp as it leaves me like I’m saying goodbye to the best feeling I’ve ever experienced.

“Fuck, you taste so fucking good,” Ben snarls. “Now roll over, Becca bee. I need to see you on your back, with those big juicy tits in your hands, ready for me to fuck you like the horny obedient virgin you are. Can you do that for me?”

His finger is toying with my pussy again, circling my entrance as though he can’t stop himself.

“Yes,” I say, even as my real answer screams unspoken inside.

I think so. I hope so.

I remember how big he felt in my mouth, like just a quarter of him was completely filling me up. And now I’ve got no freaking clue if I’ll be able to take him, all of him.

But my core is telling me yes, telling me to stop being so doubtful, screaming at me that I can do this.

Rolling over, I lie on my back, my sex feeling sticky and sore but in a good way. It’s like my body is telling me to chase more pleasure, to give myself to this man again.

But for real this time.

He looms over me, his chest muscles bulging, covered in a fine layer of sweat. I always knew Ben was going to be muscular, but it’s so different in real life, his body as rock-hard as his cock, his every sinew looking ready to erupt out of his tight skin.

He gazes into my eyes. His eyes fixate on me and me alone.

The corner of his lip twitches as he reaches down, his hand grazing my pussy.

“Are you ready, Becca bee?”