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“Fuck, Chiara.”
I groan, dragging my lips over her clit, sucking it into my mouth until her entire body jolts.
She wraps her fingers in my hair, pulling me closer, forcing me to remain against her like she needs me there, like she can’t bear the thought of losing contact for even a second.
My tongue circles her clit again, then I slide two fingers inside her wetness, curling them until I find that perfect spot which makes her gasp.
“There it is.” I murmur against her skin, teasing her with my breath. “Give it to me, darling. Let me taste you as you come.”
She clamps her thighs around my head, and then she falls apart.
Her back arches as a beautiful moan spills from her throat.
I hold her down, my fingers thrusting slow and deep as my tongue works her through it, and I don’t let her go until she’s coated my mouth and my chin, and until she’s dripping down onto my fingers.
When I finally do lift my head, I find that her scent is everywhere, and her taste is smeared all across my face.
I don’t bother wiping it away.
I want Chiara to see it; to see herself on me, to see her marking me in the same way that we mark her.
And as I drag my eyes up her body, my breath catches in my throat.
Because Chiara is no longer just lying beside Mikhail—no.
Her soft, trembling hands are working to open his jeans, tugging them down slowly.
Her cheeks are still flushed, and her breathing is still uneven, but there’s a hunger in her eyes that makes my cock throb all over again.
She’s learning.
She’s becoming bolder.
She’s becoming ours.
My brother groans above her, his head falling back as her small hand wraps around his cock, stroking him slow and uncertainly, but eagerly too.
“That’s it, beauty.” Mikhail murmurs, his voice rough and low, but full of praise all at the same time. “Just like that.”
Chiara looks up at him with wide, trusting eyes, and it’s enough to make me want to climb up and claim her mouth right there and then.
But I can’t move.
I’m rooted in my place, caught somewhere between pride and primal jealousy at the sight of her touching him like that, leaning in closer as her lips parts open, and her tongue flicks out to taste him.
“Fuck!” He hisses between his teeth, his hand sliding into her hair to guide her closer. “So. Goddamn. Perfect.”
She’s still so shy, still so hesitant, but she’s so fucking eager to please.
Her tongue swirls over the head of my brother’s cock, her lips parting wider as she takes him deeper into her mouth.
My own cock throbs at the sight of them together like that; this sweet, innocent girl whose lips are stretched around my brother’s cock, her taste still smeared on my face.
Mikhail tugs her upward, his mouth crashing down onto hers as they kiss.
Messy.
Breathless.