Page 99 of Broken Brothers

Finally, with my teeth, I took her panties off. I just let her wetness breath for a few seconds. She shivered as if waiting for me to go down there, but I honestly just sat at the edge of the bedfor what felt like a dozen seconds. I was in no rush to get Claire off, most especially when me not doing anything was exactly what got Claire off.

Sensing I was approaching the point where doing nothing would go from unsolicited shaking to genuine impatience, I brushed my body on hers, taking care not to touch her there but ensuring she knew I was everywhere else. I leaned forward and kissed her, pressing my groin into hers. She wriggled with anticipation as she all but jammed her hips into mine. Heavens, did she want this bad. And boy was I going to give it to her.

I stepped back, again letting the space between us serve as the catalyst for pushing her further. Instead of warming her up with my fingers, though, I went straight to my mouth, pressing my head in between her legs and licking her like the sweetest ice cream in the world.

That first gasp, that first moment when my tongue reached her clit, was so sharp that I almost got taken out of the moment, thinking that it was too much for her. It was sharp, loud, and followed by a tightening of her legs around my head.

But she recovered quickly, and I never fell out of my role as her Master. She was mine, and it was time for the master to show her how things got done.

For the next several minutes, I perfected the art of getting her right… close… up… near… orgasm but never quite allowing her to go over the edge. Several times, she cursed my name.

I just laughed. She wouldn’t be cursing my name when I finally decided she had had enough. She would be craving my presence and begging me to never leave when I did that.

After about the fifth time of pushing her to the edge, sure that any further would frustrate her and cause her to lose her patience, I took off my pants, my rock hard cock ready to blow, put on a condom, and got inside her.

She was so tight I saw no way I would last more than a couple of minutes. The warmth and tightness was about as much as I could have ever asked for. I had provided her the perfect oral sex, and now she was providing me the perfect pussy. I had given, and now I would take.

Hovering over her, my weight nearly all on her, I thrusted as I felt her tighten around me. I wasn’t waiting for her to get near the edge, at least not for the purposes of teasing her again. I was going for that special, elusive mutual orgasm. If we didn’t both climax at the same time, well, I guess we’d have to do it all over again.

Claire’s arms forgot that she was to remain tied down, because they strained so much they looked like they would pop at any second. The thought she would destroy her shirts came to mind, but I didn’t care, I’d buy her new ones for all I could care.

Then I felt it.

The absolute rock hard stiffness that happened just seconds before climax.

And I felt her clit pulsating in the way that it did just seconds before her own orgasm.

It was going to happen. I lost all conscious thought. I just acted as the king of the jungle that I was, lording over my queen beneath me.

Our gasps, our cries, and our movements moved as one, the kind of thing that had never happened before for me. It was literally a perfect union in which everything we did was synchronized.

And when I finished, when I slowly came to, when I finished gasping, I did the same thing I had done at the start, and yet it felt so much more tender.

I kissed her.

“Oh, my God, Chance,” she said, barely breathing.

I pulled out with a groan, tossed the condom in the trash can, and then went to untie her. When I had her arms free and her eyes seeing, I just admired what I had done.

You’re getting wrapped up in it again, buddy.

She smiled at me.

“That was fucking great,” she said. “Oh my God. I don’t know what you did or what made you that way, but goddamn, Chance. That was magical.”

That snapped me out of my post-coitus daze, drawing a laugh as I tossed a shirt back at her.

“What are you, twelve?”

I don’t know why the word did this.

But when I said twelve, I was reminded of the fact that Sarah Hill had come back into my life.

I was reminded of the fact that Edwin Hunt had declared war on me and Morgan.

And I was reminded of the fear that Edwin, knowing our connection to Claire, had begun spreading false propaganda to spell the end of our business via the collapse of the startups we had invested in.

“I don’t know, but I feel better than when I went to Disney at that age,” she said sheepishly as she rolled off the bed.