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He asks but doesn’t wait for my answer because he’s already headed down, settling between my thighs, ripping the strings from my bikini bottom as he goes. His teeth drag across my inner thigh, nipping, teasing as he goes. Then he grips my thighs, spreading them further.

I shudder when his warm tongue makes contact with my already aching center.

He licks my pussy, taking his time teasing me all the way from the back to the front, sucking hard when he reaches my clit, my back arches as a loud moan slips from my lips.

He continues teasing and sucking my clit into his mouth, then slowly taking the flat of his warm wet tongue and gliding it up and down. Taking his time to work up my orgasm.

The best kind of torture.

The best kind of pleasure.

I suddenly need more and press into him, grinding onto his sinful face, taking anything I want from him, and he gives it willingly. He knows I’m getting close because he slides his fingers inside me, curling them and rubbing my sweet spot over and over .

He fills me up with his fingers, so fucking good, until I can no longer hold on, and my body starts to tremble.

I’m on the edge of a cliff, about to fall into the sweetest abyss I’ve ever known. His moans push me further.

“Oh my… fuck, Jay,” I say through ragged breaths. Gripping his short hair with both hands, I pull his face harder into me, clamping down on his fingers. My orgasm takes over, ripping through my entire body.

I grind on his face and fingers until he’s milked the last of my juices from my body, and my breathing slows. I miss his warmth as soon as he lifts his head, cold taking over where the heat of his tongue once was.

He climbs up over my body, his muscles rippling as he moves, caging me in.

His gaze is dark and intense as he stares into my eyes.

I pant uneven breaths, anticipating his next move.

Then he dips his head, his lips crashing into mine.

He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth, teasing me, and then his tongue tangles with mine, sending desire straight to my core.

It's messy, but that's the best kind.

He settles on both elbows, hovering over me. His fingers are a tangled mess in my hair when he pulls back, whispering his words against my lips.

“Your pussy is fucking sweet as honey… You taste how sweet you are?” He nips my lower lip once more. “You make my dick so fucking ha rd, Baby.”

I reach down between us, finding him hard and straining beneath his shorts when I palm him through the fabric.

What the fuck? He feels huge.

I guess he has all the proof he needs to back up his cocky ways.

“You don’t have to do anything, Ellie,” he murmurs in a strained voice, but it's so sinfully sweet.

He's giving me an out, but I don’t want to be good.

I stare directly into his gorgeous eyes, “I want to… so take your damn shorts off.”

He smirks in appreciation, then shifts, bracing himself with one arm while sliding his shorts down his muscular thighs, kicking them off to the floor.

I watch him in anticipation as his swollen dick springs free, bobbing, standing thick and heavy.

Clearly ready for me with a silky glaze leaking from his tip.

“Fuck. I’m so glad you want to… because I’m fucking hurting.”

He rolls off me, breathing in ragged breaths, and lies back against the headboard. He fists his thick, dripping length, stroking slowly with his eyes locked onto mine. Then he reaches out for me, begging without words.

I don’t hesitate; I climb over him and straddle his muscular legs. My trembling fingers trail up his thighs as I move in closer .

His breathing picks up when I finally wrap my fingers around him. “Now, wrap those sexy fucking lips around my cock. Take it all the way in, Baby.”

He's fucking big—bigger than anyone else I’ve been with, but I don't hold back. It only makes me want him more.

I meet his gaze before I lean in, teasing him.

I lick the tip, tasting the saltiness of his arousal.

He jerks and hisses in response. Taking my time, I swirl my tongue around his smooth, swollen head.

Continuing, I lick him up and down, gliding my tongue over every ridge of his length, savoring his taste.

A deep groan vibrates through his chest. He's desperate.

Then his large hands fist my hair, “Put me in your fucking mouth, Ellie… I’m about to explode.”

The hunger in his voice fuels my desire.

His hands guide me, pushing me as I slowly slide my lips over him, taking him into my mouth, and going down, sliding him deep into my throat.

I feel my throat stretching to accommodate his size.

Even with him hitting the back of my throat, I still can't manage to take him all.

So, I tightly grip his thick base with my hand, stroking him in rhythm with my mouth, over and over.

Faster and deeper .

Until I feel him start twitching in my mouth. And I know he’s right there on the edge, about to release his salty cum for me to taste.

His grip on my hair tightens, and he starts to pull, “Ellie, Fuck! You need to stop. I’m about to come.”

Fuck that… I’m not stopping.

I moan around him, the vibrations causing a curse to fall from his lips. I shake my head, not releasing him. Gripping him harder, I slide him into the back of my throat. I gag, but my pussy is dripping.

“Good girl… you’re gonna let all that salty sweetness run down your throat.” He praises me, and his husky words spur me on.

I suck his swollen length even harder; I wish I could have his dick in my mouth and my pussy all at once. I yearn for him to fill me up completely.

I feel him tense beneath me, and a deep guttural moan rips through him. My hair feels like it's about to be ripped from my scalp, his hips jerk, and he loses control. His thick length spasms, and he spills his hot, silky cum deep into my throat.

I swallow it all, not wasting a drop.

I feel a heavy arm wrapped around my waist. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck! The memories of last night come rushing back to me.

What in the hell have I done? Haleigh can never find out about this.

What am I supposed to say to her? Um yeah, your brother licked my pussy last night, and it was fucking amazing.

I don’t think so.

Needing to check the time but not wake Jaydon, I slowly turn and feel around on the nightstand for a phone.

Thanks to the blackout curtains, it’s still almost completely dark in the room.

I’m sure we’ve slept half the day. I feel a phone and pull it over to my face.

I’m only wanting to check the time, but I can’t help myself when I notice he has a text message.

I wouldn’t normally snoop, but when my sister’s name is displayed on the guy’s phone that I’m currently lying in bed with, well, I’m intrigued, to say the least. Tapping on the message… it opens.

Breanne : I miss you so much, Baby. Please call me back.

Fucking bitch.

She has known for years that I have had a crush on him and does this shit behind my back.

I scroll to check for more messages between them, but it’s the only one.

Jaydon starts to move, and I quickly put his phone back on the nightstand.

Fuck him and fuck my sister if she’s doing this shit to me.

I’m so fucking pissed at myself for falling for his fucking charm.

I quickly slide out of his bed, careful not to wake him. I can’t face him right now. My eyes are brimming with tears. Not because I thought there was actually something between us, but because I feel so stupid. So unbelievably stupid.

How did I not know he’s been fucking around with my sister?

My sister and I aren’t as close as we once were in high school. She went off to a different college ahead of me, and we started to distance ourselves. She made some not-so-great life choices, and I didn’t want any part of that lifestyle. I just never would have guessed she would do this to me.

I need to get out of here.