Page 45 of The Bad Brother

O NE SECOND, I’M HAVING WHAT CAN ONLY be described as an out of body experience, reveling—no matter how wrong it might be—in the fact that Jensen was so insane with jealousy that he demanded my panties and put me on my knees before fucking my throat so hard it hurt.

The next, the rough hands wrapped in my hair, holding me in place to take every brutal thrust, pull my head out of his lap, his hard cock jerked out of my mouth with a soft pop, a second before I find myself straddling him, our faces suddenly inches apart.

Both of us breathing like we’ve been running for our lives.

“What—” Dizzy and disoriented, I’m suddenly sure that I did something wrong. That I’m as horrible at this as Ethan said. “Did I?—”

One of the hands wrapped in my hair loosens. Slides down the back of my neck to circle it. The hand around my throat gives me a gentle squeeze while its thumb strokes the column of it, from chin to clavicle, easing the ache he hammered into it with his cock. “ Shhh …”

“Did I do it wrong?” I want to listen. I want to but I can’t. “I can try again. I can be better. Just?—”

Jensen’s entire body goes stiff.

“Is that what he told you?” I can feel his gaze burning into mine, the shadows of it pinning me in place. “Is that the pathetic excuse he gave you for being such a worthless piece of shit? He blamed it on you?”

I nod, too ashamed of myself to say it out loud.

A soft, angry curse brushes across my mouth while the hand in my hair loosens itself.

“He’s wrong.” Jensen leans into me, closing the space between us to whisper it against my mouth while the hand in my hair slides down the back of my neck.

“You’re perfect, Sloane...” The hand on the back of my neck slips between my shoulders while the one wrapped around it angles my jaw to catch the press of his mouth.

“Everything about you…” The hand between my shoulder blades finds the tongue of my zipper, pulling it down slowly while his mouth skims and grazes across my flushed cheek.

My temple. The pulse skipping against the side of my neck.

“The way your throat took my cock…” He sweeps his thumb down the length of my neck, pressing against the base of it.

“How much you loved choking on it.” Like he’s reliving it, Jensen groans softly against the side of my neck.

“The way your perfect pussy is dripping all over my cock, right now…” Dress open to my waist, Jensen finds the closure of my bra and unhooks it.

“I got hard this morning, watching you put on lipstick…” Fitting both hands into the opening of my dress, he pulls it down slowly, peeling it off my shoulders while he runs his tongue over every inch of skin that’s revealed.

“All I could think about was what it would look like, smeared all over my cock.”

“Makes me wish I freshened it before I left the hospital,” I say on a soft gasp when I feel his tongue tracing along the swell of my breast.

Laughing softly, he pulls my dress the rest of the way down.

“See what I mean?” Finding my bras straps he tugs them off my shoulders, baring me completely.

“ Fucking perfect .” Dipping his head, Jensen circles the stiff peak of my nipple with his tongue before drawing it into his mouth, sucking it so hard I can feel the pull of it, throbbing against my swollen clit.

“J ensen …” His cock jerks against the seam of my bare pussy beneath my skirt when I moan his name. Pushing my hands into his hair, I let out another gasp when he bites my nipple, the pressure of it rocking my hips forward to drag my pussy along the length of his shaft.

“ Fuuuck …” Lifting his head, Jensen groans it softly against the side of my neck before falling back against the couch to look up at me. “I wish you would’ve said goodbye before you left.”

“Why?” Rocking my hips again, I have to bite my lower lip to keep from crying out when the base of his cock grazes against my clit.

“Because I would’ve fucked you, Peach.” Reaching up, he closes rough hands over my breasts.

Lifting his hips, he presses his cock against my eager slit, urging me to do it again.

“Lifted this pretty, designer dress of yours and filled you so full of cum it would’ve soaked through your panties…

” Callused fingers tease my nipples while he wa tches me rub myself against his cock, stroking the stiff length of it with my desperate pussy.

“Imagine being in that place, surrounded by all those judgmental assholes, with my cum dripping from this dirty little pussy of yours.”

Yes.

“Take it off…” I roll my hips again, lifting my hands pressed against his pecs, fingers digging into the ink tattooed into his skin. The hands fondling my breasts grip harder on a groan, teasing and stroking my nipples. “My dress. Please?—”

“Sorry, Peach, but we’re ruining this fuckin’ dress—” He drops his hands and flexes his hips to meet mine while he finishes taking off his jeans, pushing them down his legs before kicking them to the side. As soon as they’re gone, he cups my breasts again. “and I’m gonna ruin you in it.”

Yes.

Suddenly desperate, I reach a hand under my skirt and wrap it around his cock.

Gripping it while the fingers fondling my nipples reach up to wrap around my throat, with another groan, I stand it up, letting out a soft, needy mewl that tightens Jensen’s grip when I feel the head of his engorged cock skim the slick seam of my pussy.

Angling my hips, barely getting into the right position, I slam them down, impaling myself on his cock on a low moan of relief.

Just as suddenly, I’m on my back, Jensen looming over me, one hand braced on the arm of the couch above my head, the other gripping my hip while his cock pumps, fast and hard, between my thighs.

“If you wanted to be fucked, Peach.” He lowers himself just enough to growl it in my ear, each guttural word punctuated by a deep, brutal thrust. “All you had to do was say so. ”

“I always want to be fucked,” I tell him, my words broken between soft, desperate moans. I can feel my release, dangling, just out of reach. “By you… always.”

“ Fucking. Perfect .” On another growl, this one sounding almost as desperate as I feel, Jensen rears up between my thighs, cock buried deep and pulsing inside me.

Snagging the hem of his shirt, he yanks it off.

Fitting his hands around my hips, he holds me in place while he gives me a slow, shallow thrust that nearly drives me mad.

“This is exactly where I found you sleeping…” he groans, his words accompanied with another teasing stroke of his cock.

“That freshly fucked pussy of yours full of cum…” Another shallow thrust. “My cum… do you remember falling asleep with my cum on your thighs, Peach?” Another thrust, this one driving me mad enough to reach down to fight through the bunched, wrinkled fabric of my skirt so I can touch myself.

“ Yes …” Trembling fingers brush against my clit, the relief I feel nearly bringing tears to my eyes. “ Please, Jensen...”

“So pretty when you beg for my cock…” Another thrust, this one just a little harder, but not hard enough.

“When I saw you laying here, my cum all over your thighs, do you know what I wanted to do to you?” Jensen gives me another slow, easy thrust while I pleasure myself, my pussy gripping around his cock, on the verge of coming.

“ No .” Release gathers against the small of my back gripping the base of my spine so tight my toes start to tingle. “Tell me… ”

Close.

So close…

“I wanted to lick them clean.”

Pulling out completely, Jensen pushes my hand away and I cry out in frustration, a second before he replaces both with his mouth on a feral growl.

His tongue runs up the length of my slit, licking and swirling, teeth nipping and scraping against slick, tender flesh until my hands are buried in his hair.

Hips flexing and rolling against the relentless fuck of his mouth.

Fighting against the rough grip of his hands around my thighs, trying to pin me in place while I scream his name and shatter into a million pieces, broken against the hard wall of my release.

Tearing his mouth from between my thighs, Jensen falls over me again, impaling me on his cock with a single hard thrust. “That’s what I like to hear…

” Hand braced against the couch above me, the other pushed between us so he can stroke and circle my clit, Jensen holds himself still while I come, my pussy gripping and squeezing around him like a fist. “Say it again.”

“ Jensen .” I whimper it, rolling my hips against his, silently urging him to fuck me.

“Who fucks you, Sloane?” Tone suddenly serious, I can feel the heat of his gaze on my face. “Who makes you come?”

“ You .” Already on the verge of coming again, I arch my back, brushing my taut, swollen nipples against his chest. “ No one else. Only you… please, Jensen… only you…”

“ Fuuuck …” He gives in with a groan, flexing his hips, he rolls them away from mine before stroking himself back in, again and again, the hard, steady pump of his cock dragging us both to the edge where we teeter on the brink for a single, breathless second before we fall together, Jensen lo wering his mouth to mine, letting me taste myself on his tongue while his cock jerks and spasms inside me.

Breaking the kiss on a soft groan, he gathers me close and sits up. Still inside me, he wraps his arms around me, holding me against his chest, while he leans down and whispers in my ear. “ You, Sloane… no one else…only you.”