Page 9 of Baby for My Ex's Brother

His voice rumbles there. “I want you naked.”

I gulp and look up at the mountain, taking in the full view of him. I like touching him, but the view is something to be memorized. Beneath the scars and tattoos are muscles in all directions, like his muscles have their own muscles, but there’s a thin layer of padding over all of it, too.

He looks sturdy. I never knew I liked sturdy before now, but I do.

I unclip my bra and move to take off my underwear, but he gently pushes my hand aside and pinches them at the waist before slowly lowering them. His eyes remain on my face the entire time until he kisses his way back up my naked body.

When he gets to my mouth, his hands slide over my skin until they reach my ass and lift.

I gasp as he pulls me upward, and I wrap my legs around his waist for balance. He carries me to his bedroom that way, hismouth still on mine, his hands beneath my ass. I’m not sure how he doesn’t stumble at his size with me in his arms, but the man is far more graceful than he should be.

He lays me on his bed, and I lean on my elbows to watch him remove his trousers. But I can’t take my eyes off his. “You have evil eyes.”

He laughs once, sharply. “Do they offend? Should I pluck them out?”

I snort. “No. I like it.”

“Good.” He grabs my ankles. “I want to know what you taste like. Any reason I shouldn’t find out?”

“You mean like, do I have a condition or something?”

“Yes.”

“No. All my blood tests are always clear. You?”

“Clear.” He pulls me so my ass is almost hanging off the foot of the bed, and I yelp. It makes him smile as he spreads my legs wide and kneels. “You want to try bondage, you said?”

I swallow hard. “Yes, but?—”

“The safe word is pineapple.” And then I feel it—something definitely not his hand is around my left ankle. Then the right one. I couldn’t close my legs if I tried. The surge of panic is licked away the moment his tongue collides with my clit.

“Oh,ohGod,” I mutter as I lie back. I’m spread wide open for this man, completely on display, and he uses the access to tour every bit, every fold. He’s thorough until he settles on my clit, and my brain lights up. He’s in total control now, keeping me exactly where he wants me.

And I like it.

I dig my fingers into his hair, but it’s so short that I can’t grab onto anything. So, I settle for my nails planting into his scalp. He groans into me, and a finger dips inside my pussy over and over again. Not deep enough to count, but enough to fry my brain.

No thoughts. Just pleasure. And one word left to my mouth.

“More.”

The finger goes all the way in, and I might break if he doesn’t—oh, fuck. The orgasm steals my breath, my core tightens on him, I can’t see straight. I don’t know if I’m speaking words or gibberish as bliss floods me.

He climbs over me, loops an arm under my back, and carries us up the bed, all while I’m still coming. He pulls one of my legs up to split me open, and then his thick cock presses into me, filling me.

And I’m still coming. Only now, I’m coming on him.

I claw at him—his arms, his chest, his back. Bite him, wherever I can. Whatever I can reach. I need contact.

I need this massive man.

When he’s finally seated, he takes full control, pinning my wrists with one hand while the other keeps me split open for him.

He nuzzles up to my ear in the pillows. “You can’t move, babydoll.” He thrusts deep, bottoming out. “All you can do is lie here and take me. And you take me so good.” He rocks in my depths, and my eyes roll back. “Feel that? Feel me pulse in you? You did that. You taste so fucking good that I almost came the moment my tongue touched your sweet pussy.”

“Oh my god,” I whisper.

“Gods don’t have evil eyes.” He releases my leg and pulls me against him, so there’s nowhere to go, no room to maneuver. His thrusts shorten, making his cock grind into my G-spot without any effort.