Page 83 of My Brother’s Best Friends Entanglement

He presses a hard kiss against my lips and straightens up.

I sit up with him, watching as he undresses, pulling a condom from his back pocket.

I try to ignore the jealousy that burns through me at the thought of who and when he would've used that with. Instead, I slide off the kitchen island. I'm about to slip out of my dress when he grabs me around the waist and pulls me to him.

"No. Keep it on. I like the way you look with it open, but still showing me your gorgeous fucking body."

I lift up on my tiptoes and kiss him hard, reaching for his hard length, stroking it as he growls my name into my mouth.

I take the condom from him and slide it over his length, feeling him harden even more at my touch.

Then I spin around and pull my dress up to my waist and bend over, bracing my hands on the bench as I spread my legs.

"If you'd taken me up to that room, this is how I would've wanted you to fuck me," I say, turning back to look at him.

He lunges forward, grabbing my hips in his hands. It takes him a second to line the head of his cock up against me, and I almost whimper when he stops.

"You still want this now, baby? You say the word and we stop."

"If you stop, the only words you're going to hear are that I'm going to fucking kill you."

He laughs, and it's dark and rough.

And then he's inside me. Slamming his thick hard cock all the way into me.

I scream with the burn. And it feels so fucking good.

As much as I've been playing the vixen tonight, I haven't had that much experience with men. And with no one anywhere near like Marcus.

"Fucking hell," he says, his head leaning forward on my back. "God your pussy is fucking perfect. I can't go slow, baby. I just can't."

I push back onto him in answer, taking him even further. With his hands on my hips he pulls out and slams back in. I sob at the sensation of him taking me.

And then we fuck. Hard and fast and needy.

Sweat and arousal drip down my thighs as he takes me deep with every stroke.

"Marcus!" I shout, knowing that my orgasm is imminent.

He leans over, grabbing my face in his hands, turning me to plunge his tongue in my mouth in rhythm with his strokes.

"I want to see your face when you come on my cock, Lexi. And I want you to know I'm watching you. Know that I've fantasised about this for fucking years. And when I come, you're going to know it's your sweet little cunt that's making me feel so fucking good."

Even in our desperation, we find a rhythm, and with each stroke, he takes me closer. Until he bites down on my lower lip, and he reaches around to pinch my clit and I explode.

My whole core clenches, and the feel of him deep inside me enhances every bit of my pleasure.

"Fuck, your pussy is perfection," he growls, fucking me through my orgasm until he shouts, and stiffens, and I feel him pulsing and coming, his cock embedded inside me.

I collapse on the bench and I think he's going to just fall on top of me.

But he pulls out, discards the condom, then gently turns me over, lifting me into his arms and lowering us both to the floor so I'm on top of him.

"I'm too heavy," I start to protest and he quiets me with a soft kiss.

"That's the last time I ever want to hear you say that." He flexes his bicep. "Me strong. You...perfect."

He pulls my head to his chest, and we lay there, letting our breaths settle in sync.