My Best Friend's Brother

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rushed against my thighs, modest and safe. The next

nties, torn and useless. A shiver ran down my spine as the cool air hi

ed insistently against me, and I arched into him, a

h and breath hot against my ear. A knot twisted tight in my

eeping my voice steady, almost detached. I cou

smirk against my ne

ouching you with my lips." His fingers found their way inside me, and

you are," he growled, and something insid

mically. "How long have you wanted this? Wanted to get me out of your system

in his tone. I heard the faint sound of a zipper, the crinkle of foil, and then-before

ngle touch, his body an electric presence. His chest didn't even graze my

in, relentless. I shuddered when he found that sweet, perfect spot that sent pleas

houlder, furious, as he rubbed my clit in

ered, and I threw it back at him wi

who doesn't lasts," I sna

t going to work." He slid back inside, keeping just enough distance to deny me the rel

frustration building, press

ing filled the room, the scent of us thick in the air. I knew Rhoda co

my throat. It was the first time he'd truly touc

enough to drive me to the brink, then pulling b

legs threatened to give way. My control was slipp

ttered, my walls clenching tight around him a

behind them, every nerve aligh

wn release. I felt him swell inside me, his groan rough in my ear

echanical precision, his expression unreadable in the reflection of the window. I tugged my dress d

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picked up the torn scrap of my p

g fingers and slipping inside. The door clicked shut

ed my best fr