Page 68 of Filthy Rich Brother's Best Friends

“Fuck you,” she gasps, furious. “I was right there?—”

“You want my cock or not?” I whisper.

She pushes up my shirt. We yank it over my head together, and I toss it somewhere behind us. I strip out my jeans faster than I ever have. She grabs my jaw and yanks me back into a kiss.

Fuck, I can feel the heat of her pressed against my length. I need this fucking pussy right this minute.

“Now,” she growls. “Put it in me. Right now.”

I grab a condom out of my wallet and roll it on. Then I line up and slam in all at once.

Her head hits the wall and her mouth falls open in a moan.

“Oh fuck—Reid?—”

“You feel that? This is what you do to me,” I snarl, slamming into her again.

She claws my shoulders, body convulsing with every hard thrust.

“I’ve wanted this for so fucking long,” I growl into her ear. “You think I haven’t been picturing this pussy wrapped around my cock every night?”

“Harder,” she pants. “Fucking ruin me.”

I bare my teeth and drive into her so hard that something in the room rattles.

“You’re not gonna be able to forget this,” I growl. “No matter how much you hate me. This cock—fuck—this is gonna be in your head every goddamn time you touch yourself.”

She rides me hard, panting into my ear, repeating my name. I thrust harder, angling until I hit that spot that makes her begfor more. She bites my neck. I grab a fistful of her hair and pull, exposing her throat.

“You love it,” I say, grabbing her throat again. “You fucking love getting split open like this.”

“Yes,” she gasps. “Fuck, yes?—”

“Say it. Say this pussy’s mine.”

“You’re such a cocky bastard?—”

I slam in deep. Her breath catches.

“Say it.”

“It’s yours,” she moans. “Reid—it’s fucking yours—just don’t stop?—”

Her eyes roll back when I drive into her again. I can’t tear my eyes away from the way her tits bounce when I slam into her.

“You close?” I pant. “You gonna come for me like a good fucking girl?”

Her walls clench down around me, tighter with every stroke. Her legs start to shake. I snap my hips again, harder. Each stroke is driven by the need I have for this girl. Every nerve in my body is lit up. I’m overwhelmed in the best possible way.

“I can’t hold back much longer,” I rasp against her throat.

Her answer is a wrecked moan.

I fuck Lola like a man possessed, chasing her orgasm even more than I’m chasing my own.

“Fucking come,” I growl. “Right now. I want to feel you lose it on my cock.”

Her pussy clamps down so tight on my cock while she comes that I can barely continue fucking her.