Page 20 of Her Ex-Husband's Brother

Then he’s got those big hands of his underneath my ass again, boosting me up so I’m sitting, spread on the counter.

My eyes drop to take in what was just inside me. And widen as I bite my bottom lip.

“Fuck, woman,” he says before his mouth is devouring mine again.

His thumb starts massaging my clit in hard, rough circles, so opposite how he started earlier. It’s exactly what I need now just likethatwas exactly what set me off then.

Because his thick cock follows, and he pressesdownwith his thumb while his cock presses deeper into me?—

My legs lock around his lower back and clench so hard I swear I can feel the contours of my entire channel at every point where I’m being stuffed by his thick, satisfying cock.

Ohgod, how have I gone this long in my life without experiencing this?

Now that I’ve discovered the sensation of what it feels like to bereallyfucked, I’m afraid I’ll want it every day, every moment, every?—

He pulls out and thrusts back in.

My hips do a full roll against his groin and his hand at my ass squeezes.

“Fuuuuck,” he groans low.

“That’s the general idea,” I hiss out.

“Who’s got the smart mouth now?” he asks, and then he’s kissing me like he feels just as needy as me. Fuck, I love how his stubble feels against my lips.

And the thought that I could be making him feel evenhalfof the sensations currently blooming outward and zapping up and down my nerve endings?

That amps it up another level.

I’m notthereyet, though.

I canfeelit thereand how close it is.But I’m not at it yet.

God, I want it, though, with a single-minded devotion I haven’t wanted anything with ever in my whole life.

SIX

AUGUST

I haven’t hadsex in months. Not because there wasn’t opportunity. The thing about being six feet tall, covered in tattoos, and generally not acting like an asshole while living in a city like Austin?

It’s not that hard to find sexual partners, including the casual kind because I advertise up front I’m not “husband material.”

But the apps are just exhausting, and the clubs on Sixth Street even worse. No, I take that back. Nothing’s worse than the apps. I mean, there are still plenty of cool places around Austin to meet people.

But I just don’t… want to.

At least I haven’t wanted to lately, anyway.

Look, the last couple years I graduated to the kiddie coaster. And staying out late, much less drinking?—

It’s not great for the routine, you know?

I go to bed at 9pm some days.

Like a grandpa.

And the last few times I tried meeting people, or even calling on regular hookups to get wet and sweaty?—