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Of course, Brad likes being the big spoon.

He lets go of my cock, brings that palm up to my mouth, and chuckles. “Spit for me, baby.”

A deep groan rumbles out of me. The way those words immediately send heat pooling low in my stomach, my balls aching within seconds. It’s like everything this man does is sent to drive me out of my mind with the type of intense pleasure I didn’t even know I wanted before now.

I do as he asks, warmth glowing on my face and back of my neck as I let my saliva fall into his palm.

“Good boy.” Brad’s lips are hungry, working the side of my throat, as he wraps that slickness around my cock. His strokes reduce me to a panting mess within minutes. Reaching out, my fists clench in the sheets, and there’s no stopping the way I’m unashamedly thrusting in and out of his firm hold. Vaguely, I’m aware of the desperate, mewling sort of noises I’m making. Somewhere in the back of my mind, an alarm goes off, warning me that this is too much, too fast, and that I can’t possibly be feeling this way about someone I’ve barely spent a day with. I can’t hope to find my person under circumstances like these.

Last night, we joked about both wanting all or nothing. But that was all it was. A joke. Teasing. Followed by a mind-blowing orgasm.

Who the hell finds the love of their life in their sister’s ex? No one. That’s who.

“Goddamn. This ass,” Brad grunts, pushing himself tight against me with a desperate sort of noise rolling through from his chest to mine. He feels so impossibly hard, demanding, even bigger than I remember. “Are you gonna let me take care of you, just like this?”

I nod. Turn my head to the side. Our mouths connect in a sloppy kiss. The kind of need for one another that dissolves into licks and teasing bites and sucking on each other’s tongues as he shoves his hips harder against me, grinding until I feel the smeared, slick evidence of his precum against my seam.

“Please.” Another full body shudder rolls through my limbs. With our legs tangled and his fist gripping me until I can’t think clearly, I’m pinned down by him, and it’s the best kind of feeling. He makes me feel safe to let go and be taken care of, and in turn I get to take care of him in other ways … and if that isn’t just the worst realization in this murky, predawn moment.

There isn’t any more time for talking. This is nothing but pure need and indulging in how fiercely we both want this. Brad has to let me go while reaching for the lube, drizzling the cool gel all over my ass. Slick noises come from behind me as he does the same for himself. Then his clever fingers are there, slowly stroking and circling and easing into me.

Everything dissolves into a place where time has no meaning. All I feel is him, and the slight stretch and momentary sting before it melts into intense pleasure. As he slowly works me, eases forward past a knuckle, then builds to eventually having two fingers scissoring inside me, I’m trembling with how goddamn incredible it feels. Shivers coat my lips, and I don’t know what kind of noises I make, but it seems to please him.

Brad murmurs in my ear how good I am. How perfectly I let him in. Reminds me to breathe when I simply forget to.

And then his fingers are gone, and the flared head of him is hot and demanding at my hole.

“Oh god. I need you. I fucking need you.” The words gasp out of me as I press back. I don’t want him to go slow, or be gentle, or treat me like I’m something precious just because I’m inexperienced. If this is our final moment together, without knowing where things go once we leave this bed, I’m more eager than ever to be fucked until I’m boneless.

“Jesus. Fffuuuuck,” Brad groans as the tip of him slips inside me. We’re both panting now, our chests rising and falling, damp with a sheen of sweat. “You’re so fucking tight. This ass was made to take my dick like a dream.”

His knuckles brush against my cheeks as he fists himself and slowly, carefully fights to work his way inside. Cursing softly, lowering his head to brush seeking lips over my spine and shoulder every now and then, pausing to squeeze and knead the globes of my ass. It’s heaven. Right here in this bed, with him, feels like we fit together in the most perfect of ways.

Finally … fucking finally … he sinks that last inch, and we both groan at the feeling of him sliding to the hilt.

“Is that okay?” Brad sounds strained; his teeth graze my skin this time. “Oh, Jesus. You’re squeezing me so fucking tight.” He gasps as my body fucking lights up at the thought of him biting down on me while pounding me hard.

“Were you this big before?” I can’t help the moan that drops out. He throbs inside me, feeling like he’s everywhere.

That draws a ragged, breathy sort of grunt from him as he gently eases back, then slides home. “Flinn. Baby. My god.”

I’m seeing stars.

“Brad—” I bite down on my bottom lip.

“I know. I fucking know.” He draws back, then thrusts into me again. “I fucking know,” he whispers.

And it’s over. I’m his. I’m nothing but raw, greedy noises as he reaches around and takes my cock inside his fist. I try to chase his dick sunk deep inside me and his hand. Bucking into his touch while pushing back against his groin, until my teeth are buried in the pillow with how badly I want to come, but I also don’t want this to stop.

That’s when Brad fucks me like he owns me, and I completely melt for him.

My fingers twist into the blankets. Drool coats my pillow as I goddamn lose my mind. “Please … please … I need …”

Behind me, Brad makes a roughened noise in the back of his throat. Each pump of his hips against mine punctuates his words.

“What.” Thrust. “Do.” Thrust. “You.” Thrust. “Need?”

His words are dark, gritted out, as he punches his hips, flesh slapping against flesh.