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Growling around her nipple, I bite down on the hard nub, before releasing it to kiss the pain away. She moans around my brother’s cock and I feel her pussy quiver around mine.
“I’m going to come in your pretty mouth…” Wes groans, he’s so far gone, his head is tipped back, his eyes are closed, and I know he’s seconds away from exploding.
“Swallow his cum, Princess, swallow every drop,” I order, thrusting harder, and faster, my cock moving with ease through her arousal, my pre-cum, and her virgin blood.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” Wes growls, his hips stilling as he comes inside her mouth. I continue my thrusts, swiveling my hips to hit a spot at the back of her channel that I know will send her hurtling over the edge, and as if it’s far too much for her tiny body to handle, she starts to come, her pussy fluttering around my cock, her body shaking, a loud moan of pleasure is muffled by my brother’s softening cock, right before he pulls out of her mouth.
Beautiful. Pure fucking perfection.
Upping my pace, I thrust into her with unbridled need, her pussy strangling my length as aftershocks of pleasure ripple through her womb. My fingers bite into her flesh, and my head tips back as I bask in the feeling of her tight pussy.
“Come inside me…” her tiny command meets my ears and I blink my eyes open, peering down into a pair of blues that captivate me. Her command is one I’ll gladly oblige. It’s then that I feel it. A change. It’s almost as if she’s an equal in our situation now.
“Please come inside me…” She reaches for me, her nails sinking into my bicep and I grit my teeth wanting to hold off my release even for a second longer of being inside her for the first time, but there’s no point. I’m ready, so fucking ready. With one more deep stroke, I press my balls to her ass and empty every drop of sticky warm cum into her womb.
“Fucking fuck…” I growl, pressing into her as hard as I can, willing our bodies to become one. My cock twitches inside her, and I know I’m still coming, filling her tight hole with every single drop of my release. Unable to hold myself up a second longer, I collapse on top of her, pressing her body into the mattress. My pulse thunders in my ears. I’m pretty sure I’ve never come this hard before.
“You did such a good job, Princess.” Wes’s praise meets my ears and I lift my head, watching as he strokes the side of her cheek with his knuckles, the possessive look in his eyes tells me he too feels the change, and without a doubt, I know our situation has gotten ten times more complicated. Worse yet, she nuzzles her face against his fingers, as if they soothe her.
Fuck. We’re screwed.
I slowly push up onto my forearms and ease out of her, making her wince. Wes must have already been to the bathroom because he hands me a warm washcloth when I lean back against the mattress. I take it with a nod, and start to clean her up, my touch is gentle as I examine her, just to make sure I didn’t hurt her. I wipe at her folds, and then her entrance, the white washcloth appearing from between her legs with only a few smears of pink on it.
“You didn’t bleed a lot,” I tell her and catch her curiously looking down at the washcloth in my hand.
“Are you in pain?” Wes asks, pulling on a pair of sleep pants as he sits down on the edge of the bed.
“No…I mean…I don’t know. I’m just a little sore…you know, down there, but I’m not…” she answers shyly. Fuck that. I won’t have her acting shy, not anymore, not after she asked me to come inside her the way she did.
“Don’t act so shy Jessa. You just begged me to come inside you. I think you can handle a conversation like this.” I watch her cheeks turn a bright red.
A gruff laugh escapes Wes’s mouth, and I can’t remember the last time he laughed, or the last time I felt so…relaxed, so okay.
“Okay…” she mumbles and looks between Wes and I once more, a smile pulling at her lips, and fucking Christ that smile is breathtaking. I get off the bed and go into the bathroom to clean myself off. When I come back into the bedroom, I find Jessa missing, and I’m slightly irritated at the thought.
“Where did she go?” I ask Wes, who I find still sitting on the edge of the bed, his eyes burning holes into his hands.
“Declan came in and I asked him to give her a shower. I think we need a little space away from her right now.” It’s clear he’s having a hard time grappling with his emotions, but I won’t push him on it. If he wants to talk to me, he knows I’m here.
