Page 28 of Don’t Fall For Your Ex-Boyfriend's Brother

I prop up on my elbows, excitement of what’s to come bubbling through me. “Yes, please make me come.”

He smirks. “Good girl.” He grabs my ankle, pulling me closer to the edge of the bed. “Legs spread, little bunny.”

I do as he says as he lifts my sundress up.

He kneels on the floor, pulling me closer to him. “I’m not going to stop eating your pussy until you’re screaming my name,” he says, diving face first between my legs. He pushes my panties to the side for a while as he laps at my heated skin until he can’t take it anymore and rips my panties from my body.

His tongue works my clit with enough pressure to cause my eyes to flutter close and my body to build toward my orgasm. Nobody has ever done this to me, and I squeeze my eyes shut as Tripp continues playing with my body.

He uses his fingers on me, pushing inside me with one finger and then adding another. “So goddamn tight,” he mutters as he continues to lick at my pussy.

“Ah, Tripp. Don’t stop,” I beg, crying out in ecstasy. This feels so good, and I can’t believe I’m enjoying this as much as I am. “I’ve never had anyone do this to me before,” I say.

He halts his movements, his head flicking up and his gaze settling on mine. “Really? I'm the first?”

I nod. “Yeah.”

“Oh Millie, you really shouldn’t have told me that.”

“Why?” I question.

“Because now I’m gonna want to be the only one.” His eyes sear right through me, and I feel like his words he speaks are the truth. I know we’re not together, and this is only his payment for me reading his book, but still. The way he says it. The infliction of each word. The growl that emits from his mouth as he gazes up at me.

It has my body on fucking fire.

He lowers his head back down, his tongue and fingers working magic over my body.

I’m so close to coming undone, I can’t even stand it anymore. My hands fly through Tripp’s hair as I tug him closer, closer, closer to my warm center. My pulse thrums low in my belly as my orgasm takes on a life of her own.

She’s uncontrollable as she rips through me, causing me to shout and flail, thrusting my hips, greedily pulling Tripp closer to me. I’m full on riding his face, and I’m not at all embarrassed about it.

Maybe later I will be, but right now all I can focus on is this out-of-control feeling that’s causing my heart to pump ferociously.

“Tripp, I’m coming,” I shout out, my orgasm not even close to being anywhere near done. I keep riding his tongue, letting him fuck me with his fingers while I spill out a string of curses into the night air.

When my body has finally calmed, I try to catch my breath. I close my eyes as Tripp sits up. I slowly open my eyes to him smiling, staring down at me.

“Now that’s what I call having an orgasm,” he says. And he looks gorgeous. Unlike he’s ever looked before. His hair is a tousled mess from my hands weaving through it. His smile is crooked, and there’s this glint in his eyes, like he’s proud he got me off so good. And let me tell you, it was so fucking good. Best I’ve ever had.