Page 43 of Don’t Fall For Your Ex-Boyfriend's Brother
“Ah,” I call out.
“Are you okay?” he asks me. “Breathe. You’re such a good girl. Take my cock.”
I relax once more, breathing in through my nose and out my mouth. “Move. You can move now.”
He rolls his hips once more, moving slowly. Then his speed picks up, and before I know it everything spins off its axis. That the feelings I’m feeling are the best in the world. That Tripp and I together are chasing a high we can’t quite reach.
Not yet.
He keeps moving, pushing his dick further and deeper inside me. He starts off slowly, and after a few minutes he’s moving quicker and quicker.
We’re grappling to hold onto one another, and again, it’s the best it’s ever been.
I’ve never felt anything this erotic in my life before. He pulls out of me, flipping me onto my stomach in one quick movement. He grips my hips, pulling me up to meet him. I arch my back as he slams back inside me, smacking my ass as he does.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous.” He slaps my ass once more as he dives deeper and deeper.
The sound of our raw sex fills my tiny apartment bedroom and a sheen layer of sweat forms on my upper lip. Tripp keeps fucking me as I fist the sheets in my hands.
He keeps pushing into me from behind, causing me to go from my hands and knees until I’m flat on the bed, his hand in my hair.
“I’m gonna come,” he hollers out. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.” He reaches around my body with his other hand, toying with my clit. He pushes and pulls at it, igniting just the right amount of pressure for my own orgasm to find me.
It nearly knocks me out, my breath coming in rapid pants. White-hot heat sears my vision as my orgasm barrels right through me. “Tripp,” I shout out, unable to process a single coherent thought other than this god of a man who’s making me feel oh so good.
I think I might be falling hard for him.
It’s too soon, right? I can’t possibly be having such strong feelings for Tripp Atwood. It has to be the orgasms clouding my judgment.
Tripp’s orgasm rips through him with a string of curse words on his lips. He jerks and jolts behind me, gripping me tightly as his dick pumps his seed into me.
Thank god I’m on the pill, but maybe we should have talked about that before. I don’t care. I wouldn’t have changed this experience for anything in the world.
I trust Tripp.
More than anyone else in this world.
“Fuck, I came inside you,” he says, his eyes growing wide as he pulls out of me.
“It’s okay,” I tell him. “I’m on the pill.”
“I swear I’m clean. Millie, I’d never do anything to put you at risk like that. I promise. I just couldn’t help myself. I’ve wanted this for so long. So fucking long,” he rambles on, his words falling away as he gazes at me.
I smile wider. “I promise you, Tripp. I’m on the pill.”
He blows out a deep breath, sinking onto the bed. “Fuck,” he drawls out. “I’ve never been so lost in the moment like that before.”
I nod. “Me either.”
We get cleaned up, and then we lay together in my bed. Just the two of us. The light of the moon pours into the room, and I snuggle closer to Tripp, his arms wrapping tighter around me.
Honestly, I could lay like this forever.