Page 41 of Baby for Brother's Best Friend

He kissed me as he walked, his mouth moving against mine as his strong thighs led the way through his high-rise palace.

There was a small part of my brain that registered that I should be curious about the rest of the apartment, but it was quickly stifled by the sensation of his cock pressing against my center.

We walked through a doorway, and a moment later, he let go of me.

A startled squeak pealed out of me as I crashed onto the soft, king-sized mattress.

Blake stood over me, his shins pressed to the foot of the bed with my legs on either side of him. His eyes devoured me, raking over me from head to toe, and I grinned.

I brought one hand to my collarbone, letting my fingertips dance along my skin as they made a path between my breasts.

His eyes danced with interest as he realized what I was doing, and they followed along with my hand as it continued its journey down my stomach and then dipped into my underwear.

I drew my finger between my slick folds, holding his gaze as I moaned, swirling my finger around that perfect little spot at the apex of my thighs.

A low grumble escaped his throat.

“My turn,” he growled as he reached forward.

I grinned triumphantly as his fingers hooked into the band of my underwear, and he began tracing them down my legs.

When he got to my feet, still clad in the black leather heels I had worn to the gala, his blue eyes found mine again.

“These stay on,” he commanded, and my grin widened in answer.

He discarded my underwear on the floor before dipping down and bringing his mouth to my center.

The moment he made contact with my flesh, my back arched off the bed. His tongue darted forward, parting me and tasting me exactly as he had that day in the dressing room.

I glanced down at him, watching him as he devoured me, and the sight of it was so deliciously erotic that I already felt myself begin to climb.

One of his large hands came up to cup my breast, his fingers working over my nipple until it was hardened into a bud. The other went to work with his mouth.

I felt his finger probe at my interest, and my hips bucked up, a silent plea for him to enter me.

With a dark chuckle, he did exactly that, and the sensation of it sent pleasure skyrocketing through me.

I had already been climbing and felt myself winding tighter and tighter as I built up toward a climax.

But when his finger curled inside me and then was joined by another, I lost all control.

I crashed down hard, my body spasming and rolling as I called out his name, riding his hand as he continued to pump his fingers into me, drawing out every bit of my pleasure.

Ever so slowly, the waves of my release began to slow, my breaths leaving me in small, shallow pants as his pace began to still until finally, he withdrew his fingers and his mouth.

I looked down at him between my breasts, seeing him kneeling between my thighs with a smug grin.

“Is there more where that came from?” I asked, arching my eyebrow at him as my need for him grew again, ready for even more.

“Absolutely.”

He gave me a feral grin as he pushed himself to stand, his large frame towering over me as he placed one of his forearms on either side of my head.

He settled himself between my legs, and I could feel him pressing, hard and proud, against my entrance.

My hips ground down on him, begging him to give me what I desperately needed.

His breath hitched as our cores connected, and one of his hands came between us to grip his cock.