I fucked my best friend's brother so rough

One second I was lifting my still-dripping pussy from his face, thighs shaking, my breath trembling from the cum in his submissive little mouth, and the next I was crawling back up his body, hips low, tits full and heavy, inviting to be touched, the waistband of my robe long gone.

My best friend’s brother.

My best friend’s brother.

Those were the words that kept repeating in my head as I mounted him, but instead of quelling my desires, they were amplifying them. What the fuck is wrong with me? This is going to be such a fucking mess to clean up.

But I’ll worry about that later. For now, Cara was asleep in the next room, and David’s cock was bobbing in front of me, his gaze trained on my body, assessing my tits—wet and heavy and flushed with arousal. His gaze moved down and back to my face, as if waiting for permission to look at my pussy again.

I nodded, and he made a sound, almost a groan, as I reached between us.

“Fuck, David.” I hit him, just once. “Were you hiding it?”

He made some kind of breathless sound in response, but I didn’t really ask. I was already positioning myself, already tilting my hips. I didn’t need foreplay. He’d already pulled a round of cum out of me, and I was still leaking.

I knew exactly what I wanted now; I wanted to fuck him until he forgot his own name.

When the tip pressed against me, I took my time. I just let him feel it. Wetness. Heat.

I wanted to fuck him so badly, but watching him squirm was too much fun.

“Be honest,” I said. “You’ve fantasized about this before, haven’t you?”

His eyes flickered up at me, embarrassed. “M-maybe.”

“Just once or twice?” I asked, leaning in a little so my head was resting right on my entrance. “Because I saw the way you looked at me earlier. You’re not as subtle as you think you are.”

His breath caught. “Fuck, Sky. Why are you doing this?”

“Because I want to fuck and you happen to be here.” He smiled. “I think I’m using you. Is that okay?”

I sank down without waiting for an answer.

Slowly, steadily, deliberately. Inch by inch I let him fill me, the stretching so pleasurable after so long. I opened my mouth and moaned with pleasure, stopping when I realized Cara could hear me and reconcile herself to the sight of me fucking her brother.

I bit my lip and put my hands on his chest for balance, rolling my hips as I sat up fully. His hands went to my waist, gripping it tightly.

“Fuck, Sky…” he gasped.

“Do you like that?” he whispered.

“Never…” He swallowed. “You feel amazing.”

I slowly rolled my hips again, enjoying the way his cock felt inside me. I guided him forward so my tits were right in his face, grabbing a fistful of his hair and whispering. “I’m going to fuck you now, okay?”

And so I did.

I jumped into a faster rhythm, bouncing, skin slapping against skin. My tits bounced with each movement, and I leaned forward to give him a better view, knowing full well how much it would mess with his brain.

“Do you like that?” I said, my voice raspy.

“Y-yes-fuck-Sky-”

“Shush,” I said, grabbing his wrists and guiding his hands to my tits. “Touch me.”

He squeezed gently, then a little harder when I moaned. I rode him harder in response, chasing another orgasm.

“I’m close,” I admitted, leaning back, my hands now resting behind me on his thighs for leverage. With each bounce I sank down, rolling my clit against him, fucking myself on his cock like I needed him to breathe. “Fuck, David, I’m so close—”

“Me too—”

I stopped immediately. He looked at me, panicked. “What’s going on?”

“You can’t come,” I said, my voice sharp.

His jaw dropped open. “But—”

“I said,” I leaned closer, my mouth at his ear, “You can’t come.”

He whimpered, pitifully, desperately, and needily, and within seconds I came hard again, clenching around him, tearing through it, my whole body locking up. My nails dug into his chest, my hair falling forward, everything sticky and hot and filled with the shame that made my pussy spasm the most.

When I finally slumped forward, gasping for breath, I felt him twitch inside me.

“Please,” he whispered. “Please, can I—?”

I sat back down, looked him dead in the eye, and nodded.

He didn’t last three seconds.

His entire body was tense, his back arched, his cock throbbing deep inside me as he spilled. I rode him through it, slower now, milking him, watching his face contort with pleasure. When he finally collapsed back onto the couch, spent, I slowly climbed off him, not bothering to cover myself up.

“Where are you going?” he asked, eyes wide and shaking.

“To bed,” I replied. “Keep it a secret, and maybe we can do it again sometime, okay?”

He nodded without a word, and my pussy full of her brother’s cum, I climbed into bed with Cara and fell asleep.