Page 49 of Filthy Rich Brother's Best Friends

“I haven’t.” I kiss her again. “Not for a second.”

I walk us backward to the bed and drop her onto the mattress. She lands with a soft thud. I unfasten my jeans, push them and my boxers down, and kick them aside.

She watches every move I make. Her gaze stays locked on me, heavy with something that feels a hell of a lot deeper than lust.Fuck, please let her feel everything I do.

Her legs fall open just enough to show me what’s waiting.

The sight makes my cock twitch. I can’t even stop the groan that leaves my lips.

Her pussy is just as pretty as I remember and it’s already glistening. My cock throbs so hard it aches.

She’s perfect. Absolutely fucking perfect.

I crawl onto the bed with her and settle between her thighs, lowering myself to where she’s aching for me.

“Already so wet for me.” I run my fingers through her lips. Her clit pulses beneath my thumb. She moans when I press against it. “And I haven’t even started yet.”

“Then start,” she pants.

I push two fingers inside her. She cries out, clutching at the sheets. Her pussy clenches hard around my fingers.

“Fuck, yeah.” I search for the spot I remember drives her crazy. She jerks when I find it.

I keep my rhythm steady, fingers pumping in and out while my thumb works her clit. She’s already so damn close.

She looks up at me with glassy eyes. “Don’t stop.”

“I won’t.” I lean down and kiss her hard. “Let go, baby.”

She shatters with a cry, pulling me deeper as her hips jerk and stutter.

“Jude.”

“I know, baby.”

I guide the tip of my cock through her slick heat. I drag it over her clit once, twice, before pushing just the head inside. Her eyes roll back and flutter closed.

“C-condom,” she sputters. She waves toward the nightstand. I dig through the drawer and grab the first one I feel, rolling it on as quickly as I can without tearing the damn thing in half.

I don't have the patience to tease this time. I grip her hips, line myself up, and push in deep.

She moans low in her throat. Her heels jump to my thighs and dig in as I bottom out.

“Fuck,” I groan. “You feel even better than I remembered.”

“Then don’t forget again.”

I grip her wrists and pin them over her head, threading our fingers together as I start to move. The first thrust is slow. Her body pulls me in, wrapping around me with impossible heat. I draw back, then push in again, deeper this time. She moans deeply.

She lifts her hips to meet each stroke, matching my rhythm without hesitation. When her eyes find mine, something in me shifts. There’s no guard left in her gaze—just need.

“You feel so good,” I whisper against her mouth.

She drags her nails down my spine. “Then don’t stop.”

Her legs wrap around my waist until her ankles lock at the base of my spine. Her hands move over my shoulders, up to my neck, then tangle in my hair. She pulls me down, presses her mouth to mine, and kisses me.

She gasps when I hit that spot again. Her nails rake down my back as I start to fuck her harder.