Better Than His Brother

RYAN

"Strip," I say, tipping her head up.

Samantha is a sight to see; lips parted around the gag, anticipation flickering in her gaze. Chest heaving slightly, her boobs straining out of the shirt, nipples taut with need. My thoughts drift, dark and insatiable, to how they would feel against my tongue and taste - soft and warm.

Paul doesn't realize the naughty vixen he's holding on to - but I do. And I have a feeling he wouldn't mind if I took a taste. When he introduced me the last time I was in the city, she had been shy and maybe a little nervous but kept checking me out nonetheless. I decided to keep my distance till tonight.

She nods, and I take a step back to enjoy the show. I know I'm playing with fate, not closing the door all the way, but Paul's door is closed, and the walls are not so thin in the apartment. Plus, it was delightful to watch her cum all over my hand and struggle not to moan loudly.

She starts taking off her top, and the cloth strains over her chest until her boobs spring free. My eyes automatically go to them, perky and perfect. She notices my gaze and continues to remove her shorts, throwing them next to the bed. Thighs open, she sits on my bed, ready for me to take her.

"Beautiful," I whisper, appreciating her eagerness. She moves to her knees before me and looks at me expectantly.

Fuck, she knows what she's doing.

"Take off the gag," I command.

As she obeys, my hands make quick work of my pants and underwear, letting them drop to the floor. My dick springs free, pre-cum glistening on the tip. I stroke myself slowly, deliberately, watching the hunger darken her gaze. She moves forward when I nod, and takes it in her hand softly before looking right into my eyes and flicking her tongue over the swollen tip.

I almost growl at that sensation. She licks it again, swirling her tongue on the tip before taking me in entirely in her warm mouth, sucking and slurping. Her hand tightens around my shaft, stroking in time with the deep, hollowed suction of her mouth. My breath stutters, my body tensing as she devours me like she's been starving for this-like she's been craving for a popsicle.

My hand goes to her head, and as I wrap my hand around her ponytail, she brings her other hand down to my balls, cupping them, rolling them gently in her palm. A low curse slips from my lips as I still her movements, taking control, tilting her head just right before I thrust into her mouth, deep and unyielding.

She takes it, all of it, like the perfect, filthy girl she is. My cock hits the back of her throat, and I hold there for a moment, savoring the way she swallows around me. But when I pull back, she doesn't hesitate-she takes me right back in, hollowing her cheeks, stroking and massaging.

And fuck, I let her.

My grip tightens in her hair, my body on the edge, but I stop her just before I spill down her throat. Her eyes, glassy and watering, flick up to mine, lips slick and swollen.

"Aren't you a hungry, dirty girl?" I murmur, my voice low, teasing.

A soft whimper escapes her.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" I ask, releasing her hair and watching her every reaction. She nods, breathless, desperate.

"Say it." My voice turns firmer, my fingers grazing her cheek. "Tell me how you want to be fucked."

She hesitates, before standing up and holding my outstretched arm for support. My gaze drops to the damp spot on the carpet where her arousal has pooled. The sight sends a dark thrill down my spine.

I pull her in close, pressing my nose against the soft curve of her neck, inhaling the scent of her flushed skin, warm and smelling like caramel. My lips brush her earlobe before I catch it between my teeth, nipping lightly.

"Tell me," I whisper, my breath hot against her skin, "how do you want to be fucked?"

Her voice is husky, and she is hesitant at first. "Like.." She clears her throat before saying, "Like I'm a dirty slut." I barely caught it.

With a deep, appreciative growl, I thread my fingers through her ponytail, pulling her closer as our lips collide. She melts into me, parting her lips instinctively, inviting me in. She tastes like me with a hint of cherries.

My hand drifts downward, cupping her breast, massaging it, savoring the way she pushes against my hand, craving for more. I roll her taut nipple between my fingers, teasing, savoring the way she squirms, eliciting a moan from her. I move to the other one, assaulting her nipple as I tug on her lower lip between my teeth. Her voice is husky and dripping with need when she says,

"Please, make me your slut."

SAMANTHA

The words slip from my lips before I can stop them, but I don't regret one. His eyes, dark and commanding, burn into mine, laced with raw desire and unspoken promises. I know he can give me exactly what I crave. For too long, I've held back on my inner slut, trying to satisfy myself with fantasies in my head. Tonight, I'm taking this chance to fulfill my desires.

He pushes me gently on the edge of the bed, and I fall with a soft yelp. "Spread your legs for me!"

I do as he says, hooking my arms under my knees, opening up for him, my pussy bared to him like a feast. I push my boobs in the front, aching for attention. He moves to take out a condom from the side drawer and rips it open between his teeth. His dick is hard and slickened with my saliva.

Having him in my mouth, tasting his salty pre-cum, him fucking my mouth as if he owned it, made me almost cum again.

I'm pretty sure I left some wet spots on the carpet.

The air is musky, mixed with his woodsy scent and the smell of sex. I stare at him shamelessly, looking at his fine swimmer body, his tanned chest sprinkled with hair, down to his taut abs, and to his long-hard length, my mouth watering with need.

Fuck me dead. This is happening.

He stands in before me, and I can only wonder how I look. Shivering with need, my pussy glistening, chest heaving, ready to be owned.

"Remember, no noise." He says and crouches down, my neatly trimmed pussy right in front of his face. I raise my neck in time to look at him and dip his mouth between my legs. The feel of his hot wet tongue moving from my clit to my opening, then back up again taking another lap, sends shudder through my body. I clamp my mouth shut before I moan aloud. His tongue swirls on my clit, putting the right amount of pressure on it before he sucks on my swollen bud.

My hips jerk, when he drives his fingers into me - hard, persistent. I bite my lip, wishing for a pillow to muffle the sounds threatening to spill from my lips. But it's useless.

I gasp, trying to steady myself, my body drowning in sensation. Then he adds another finger, stretching me, filling me. My breath catches, and just as I start to adjust, his teeth graze my swollen bud-a sharp, electric shock that has me arching off the bed.

"FUCK!" I say before I clamp my mouth shut.

"Please..." I don't even know what I'm begging for.

His fingers slide out, leaving me empty and desperate, but before I can protest, his tongue makes one final, lingering pass over my slick folds-then lower. My body tenses as he drags his tongue over my most sensitive spot, teasing, tasting, claiming. A shudder runs through me, but just as quickly as he takes control, he releases me.

Before I can take another breath, he's up and positions himself just at my entrance. The lightest pressure, teasing me, playing with me, driving me mad.

"Please.. take me," I whisper, my voice breaking with longing.

He rams all the way inside of me with a growl and doesn't go gentle with me. His thick length rips me open, filling me completely. My body quivers beneath him, my nails digging into my thighs as I struggle to hold myself steady against the sheer force of his movements.

His grip tightens, and without breaking rhythm, he delivers a sharp smack to my breast, the sting sending a fresh wave of heat straight to my core. His fingers find my hardened nipple, rolling and pinching, igniting every nerve, every sensation. The only sound in the room is of my pussy squelching around his hard cock as he rams into me.

"You're such a good slut, taking it so good," I whimper as he says it, continuing his assault on my boobs. My nipples are sensitive and red and ache for more.

Each hard thrust drives me higher, and he continues to fuck me till I forget my name. He grabs my legs and wraps them tightly around his waist, anchoring himself deep inside me, grinding his pelvis against mine, sending shocks of pleasure through my core. I explode like fireworks, pulsating around his dick. A hand clamps down on my mouth, absorbing my moans, and he keeps thrusting relentlessly. It's rough, wild, and addictive.

I'm still quaking, still riding the aftershocks, when I hear his low, guttural groan. His body tenses, his pace stutters, and then he spills inside me, throbbing, pulsing, filling me in a way that makes me shiver. He removes his hand from my mouth.

DAMN. That was...wow.

It takes a few moments for reality to settle back in, for the tremors in my body to subside, for my breath to steady. My pulse still pounds in my ears as I watch him, his chest rising and falling, his skin glistening with sweat. Slowly, he untangles my legs from around him and steps back, leaving me fucked raw, aching, empty-yet utterly satisfied.

For now.

He peels off the condom, tying it off with a flick of his wrist. His gaze lingers on me, dark and knowing, lips curling into a wicked smirk. "You like being used like a filthy little slut? You want to be treated like one?"

A shiver courses through me. My body is suddenly awake again, eager, restless. I push up onto my elbows, nodding, silent but desperate.

"Then show me," he commands, voice thick with dominance. "Lick me clean."

Heat coils low in my belly as I slide off the bed onto my knees. Obediently, I take him into my mouth, tasting every drop and swallowing without hesitation.

He lets out a deep, satisfied groan, fingers brushing my cheek as he smirks. "Such a good girl," he murmurs, his voice thick with pleasure. Then, stepping back, he extends a hand, pulling me to my feet. My legs tremble beneath me, my pussy happily spent, still feeling the lingering heat of his thickness.

His grip tightens as he tilts my chin up, claiming my lips in a rough, possessive kiss. Then, without warning, his palm lands on my ass with a sharp smack, sending another shiver through me.

"Go get some sleep," he commands, already bending to pick up his discarded briefs. I take that as my cue, quietly gathering my scattered clothes while he falls back onto the bed, stretching out lazily. As I slip my shirt over my shoulders, I hesitate for a moment, unsure of what to say. I hold his gaze, the air between us thick. His eyes smolder, dark with the silent promise that this isn't over-not yet.

A shiver runs down my spine, anticipation curling deep inside me. Without a word, I turn away, my "good night" nothing more than a soft whisper. As I reach the door, I don't look back-because I already know.

There's more to come.

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