I snake an arm around her waist and lean in to run the tip of my nose up against the curve of her throat. The smooth skin dots with goosebumps as I drink in the scent of her flesh.
“You’re really ready for this, Mila?” I question, and she nods. Kneeling between her splayed thighs, my tongue darts out to lick her pussy. Getting the first taste of Mila is the most erotic, forbidden thing I’ve done. Her body shudders, and I grip both thighs, holding her open to my gaze. Her fingers find my hair, fisting the strands as I devour her.
My cock is thick and hard, ready to feel her, to drive into her, to fucking claim her. But I’m feasting on her pretty little pussy with the dark patch of hair that’s leading toward her puffy lips, and I’m soaring. My hands trail up to her tits, and my fingers find her hardened nipples, tweaking them, tugging them playfully, eliciting whimpers and moans.
The thoughts rushing through me have my blood heating with desire, and my heart thuds against my chest. She whimpers as my mouth works her pussy, and I bask in every erotic sound.
“Oh . . . Oh . . . God . . .” Her moans are mumbled as they tumble from her lips. Her fingers tug at my hair, pulling so hard the bite stings, but I don’t care. I’m lost to the sensation of her body pulsing around my tongue. Her body locks, and a mewl, both decadent and erotic echoes around us, and I glance up to see her beautiful face as she unravels.
“So fucking sweet, my sweetheart,” I murmur against her core. The sight of her glistening is enough to undo me right here in my fucking slacks.
Her gaze falls on me. Something in it tells me she feels it, our connection, and suddenly I’m jolted back to my past. A place I’d rather not go. I shake my head to clear the memories.
I focus on the here and now because I’m not sure if after this is all over, she’ll still want me. That thought stings. It hurts, and I know why. I’ve let myself feel, fall . . . Fuck, if I’m honest, it’s made me love.
Mila is nineteen, almost twenty, and I can safely say I’ve fallen in love with her. My feelings for her changed and morphed into so much more over the past three years. We’ve grown closer than I led my brother to believe. Chatting over text messages and on the phone every now and again, I learned more about this exotic beauty than he knows of her.
Every message, every call hearing about her boyfriends, or shall I call them fuck buddies, drove me insane. Those nights I spent buried in women, but the only one in my mind as I pounded those strangers was her. Mila.
She reaches for me and pulls me closer for our lips to meet once again in a soul-stealing kiss. “I want you,” she murmurs. In this moment, my heart wants to beat right out of my chest and into her hands.
Rising, I push off my slacks and boxer briefs. A small gasp falls from her lips at my naked form. My nine inches will make her remember me tomorrow. I climb onto the bed beside her, and her body curls into mine. Her bare skin on mine has me barely holding onto a sliver of restraint. Grinding my teeth, I take a deep breath and hope this isn’t going to blow up in our faces. Fear, lust, desire, and frustration fills me as I pull her against me. This woman has captured me more than I could have imagined.
I lie back, tugging her over me. “You ready for me, sweetheart?” I question, and she nods. Her long black hair frames her face. Those deep, forest-colored orbs meet mine, sparkling with need, want, and affection, an emotion that leaves me breathless. Her chest rises and falls, and I can’t help feeling the need to lave at her sweet nipples.
She rocks her hips, and the heat of her pussy has me groaning. My hands settle on her hips, allowing her to sink onto me slowly, so fucking slow its torture. The tightness and slick heat of her is incredible. Better than anything I’ve ever felt. Her body hovers over mine, and her lips mold to my mouth. The kiss is slow, sensual, and before I can do anything, her hips roll against me. She’s so inviting. And with one lift of my hips I’m fully seated, as I slip inside the tightest pussy I’ve ever fucking felt.
My head falls back, and I groan in satisfaction at her body molding to mine.
I want her.
Only her. Fuck.
I’m so fucking fucked.
“Jesus, Mila,” I bite out as she rides me. My fucking sweet girl is on my dick, and all I want to do is make love to her. Fucking her once will never be enough. Nothing in my life has ever felt so good.
Even though I’m buried balls-deep inside her, I’m fucking jealous of the men who’ve been there before me. I want to fuck them from her memory. I don’t want any other man with her, and that feeling is so fucking foreign to me, I don’t know what to do with it. So, I shut my eyes and revel in the feel of her.
I drive into her, deeper, faster, harder. Reaching out, I find her clit, circling it with my thumb, I feel her pulse and tighten around me. I keep going, plunging into her, claiming her pussy. My body locks when her cunt clamps down on me and sends me spiraling with an orgasm that allows me even deeper inside her.
She cries out and soaks me in her sweetness. Lifting my thumb to my mouth, I lick her honey from it, and I know at that moment; I’m owned. I’m a fucking claimed man, and it’s all because of her.
All I want to do is tell her how I feel. To be honest for once in my life, but I don’t. I allow us this moment to be. Just be. I allow myself to have her. Because I love her. I’ll tell her later. For now, I bask in the afterglow of being with the woman I love.
“I know.” Gabriel stalks into the living room, and I can’t turn to look at him. I spent another hour enjoying Mila, and when she passed out, I laid her in the bed and placed a kiss to her forehead.
“You know what?” I question, sitting back on the plush sofa. My body is still tense from what I just did with my niece.
“I’m not stupid, little brother. You’re in love with her.” His words halt my movement of lifting the tumbler to my lips. “I can see the way you look at her,” he confirms nonchalantly.
“There’s no doubt I love her.” I shrug, hoping to steer him off the conversation, but he doesn’t bite.
“You love her more than you should. You look at her like a man possessed, Grayson. I’ve seen that look. It’s how I used to look at her mother. I loved that woman with all that I was, all that I am. When I first saw her, I knew.” He sips his whiskey and regards me seriously.
My brother and I haven’t always seen eye to eye, but something between us shifts. It stills me, my mind and my heart, because he’s looking at me like a man would his equal. Don’t get me wrong. Gabriel has always been good to me when I wasn’t fucking up, but this is different. It’s as if he’s finally allowing himself to see that I’m a grown man and not a child.
Nodding, I respond calmly. “I do love her, yes. You’re right. Seeing her with other guys was difficult,” I confess, gulping my drink.
“Then you should stay the night and see where the day takes you tomorrow. It’s Saturday, so take her out, on a date.”
His words shock the shit out of me. “What?”
“You heard me,” he smirks. “She deserves a man who’ll look after her. And you know that if you ever hurt her, you’ll have me to answer to. Look, I know we’ve not had an easy relationship. Things were always strained because I just wanted the best for you, and of course you’re stubborn, but you’re a grown man, and I can see that she’s special to you. There’s no denying it, brother.” He finishes his drink and watches me intently.