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Chapter 3: My Best Friend's Older Brother

Author: Azure
last update publish date: 2026-08-27 21:02:42

Allen laid down, pulling Ember up his body until she was above him. She looked down at him and bit her lower lip a little. Allen moved his hands, parting her thighs gently, then slid one hand between her legs. His thumb rubbed slow, firm circles over her clit while two thick fingers pushed into her through her slick, stretching her tight hole open as he thrust them deep.

She moaned, not very quietly, hips twitching against his hand.

Allen didn’t hesitate. He yanked her down hard until her glistening pink pussy landed fully on his face. His tongue flicked out immediately, tasting her, and he groaned against her as she moaned above him. He licked through her folds with long, greedy strokes, then thrust his tongue deep inside her, fucking it in and out while he groaned like a man starved.

Ember gripped the headboard tightly, moaning and whimpering as he devoured her. His lips closed around her clit and sucked hard, tongue lashing it at the same time. The wet sounds of him eating her filled the room.

Allen held her firmly in place, both hands locked on her hips, forcing her to stay open for him. He ate her greedily — tongue thrusting deep into her slit, teeth grazing her clit, lips sucking with wet, filthy pressure. Ember’s moans grew louder and louder as she started grinding down on his face, smearing herself across his mouth and chin.

One of her hands reached down to rub her own clit while his tongue kept thrusting deeper, hitting that sensitive spot inside her over and over. He increased his pace, licking and sucking harder, until she screamed above him. Her body spasmed hard as she came full force in his mouth, flooding his tongue with her release. He kept lapping at her through it, drinking every drop, until she whimpered from oversensitivity and her body went limp against the headboard.

He pulled her down into his lap carefully.

“Ready for round two, baby?” he asked.

She whimpered but nodded.

“Good,” he whispered against her lips.

She was straddling him, legs still trembling from the force of her orgasm, her pussy still puffy and twitching. He kissed her hard — not gently. He kissed her like he was trying to devour her, tongue thrusting deep into her mouth so she could taste herself on him. They both moaned into the messy kiss, teeth clashing, saliva mixing. When he finally pulled away, a thick string of saliva still connected their lips.

He laid back again. She stayed above him, straddling his hips, and started grinding her soaked pussy along the hard length of his cock. The wet heat of her sliding over him made them both moan.

He couldn’t wait anymore. He gripped her hips, lifted her slightly, lined his cock up with her entrance, and thrust up into her in one deep stroke. He groaned at how tight and hot she was; she moaned at how completely he filled her.

“A-Allen… y-you’re so big,” she gasped.

She started moving slowly at first — lifting almost all the way off him, then sinking back down, taking every inch. The stretch was intense. Her eyes rolled back as she began fucking herself on his cock, rising and falling in a steady rhythm. He met her with upward thrusts, driving deeper each time their bodies met.

Her pace quickened. She bounced harder, breasts moving with every drop of her hips, face flushed, lips parted. Allen reached between them and rubbed her clit in tight, rough circles while she rode him. Her walls fluttered and gripped him tightly. He groaned low in his throat.

Her moans turned loud and unhinged. His groans were deep and primal. The wet slap of her pussy taking his cock filled the room.

“You like that, baby?” he asked, voice rough.

“Mmhmmm,” was all she managed.

“It feels good having my cock in you, doesn’t it?” He thrust up harder. “Look at you… so fucking perfect, riding me like this, making yourself feel good. You’re mine, Ember. All fucking mine. No one else. Say it, baby. Look at me and say you’re mine.”

Her eyes opened, glazed with pleasure.

“Y-yours… I’m yours… I’m only yours,” she moaned.

He leaned up and bit down on one of her nipples, sucking hard at the same time. Her head fell back. Her walls clamped down around him as she came hard, body spasming, pussy convulsing and squirting, coating his cock in her release.

The tight, pulsing heat of her pushed him over the edge. His control snapped. He thrust up hard twice more and came with a deep groan, flooding her with thick ropes of cum. Her greedy cunt took every drop, milking him through it.

She collapsed limply onto his chest, both of them breathing hard, his cock still buried inside her as the last pulses faded.

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