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Make Me Yours, Brother Don't spoil the mood
I was already on my toes, fidgeting crazily, while acting like I was listening to whatever Dad and his partners were talking about. I wasn't. I occasionally looked towards the door, biting my lower lip and waiting for Jay to show up with that lopsided smile I knew all too well. Blame it on that stupid message I received. My mind was racing miles a minute, from fear, uncertainty, and nervousness. Dad noticed because he stopped speaking with his friends and excused us, taking my hand in his. He led me away from the others before asking. “Is everything okay?”I nodded, looking back at the door. “Have you tried calling him if you're worried?” Dad didn't even need to ask who I was looking for. He could tell. “I…” I blinked, realising that was what I should have done a long time ago. I had my phone with me. “Let me do that now.” I dialled his number, and he answered on the first ring. I let out a deep sigh of relief, the weight on my shoulders and my fears wiping out instantly. “Baby?
Make Me Yours, Brother He'll be okay
I strode to the door and stood outside for a few seconds before I pushed it open, a smile on my face, only for the expression to wipe instantly. The entire room was almost filled with my dad's employees and my colleagues. They were freaking earlier than we anticipated! What happened to being an hour late? Isn't that like a universal rule?Dad was the first person to notice me. Though he was speaking to a friend, his gaze was at the door, probably wondering why his sons, who were supposed to be the first ones arriving, came later than others.It wasn't our fault, though. They came super early. We were just a few minutes late. “Baby.” He closed the distance between us and enveloped me in a hug, patting my back gently. From the hug, you would have thought we hadn't seen each other for a long time, instead of this afternoon when I left to get ready. “Dad.” Smiling, he broke away from the hug and looked behind me. “Jay?”“He went to take a call. He'll be here soon.” “Okay. Come, I'll
Make Me Yours, Brother Going public?
Sliding into the car, I forced a smile at Jay, who was beaming. I was conflicted. I didn't know if I should —'Tell him,' Ryan said, interrupting before I could finish. 'I don't want a repeat of the last time you tried to solve everything yourself and ended up hurting. Tell him! Don't just think of it. There's no use for that.'He's right. I need to tell Dad and Jay about it. My only reason for being reluctant was the thought of making them worry about nothing if this was a prank.'A prank?' he scoffed. 'What are you? A fool? How can you think such a detailed message was horseplay? You must be joking.'Then, if it's not, that means telling them might put them in harm's way. We had just moved on from that dark chapter of our lives. Do we need to keep dwelling on that past?'Still, it's better than not telling them. Do you think they'll be pleased with you for keeping something like that away from them?'I let out an exasperated sigh, and Jay turned to look at me, eyebrows raised. “Are
Make Me Yours, Brother Someone from the past?
MATTI squirmed under Dad's gaze, occasionally looking at Jay, who was too focused on his breakfast to pay attention to us. Ever since I joined them for breakfast, Dad had been staring at me, and I wondered, with embarrassment, if he had heard us last night. We weren't really that quiet. Even though Jay made me swallow down most of my moans, I was still loud each time I climaxed. Looking down at my thighs, I gulped, my cheeks tinged a dark red. What if he knew about what we did last night? Did he hear us? Did he… I tugged the turtleneck up, hoping it hid the red marks I got from both his bites and when he had his hand around my neck. “You look great this morning,” he said at last, smiling. “I'm glad you're returning to that Matt, I know.”Oh.I exhaled in relief at his words. So, that was why he was staring at me? I thought… I let out a chuckle.“Well, thank you. Spending time alone with Jay sure did wonders. He was a perfect gentleman last night.”At my double-meaning words, Jay ch
Make Me Yours, Brother The calm before the storm
MATTJay looked shocked at the question. "Wait." I sat up, getting away from his hug. "You didn't think that was all, do you?""Well...""It's not all." I straddled him. "You don't expect me to be satisfied after just a fuck? Come on, we haven't done this in over a month! It has been over 40 days!""Okay." He made it rise, but I pushed him back down on the bed. "Let me lead, for now."With my hole leaking his seed down my thighs, I lifted my hips and positioned my hole above his cock. Despite that look of reluctance on his face, his cock was hard. I stroked his cock before I positioned it. I slowly lowered myself, feeling his girth rod impaling me from below. From a cowgirl position, I could feel the curve and the shape of his cock perfectly, and as it slipped deeper and deeper inside of me until finally, it bottomed out. Fuck!His dick was touching places so deep inside of me. I placed my hand on his chest, getting used to it."I can feel all of you, baby," he rasped. "Same."I mo
Make Me Yours, Brother That was just the beginning, right?
I reached one hand between his legs and gently squeezed his balls. He moaned and threw his head back.He looked so damned seductive. I loved the way he easily curved towards me. That flexibility wasn't something just anyone could boast off. It was purely what made my baby, my baby. I used the other hand to spread his arse cheeks apart, then leaned down and licked his hole. “Do you like it when I do this?” I whispered. It was my turn to ask the same question. He didn't call me out on it, though, probably too lost in pleasure to do that. “Yes!” he groaned, shuddering. “I fucking like it, Jay. I love when you lick my arsehole, the way your tongue always curls around and how… Fuck. I freaking love everything.”Getting vocal once more, are we? I grinned and tickled his pucker with the tip of my tongue. I did the thing he said he liked with my tongue, and he squirmed under me, his hole clenching madly. I played with his hole, my tongue slipping in, licking every damned drop of his necta
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