My Brother’s Best Friend 3

The ride back to the apartment was reckless.

Jake sped through the streets like he had something to prove, one hand gripping the wheel while the other fisted my hair, guiding my mouth over his cock.

I should’ve been scared.

We could’ve crashed.

Died.

But I wasn’t thinking about any of that.

Not when I had him in my mouth.

Not when he was groaning under his breath, his grip tightening as I took him deeper, my lips stretched around him, my tongue dragging along his length.

“Fuck… Janny,” he muttered, his voice strained.

The car jerked slightly as he sped through a turn, but he didn’t slow down.

And somehow—

We made it back.

Alive.

The moment the door shut behind us, Jake was on me.

His mouth crashed against mine, hungry, desperate, like he couldn’t wait another second. I moaned into the kiss, my arms wrapping around his shoulders as he backed me into the wall.

Hard.

His hand slipped under my dress, gripping my ass, squeezing like he’d been waiting years to touch me like this.

“Mm…” I gasped, pushing my tongue into his mouth, matching his hunger.

Jake dragged my dress up, bunching it around my waist before forcing my legs apart. He shoved my panties aside and pushed two fingers inside me without warning.

I cried out, the sound swallowed by his mouth as he kissed me harder, his fingers driving into me with a rough, unforgiving rhythm.

It felt so good.

Too good.

Like my body had been waiting for this.

For him.

He broke the kiss just long enough to drag his mouth down my neck, biting, sucking, marking me like he needed proof I was real. His fingers didn’t slow, pumping in and out of me while his thumb found my clit, rubbing slow, tight circles.

My head fell back against the wall.

“Jake—” I gasped, my legs already weakening.

He moved lower, his mouth finding my chest, kissing and biting over the thin fabric of my dress before closing his lips around my nipple, sucking hard.

I moaned louder this time, unable to hold it in.

God—why didn’t I do this sooner?

Why did I spend years hiding from him when this was what he’d wanted too?

His fingers sped up.

Rougher.

Deeper.

My body tightened, my breath catching as the pressure built fast and sharp.

“Fuck—I’m—”

I came on his fingers, my body jerking as the pleasure hit hard and sudden.

Jake pulled his hand away, not giving me a second to recover before he started stripping me out of my dress.

I let it fall.

Dropped to my knees in front of him.

My hands moved quickly—belt, zipper—freeing him as his cock sprang out, hard and ready.

Slowly, I took him into my mouth.

I knew what I was doing.

I let my lips wrap around him, my tongue sliding over him as I took him deeper, inch by inch, until he hit the back of my throat.

I gagged slightly.

But didn’t stop.

My hand wrapped around the base, stroking what I couldn’t take as I bobbed my head, finding a rhythm that made him curse under his breath.

“Fuck… that’s it,” he groaned, his hand gripping my hair.

Then he lost patience.

His hips pushed forward, forcing my mouth to take more, his grip tightening as he started to fuck my mouth.

I choked around him, my throat tightening as he pushed deeper, faster.

“Shit—” he hissed, pulling out suddenly, his cock slick with my spit.

“Against the wall.”

The command sent a shiver through me.

He didn’t wait for me to move.

He turned me around, pressing my chest against the cold wall, my breath coming fast as I braced myself.

Then—

He pushed into me.

Slow at first.

Stretching me open.

I gasped, my fingers pressing against the wall as my body clenched around him.

He was big.

So fucking big.

I took a shaky breath, trying to adjust, my body slowly relaxing around him as the initial stretch faded into something deeper.

Something hotter.

Something I’d been craving for years.

Jake grabbed my wrists and pinned them behind my back as he drove into me.

Hard.

Fast.

The angle made me gasp, my body arching instinctively as he held me in place, controlling every movement. One hand kept my wrists locked together while the other slid up to my chest, cupping my breast.

He squeezed.

Hard.

And didn’t let go.

“Fuck…” he groaned against my ear, his breath hot. “This tight little cunt… feels like it was made just for my dick.”

The words sent a sharp wave of heat through me, pulling me closer to the edge.

“Harder, Jake,” I moaned, my voice trembling.

“Pretty little Janny wants my dick, huh?” he muttered, thrusting deeper, rougher.

“Harder… faster,” I begged, my head falling forward as the wall pressed cold against my skin.

A sharp smack landed against my ass.

“Such a little slut,” he said, his voice low, dark, pleased.

Another slap.

“Come on… ride it.”

He stilled inside me.

For a second, I almost whined at the loss.

Then I started to move.

Pushing myself back against him, trying to match what he’d been doing. It was harder this way, less controlled, my rhythm uneven—but I didn’t stop.

I couldn’t.

“Yeah… just like that,” Jake murmured, watching me, his hand coming down again in another firm slap.

My legs shook beneath me as I kept moving, grinding back against him, my breath uneven, my body already overstimulated.

“Please…” I gasped. “Please fuck me, Jake.”

A low chuckle left him.

“You’re a pretty little tease, Janny,” he said, his voice rough with approval. “Wore that dress just for me, didn’t you?”

“Yes—” I cried out, louder than I meant to.

Before I could even think about it, he grabbed my hips again.

And took over.

He slammed into me, harder this time, faster, the force pushing me against the wall with every thrust.

I cried out, my hands flying forward to brace myself, pressing flat against the wall as he let go of my wrists.

“Such a dirty little tease,” he groaned behind me. “And I fucking love it.”

His grip tightened on my hips, his pace relentless now, each thrust hitting deeper, rougher, like he wasn’t holding back anymore.

Like he never wanted to.

Jake grabbed my hips and picked up his pace, driving into me harder, faster, his thrusts turning rough and relentless.

"Touch yourself, Janny," he said, his voice low, commanding. "I want you to touch yourself while I fuck you, baby."

I didn't hesitate.

My hand slipped between my legs, my fingers finding my swollen clit as I started to rub.

"Faster," he urged.

With Jake pounding into me like he'd lost all control, every thrust pushing me closer to the edge, I tried to match him—my fingers moving quicker, my breath breaking into uneven gasps.

"I'm close," I cried out, my voice breaking.

"Fuck... that's what I want to hear," Jake groaned behind me.

My walls clenched around him as the pleasure snapped.

"Fuck—" I gasped, my body shaking as I came hard, my fingers slowing as the orgasm ripped through me.

Jake groaned, his thrusts stuttering, like he was fighting to hold on.

I squeezed around him again, riding out the last waves of my climax.

He pulled out suddenly.

Before I could even catch my breath, he grabbed me and dragged me to the couch, pushing me down.