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My Best Friend’s Older Brother part 3
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2026-08-24 16:06:49The next night the house was quieter.
Maya had gone out with friends and wouldn’t be back until late. Her parents were at a dinner across town. The only light left on downstairs was the soft lamp in the living room. Sienna found Noah in the kitchen again, leaning against the counter with a glass of water in his hand. He looked up the second she appeared in the doorway. Neither of them pretended this time. She walked straight to him. Noah set the glass down, cupped her face with both hands, and kissed her like he’d been thinking about it every second since last night. Deep. Hungry. His tongue slid against hers as one hand dropped to her ass and pulled her flush against him. She felt the thick ridge of his cock already hard through his sweatpants. “Upstairs,” he muttered against her mouth. “Now.” They barely made it to his old bedroom. The door shut. The lock clicked. Noah backed her toward the bed, pulling her shirt off on the way, then her shorts. She was bare underneath. He groaned at the sight and pushed her down onto the mattress. He stripped fast—T-shirt gone, sweatpants shoved down. His cock sprang free, heavy and flushed, the head already shiny. Sienna’s mouth went dry. Noah climbed over her, kissed her hard, then moved down her body. He sucked one nipple into his mouth, slow and wet, while his fingers rubbed the other. Then he switched, sucking the second nipple deep while his hand slid between her legs. Two thick fingers stroked through her pussy, spreading the wetness, before pushing inside her. “Already this wet for me,” he rasped against her breast. “Good girl.” He fucked her with his fingers in deep strokes while his mouth kept working her nipples—sucking, licking, rubbing the wet peaks with his tongue and thumb. When her hips started rolling against his hand he pulled his fingers free, spread her thighs wide, and replaced them with his mouth. The first long lick made her gasp. Noah licked her pussy like he had all night—slow, thorough strokes through every fold, tongue pushing inside her, then dragging up to suck hard on her clit. He kept two fingers inside her the whole time, stroking her pussy in a steady rhythm until her thighs trembled and she came against his mouth with a broken moan. He didn’t give her time to recover. Noah rose onto his knees, rubbed the thick head of his cock up and down her soaked pussy a few times—deliberate, teasing strokes that made her whimper—then pushed in with one long thrust. Sienna cried out at the stretch. He was so deep. So thick. He held still for a second, letting her feel every inch, then started fucking her in hard, powerful strokes. The wet sound of his cock driving into her pussy filled the room. One hand pinned her wrist above her head. The other stayed on her breast, rubbing and pinching her nipple while he leaned down and sucked the other one. “Fuck, look at this pussy taking my cock,” he growled against her skin. “Been wanting to bury myself in you for years.” He shifted the angle and rubbed over that perfect spot inside her with every thrust. His thumb found her clit and stroked it in tight circles. Sienna’s second orgasm hit hard and sudden—her pussy clamping down around his cock as she moaned into his shoulder. Noah pulled out, flipped her onto her stomach, and dragged her hips up. He pushed back into her pussy from behind in one smooth thrust and started fucking her even harder. The new angle let him go deeper. One hand reached under her to rub her clit; the other gripped her breast, fingers working her nipple while he pounded into her. “You’re gonna come on this cock again,” he ordered, voice rough. “I want to feel this pussy squeeze me when you do.” He rubbed her clit faster. Sienna shattered a third time, face pressed into the pillow to muffle the sound, her pussy pulsing tight around him. Noah cursed, slammed deep, and came hard—thick, hot pulses flooding her until she could feel it leaking out around his cock with every final thrust. He stayed buried inside her for a long moment, breathing hard, still gently rubbing her sensitive nipple with his thumb as the aftershocks fluttered through both of them. When he finally pulled out, a heavy trickle of his cum slipped down her inner thigh. He watched it, then gathered it with two fingers and pushed it back into her pussy, slow and deliberate. Sienna collapsed onto the bed, wrecked and glowing. Noah stretched out beside her, one heavy arm draped over her waist. For a while the only sound was their breathing. Eventually he spoke, voice quieter. “Maya can never know.” “I know.” He turned her face toward him and kissed her once—slower this time, almost tender. “But I’m not done with you,” he said against her lips. “Not even close.” Outside, the night stayed quiet. Inside Noah’s old bedroom, the line they had crossed stayed crossed for good.
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