บททั้งหมดของ Knocked Up By My Brother’s Best Friend: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

It was my family’s annual New Year’s Eve party and there was only one man I wanted. My big brother's Best friend. It was forbidden to be with him. Taboo. So when he told me I was his and to get on my knees… I was his good girl and listened. ****** 001 SAFFA The ground was frost-covered, because most of the snow from the holiday had melted days before, but a cold front had moved in since then, and now everything looked crystallized. I stood by the large bay window and wrapped my sweater tighter around my body as the chill seeped through the thick panes of glass. I gazed out at the garden, though my mind was focused on things that I should never even have been entertaining. And that was… how good my older brother's best friend looked, and how it was getting harder to deny my attraction to him. It was wrong. Taboo. And people would most definitely say it was nasty. What was that saying? We listen and don’t judge, or some nonsense like that. Because the truth was, everyone woul

SAFFA While he held my stare, I watched as he leaned in to brace himself with his left hand on the back of the couch as I felt him trail the fingers of his right hand over my skin, grazing the curve of my jaw before sliding down the side of my neck. He moved those fingers back up to my chin and gently pinched it between his forefinger and thumb as he tilted my chin up.His gaze now drilled into mine with intensity, making me feel stripped bare under the weight of it.“We aren't doing anything?” He cocked a dark eyebrow, and I took a second to note that my big brother's best friend was so fucking hot. His short, dark hair was styled haphazardly, like he’d been running his fingers through it. “If there's nothing going on between us, then tell me why your pussy is soaked right now.”I wouldn’t have been able to hold in my gasp of shock at his words, even if I’d known it was coming. That sound shot out of me before I realized I made it. “I’m not w-wet.”He chuckled, but it held zero hila

SAFFA I had no problem telling Frankie what I wanted from him. “Lick my pussy harder. Bury your face between my thighs and take care of your little sister in the nastiest ways.” I looked over my shoulder towatch him. He was already staring at me. “Tell me what else you want.” He licked my cunt as he looked into my eyes. “Make me come with your lips and tongue.” Frankie groaned and said, “When I’m done eating my best friend little sister’s pussy out, I’m going to make you suck me off until I blow my big load all over that perfect face of yours.” God, my big brother's best friend was so nasty in the best of ways. “And after I fuck your pussy until you’re sore and raw, I’m gonna suck my cum out of your cunt and make you drink it from my mouth.” “I don’t want anyone but you,” I whispered automatically in response to the lewd things he said. “My good girl.” He licked my pussy long and thoroughly, and I had felt nothing so incredible before that moment. And when he inhaled deeply,

EPILOGUESAFFAThe streets of Sintra were alive with the rhythm of the city. It was a blend of old-world charm and vibrant colors that made you feel alive.I walked hand-in-hand with Frankie as we watched tourists packed in cars and buses rattled down cobblestone streets. The scent of roasted nuts filled the air, and I inhaled deeply, feeling like I was home.And I was with the man I loved.Frankie hadn’t let go of me all day. He always had a hand touching my body, no matter what.We’d planned this trip for the last year and had already visited with family—even seeing distant relatives up north—before we spent the rest of our time enjoying the sights and sounds and reconnecting with our roots.We’d spent the morning sharing coffee and pastries with our older cousin, Miguel, laughing over stories about his wild younger days. But what no one knew but us was that this trip was really for Frankie and me, and how we were celebrating our one-year anniversary.One year of stolen moments, whi

I saw her eyes flick to mine and then away. I saw a split second of the real story, her tired eyes, the worry she pushed out of her voice to make it cheerful. I wanted to say, I’ve got you, it’s okay. But I had no right to do that. Maybe her label of protector was right on about me, or perhaps this was an impulse specific to her. Either way, I said, “Well, that’s good then. You girls have a nice time, and let me know if you need anything.”“You could join us,” Maggie suggested.“I’m working tonight, but thank you,” I said. Even though I wanted to grab Layla by her overall straps and fling her out of the booth to get to Sarah Jo. Because that wouldn’t have anybody talking at all, now would it?On the way back behind the bar, I decided I was going to drop by and check on her dad soon. I could pitch in, act as a stand-in for Ryan, who seemed to help out only once in a while. Around ten, the girls got their stuff together to leave. Layla came to settle the tab at the bar. On the back of h