All Chapters of Broke Up With My Fiance Then Fucked My Brother's Best Friend: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Blake shook his head slowly. “My political career is the last thing on my mind right now,” he said, his voice filled with sadness and worry. “I know you saw it yourself, Terrence, but I still want to believe Marcus isn’t guilty.” “Me too,” Aileen whispered through her tears. “And me,” Chloe added. Blake put his arms around his sister and mother, his face dark with grief. “I wish I could say the same,” Terrence said regretfully. “But I saw everything with my own eyes. He’s not the brother I grew up with anymore. I don’t know what happened to him.” Christine reached out and held Terrence’s hand, feeling his pain. Dear God, no matter how quickly he had given in to her earlier for the promise of pleasure, he had to resent her somewhere deep inside for being part of what tore his family apart. Chloe and Aileen came to the other side of the bed and hugged Terrence gently while Blake said he wanted to take their mom home. Gabe offered to drive Chloe. “Someone needs to watch o

“Desperation and training,” he growled. “There was no way you were putting that beautiful mouth on that asshole. I’d have to be dead first.” The harsh emotion in his words made her heart jump. No one had ever cared for her like that before. Sure, the agents on her team were like friends, and they’d protect her as she would them. But none of them had this wild need to keep her safe, this raw possessiveness. “I didn’t want you to be dead,” she whispered. “What did you want me to be?” he asked, voice rough. “Exactly like you are right now.” Terrence was only in flannel pajama pants, his messy fuck-me hair even more tousled from wearing a winter hat when he took Shep outside. To Christine, he was every woman’s dream. His body was hard under hers, his smoky eyes burning with heat. He was cocky, arrogant, and untamed but also kind, sweet, and gentle under the tough exterior. He could be confusing, but she understood him more every day. Because we’re so much alike. No one

He grazed his tongue over her swollen, sensitive clit and kept teasing it while he pushed two fingers deep inside her, finally filling her. She clamped down on his fingers as he curled them against her g-spot, rubbing it before pulling back and sliding in again and again. Her back arched, her head tossed on the pillow, as Terrence teased her clit in the same rhythm his fingers drove in and out of her slick heat. “Terrence, I can’t take it. I can’t.” The pleasure was so strong she felt ready to break apart. She gave a squeak when his other hand slid under her ass, teasing a finger between her cheeks. She was so wet her juices coated him easily, and he slid the tip into her tight opening. He was testing her limits, and Christine knew it—at least in the small part of her brain that still worked. He probed and teased while never stopping the relentless motion of his tongue and fingers. Every touch, every thrust, was new, intense, and raw. She had no limits with him. Everything he

“I promised Chloe I’d show her a few self-defense moves.” “The gym is never crowded in the winter. People get their exercise skiing. Nobody wants to stay inside when there’s fresh snow.” “I do,” Christine mumbled. “If I teach you to ski or snowboard, you’ll love it.” Christine was adventurous, and he knew she’d like winter sports if she had a teacher. And he was the right guy to show her the fun of winter. “I think I’d rather sit by a warm fire doing…something else,” she said sweetly, then wrapped her arms around his neck. “I think if I teach you the benefits of staying inside, you’ll love it,” she teased back, copying his words. He kissed her and admitted she was probably right, especially if she meant staying inside her perfect pussy.****** “I think I understand the basics, but can we keep practicing?” Chloe asked Christine while walking slowly on the treadmill. Christine was already running but wasn’t out of breath yet. “Sure. We can go over it until I have to le

“Hardly ever since the day I met you.” She tried not to laugh at how serious he sounded. “So you’re always ready?” She lowered herself, shivering as her pussy slid along the thick, hard length of his cock. “I’m always hopeful,” he said, placing his hands on her hips. “Do you want to make a hopeful man’s wish come true?” Terrence’s eagerness gave her courage. The way he spoke, the way he treated her, made her feel like a goddess, like he was lucky just to have her. She felt like the most wanted woman in the world. Probably because she thought Terrence was the sexiest man alive and he wanted her. “I can’t grant wishes,” she teased as she guided his cock to her entrance. “I’m not magical.” “To me you are,” Terrence grunted as he helped guide her down onto him. “Ride me, Christine. Take what you want, whatever you need from me.” Her heart pounded as she looked into his blazing eyes, full of desire, one of the most beautiful things she’d ever seen. Her breath caught as he urg