Chased By My Brother's Bestfriend
“You kept dancing for other men, knowing fully well that I was glaring at you. I wanted you to stop, come down from the pole and crawl to me like the slut that you are, but you didn't, did you?” His hands had pushed my panties aside, and flicking a finger through my folds, he let out a dark, primal chuckle.
The fact that I couldn't see his face heightened my excitement and fear. I felt both in good measure.
“So what are you going to do about it sir?” Lust had clouded my sense of reasoning and it made me bolder.
“I'm going to punish you. It's only fair. Don't you think so?”
Fuck. The steady rise of my chest went haywire. I had spiraled out of control, out of primal need to please this man.
“Yes please, punish me.” I let out a desperate plea.
“Good girl.” His deep voice rumbled, and the heavy promises of what he would do to me hung in the air.
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I fell for my brother's best friend when I was thirteen but he rejected me, patted me on my head and said I was cute. I fell even deeper, but as I grew up and realized how embarrassing I was, my crush turned into hate, until I saw him again for the first time after eight years.
He pleasured me for a whole night, and I didn't even realize who he was until the very next day, but it had already happened.
Things became awkward and even though I still hated him, I couldn't resist going back for more…