My Best Friend's Brother
“But we’ll have to settle for this, since I’d rather not have my sister walk in on me finger-fucking her best friend.”
His words sent heat coursing through me, but my mind clouded as my release built, overwhelming everything else.
“You’re so tight, Jo. Squeezing my fingers like you don’t want to let go,” he muttered, the nickname sending a ripple through me.
Only Rhoda and a handful of others called me Jo. With him, it was always Joan. Hearing him say it now, in this moment, made my stomach flip.
“Oh God,” I whimpered, gripping his shoulders harder as waves of pleasure started to rise. He was solid beneath my fingers, warm— so warm.
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