Never Marry Your Brother's Best Friend (Never Say Never, #1)

“Wha—” she says, her eyes jumping to mine.

“We come together.” I shudder even as I make the vow, my body in sharp disagreement with my mind. I bend down to kiss her, sliding my tongue against hers as I cup her face. “Lie back. My turn to drive you wild.”

Nerves flash in her eyes for a split second, but then she smiles and moves back on the bed. She lays out like Snow White—head on the pillow, hands crossed on her belly, and feet together. That’s not gonna work for long, but I leave it alone while I open the drawer of her nightstand to see what type of fun we’re going to have.

Dildos, vibes, and lubes . . . oh, my! I smile evilly as I hear Luna’s voice singing sweetly in my head.

“Fuck, my sweet girl has a naughty side, doesn’t she?”

Luna blushes, her eyes dropping in embarrassment, but I reach over and lift her chin with a finger. “I fucking love it, Luna. I’m glad you know your body. I want to know it too.”

Her eyes meet mine this time. “The purple one on my clit . . . is my favorite.”

Better. Bolder. Luna has a goddess inside her. It’s my job to help Luna release her into the world with a lover, not only on her own.

I press the button on the side of the purple rose-shaped vibrator, and it comes to life with a low, almost soundless hum that I can feel in my hand. I press it again, and the vibrations get faster and faster, sometimes in a rhythm and sometimes full-throttle. Oh, this is going to be fun.

“Butterfly your legs,” I order. She puts her feet together, letting her knees fall open to expose herself to my gaze. I lie on the bed between her feet, supporting myself on my elbow so I can have both hands free.

I start with the vibe on low, touching it over her skin. Slowly, I work my way to her breasts, and she arches, wanting the vibe there. I press the button, increasing the vibration as I touch the edge to one nipple. The vibe sucks her nipple into the little orifice at the center of the rose, and Luna’s breath hitches. I use my free hand to pluck and play with the other nipple, not wanting it to feel left out.

When she’s ready, I blow gently over her clit, not touching her with anything other than my breath. “I wonder if I could get you to come like this . . . without even touching your sweet pussy. What do you think?”

Luna squirms, trying to lift her hips to my mouth, but with me lying over her hip, she’s pinned down. “I think you’re evil.” But then she remembers she can tell me what she wants, that I want her to. “Lick me, suck me, use the rose on me . . . something.”

I want her on my mouth, but I promised her toys, so I turn the vibe back down to low before pressing it over her clit. It’s torturously not enough and I know it, but her pussy pulses beneath the purple toy, spilling more of her juice. That I can taste. Leaving the toy in place, I slide my stiffened tongue inside her, fucking her with it as I increase the intensity of the vibe.

I work her that way, alternating my tongue and my fingers in tandem with the vibe, taking her to the edge time after time until she’s a puddled mess, begging for release. I’m humping the bed beneath me, my dick desperate to get inside her.

I can’t wait any longer. Neither can she. I’m so close to the point of no return that it’ll barely take a stroke and I’ll probably spill all over her belly, and I can have her coming in a heartbeat too.

She holds her hands out, a clear invitation of what she wants.

“Are you sure?” I ask. One last chance before I take her.

She nods, and with me lined up with her pussy, she reaches one hand down, guiding me in. I take it slow, not because Luna needs the adjustment time but because I want to feel her envelop every inch of me in her heat. This is a sensation I’ve never felt before, a loss of my own virginity of a sort.

With Luna. It seems right that it’s with her.

When I bottom out, I pull back before sliding in again. Slowly, we pick up the pace, and at some point, her legs end up on my shoulders. Bit by bit, I lean forward, watching her for signs that it’s too much, but she must’ve been telling the truth about doing yoga because her legs are up by her ears and I’m pounding into her raised pussy in minutes.

She tilts her head back and pleads, “Hand necklace.”

“Goddamn it, Luna,” I grunt. But I wrap a hand around her neck gently. “This what you want?”

“Choke me, please.” She smiles as her eyes clear. Luna might not be experienced, but she knows what she wants.

I squeeze gently and feel the corresponding flutter against my cock. Wanting to try something more, I keep one hand around her throat and smack her ass with my other.

“Oh!” she cries out with the sharp sound. I do it again and again, each time the cry becoming more of a guttural moan. Luna’s going wild beneath me. She thrashing her head, and I have to press harder to hold her in place. Her calves are digging into my shoulders for leverage as she bucks, making her ass slap my hips as she takes my cock deep. I wrap an arm over her legs, pinning her there, and take control.

I fuck her hard, legs locked and throat pinned, totally at my mercy.

“Do you want to come, Luna?” I grit out through clenched teeth.

“Yes! Please, can I?”

“Good girl,” I praise at her remembering to ask. “Can I come too? I promised you we’d come together, and I’m about to fill this pussy up with my cum for real.” Fresh tingles run from my balls up to my spine. “I’ve never done that, Luna. I want to . . . with you.”

I want her to understand that this is special to me too. She is special to me.

“Together,” she agrees.

We fight to get there, and when she’s right on the edge again, I hold her impaled with my cock bottomed out inside her, making shallow thrusts, and manage to grunt out, “Say you’re mine, Luna. Say you’ll marry me.”

“Yes!” she screams as the flutters of her pussy surround me. I’m not sure if she’s answering me or crying out her pleasure, but I’m going to hold her to it. Either way, I can’t hold back any longer and I spill inside Luna. Hot spurts of cum jet from my cock, and the idea that I’m marking her is ridiculously sexy to a deep, dark, possessive part of my soul.

It might not be right, but it’s the truth.

As Luna comes back to consciousness from her orgasm, I keep pumping into her, wanting to keep my cum deep. “Goddamn, Luna. You’re fucking amazing.”

She sags back, taking her legs from my shoulders to let them hang down limp and flopping her arms onto the bed. I trace my hands over her skin, petting her all over. When my now-soft cock slips from her, I use my fingers to push our combined cum back into her.

“You’re a slippery mess,” I tell her. She squirms, probably thinking it’s some sort of insult, and I swat her hip. “Sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Your pussy covered in our cum, white cream spilling out but your pussy sucking it back in when I push my thumb inside you. You want it there, don’t you?”